Hokage: My system, with Naruto as a traitor!

The young Naruto cried all his tears dry. It was getting dark and there were no pedestrians on the street. He lowered his head and picked up the coins on the ground one by one.

Disappointment appeared on his immature face, he took the change and ran to the convenience store, tiptoeing to buy some food.Kushina followed behind him.

The owner of the convenience store pretended not to see him, looked down at the newspaper, and turned his back.

Naruto gritted his teeth, he kicked towards the shelf, knocking everything down.

"What are you doing?! Be quiet, okay?"

The boss just stood up and pushed Naruto away angrily.

"shopping."

Naruto frowned, took the change in his hand and said, "Instant noodles, three buckets."

"Huh? It's only enough to buy a barrel."

The boss took the change, clicked his tongue lightly, and said.

"The price is written on it!"

"That's the price to sell to ordinary people."

The boss sneered, and continued: "The price for Yaohu is three times."

"Why are you unreasonable?!"

"Be reasonable? All right, go and reason with Hokage-sama, see if Hokage-sama has time to come and reason with you."

The boss threw the banknotes away and shouted: "If you don't want to buy it, go away!"

Naruto wanted to pick up the banknotes, but it was autumn, a gust of wind came, and the banknotes were blown away. He screamed and chased after those banknotes. He chased them until late at night, but he couldn't find any of them.

Looking at the dark front, even if the money fell not far away, he couldn't see it.

In the end, Naruto had no choice but to go back to his cramped rental house on a hungry stomach. He opened the refrigerator, only half a box of expired milk was still in it.

A chaotic room, lifeless furniture, a bed with a leg missing, and the smell of instant noodles in the air.

Naruto fell on the bed, looking at the pale ceiling, tears could not stop falling.

"Don't let me sleep at night! Why are you crying! Hold back!"

Angry shouts came from next door.

The sound insulation effect of this rental house has always been poor.

Kushina clenched her fists, her hair fluttered, and fierce anger shone in her eyes.

Leaving Naruto's room with a stride, she wanted to rush straight to Hokage's office, holding Sarutobi Hiruzen's head and asking him what was going on, but she hit the air wall before taking a few steps.

Kushina realized again that this is a memory.

Memory does not extend infinitely. How could Naruto lying on the bed know what is going on in Hokage's office, so naturally he couldn't create a scene.

I can't bring the child a shred of justice, I can only watch him suffer all this.

Kushina felt powerless and sobbed softly.

The scene in front of him changed again.

She raised her head and found that she was in the training ground of the ninja school.

"Do you really want to play with me?"

Naruto looked at the children in front of him in disbelief and said.

"Of course, I'm the monitor, and I don't want anyone to be isolated by the class."

The monitor said with a hypocritical smile, "Then let me introduce the rules of the game."

"Two people throw sandbags at the front and back, and one person in the middle hides the sandbag. As long as the person in the middle can catch the sandbag, a thug can be designated as a replacement."

The squad leader smiled and said, "No problem?"

"of course not!"

Naruto said eagerly.

"Well, then, Naruto, you can stand in the middle first."

"Me? Why me?"

"Because Naruto, you are amazing. No one here is more agile than you."

The squad leader smiled.

"Well, that's fine."

Although Naruto had a bad premonition, he still agreed.

There were two people at the front and back, a total of four people, each holding a palm-sized sandbag in their hands, they stared at Naruto as if they were animals, with cruel smiles in their eyes.

"Ready? Start?"

The squad leader gave an order and threw the sandbag out, straight to Naruto's face!

Naruto quickly reached out his hand, but he couldn't catch it and hit his face directly!

boom!
muffled sound.

Naruto felt dizzy for a while, and there was no time to react. Other people's "sandbags" hit him, and they hit him on the head without exception.

Some bad people even beat him in the crotch.

There is no doubt that the bread there is not sand at all, but stones.

The squad leader and others obviously planned it for a long time, they continued to take out more stone bags from their pockets and smash them at Naruto!
In just 1 minute, Naruto was smashed to the ground.

He didn't run, because naively he thought that throwing sandbags was really like this.

In the pain, he pulled himself together, grabbed a stone bag, and shouted happily: "I caught it! I caught it! Substitute!"

"It's boring, stop playing."

A child clicked his tongue, threw the stone bag on the ground, and turned his head to leave.

Seeing this, the other children also raised their feet and wanted to leave.

"Wait, wait! Don't go, the game is not over yet!"

Naruto held the stone bag anxiously and shouted, he rushed forward, grabbed the monitor's hand and said, "Don't go, please!"

The squad leader stopped, turned around and shouted: "Stop, why are you going? Naruto-kun finally won, so you just leave like this?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and under the call of the squad leader, they had no choice but to continue walking back.

"Next, let me pick up the sandbags, Naruto-kun, take my place."

The squad leader smiled "mildly".

"Uh-huh!"

Naruto excitedly ran to the position where the squad leader was before, and with an order, he threw the stone out!

Because he knew that it would hurt if it hit someone, so he deliberately controlled the force.

But the squad leader was hit on the forehead by the stone bag, and a large blood-red lump was broken on his head.

"Ah!! It hurts!!"

The squad leader covered his head and fell to the ground, crying, "My head, my head!"

"what happened?"

A Chunin teacher was attracted by the shout, he picked up the stone bag, then opened it, and there was an angular stone wrapped inside!
"Who threw it?"

The teacher shouted angrily.

"It's him!"

"Uzumaki Naruto threw it!"

"He threw it!"

The children immediately pointed to Naruto and said in unison.

"You actually used stones disguised as sandbags to attack your classmates! Your character is too bad! You were like this when you were a child, and you will become a scumbag when you grow up!"

The teacher grabbed Naruto's hair angrily, and shouted, "Follow me to the office! Let's go!"

"A monster is a monster."

"Such a big rock, if you hit it hard, it will kill you, right?"

"monster!"

"It's disgusting, can't this kind of person be fired?"

"Everyone, don't play with him in the future, maybe next time he will throw Kunai directly!"

"Scary"

Kushina looked at all this, the ridicule and malice of others, Naruto's innocence and helplessness.

The loneliness that melts in the blood, the anger that burns in the pupils.

That was the childhood that the son of a hero named Uzumaki Naruto experienced in this land stained red with the blood of his parents.