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Naruto: The Author and The Jinchūriki

aizenDuchiha0
Naruto Uzumaki, child of fate, bearer of the beast, scapegoat of a broken village. A tragic boy wrapped in orange and loneliness. “Why does everyone hate me?” “Why was I even born?” The world never answered. In the darkest hour of his soul, a voice responds — not from the heavens, not from within — but from outside the very fabric of his reality. No grand throne. No divine form. Just me — AizenDuchiha. A name etched in usernames and comments. A ghost in the narrative machine. Not with compassion. Not with pity. But with the cruel intimacy of a writer who has watched every tear fall from ink, every scar etched by plot. [Everyone hates you because of what’s inside you. They fear you] He had questions. I had answers — and the power to rewrite everything. This is no ordinary story. This is a fracture in fiction, a tale where the character screams at the hand that wrote him, and the hand… finally writes back. P.S: I will update 3-4 Chapters every week Support the story: patreon.com/aizenDuchiha0 ko-fi.com/aizenduchiha0 Check out my other story: Naruto: The White-eyed Demon & Naruto: Twin's Glory The cover is not drawn by me. I don't claim ownership or credit for the cover. The cover image is generated by ChatGPT ai. Disclaimer: Please be aware that I don't claim ownership or credit for any pre-existing characters or content associated with the original Naruto or Boruto franchise.
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