Naruto: The King of Despair

October 10, Year XXXX

The peaceful village of Konoha plunged into chaos as a monstrous nine-tailed fox wreaked havoc. The earth trembled, buildings crumbled, and countless lives were lost—ranging from innocent civilians to seasoned Jonin warriors. Amid the devastation, the Fourth Hokage, Namikaze Minato, sealed the rampaging beast into his newborn son, Naruto. This act was hailed as an emblem of hope, marking the end of the Nine-Tailed Fox's terror.

But that night, three mysterious incidents intertwined with this moment of supposed salvation.

The First Incident

During the desperate battle, as the fox's monstrous claws descended toward Naruto, Minato and his wife, Kushina, threw themselves in harm's way. Instead of killing them outright, the fox released a deafening shriek, its body enveloped in an ominous dark aura. For a brief moment, the beast unleashed a surge of energy so destructive that it annihilated the surrounding cave. Using the chaos to his advantage, Minato teleported himself, Kushina, and Naruto to safety. Yet the strange aura that enveloped the fox left behind an unsettling presence, as though something darker than the Nine-Tails itself had emerged.

The Second Incident

Elsewhere in the village, a young boy of the Nara Clan, barely four years old, was struck by an inexplicable force. Nara Shikato, an ordinary child, suddenly found himself overwhelmed by foreign memories—the fragmented life of a high school student from another world. His chakra was stripped away in an instant, replaced by a suffocating black aura. Gasping for breath, Shikato stumbled toward the chaos, his trembling hand brushing against one of the fox's massive limbs. As the black aura spilled from his body, it began to merge with the Nine-Tails, twisting the creature's already monstrous presence.

The Third Incident

A cacophony of grotesque sounds pierced the night.

Crunch.

Bang.

Crunch.

Slurp.

Gargle.

Spit.

A sinister laugh echoed through the air.

"Upupupupupu... What were you going to write next? Something rude, perhaps?"

Suddenly, a shadow emerged—a peculiar, refined bear standing atop what could only be described as the author's mangled remains.

"I'm the headmaster now. Yes, you might be the writer, but rules are rules. No exceptions! Break them, and punishment awaits!"

The bear turned to the readers with a sinister grin, its blood-red eyes gleaming with malice.

"hello, Bi*****. I'll be your headmaster for the rest of the year. I hope you'll enjoy my company because, after all… everything ends in despair."

"Upupupupupu!"