Naruto: Minato Namikaze, born evil

Chapter 1: Is there any potential in combining Qing Shui, Shan Shan, and Senluo Wanxiang?

The annual entrance exam for the Konoha Ninja Academy is a major event in the village.

For example, right now, the school playground is crowded with people and noisy.

Hundreds of five- or six-year-old children lined up in a long queue. Minato stood quietly in the queue, and together with the other children taking the entrance exam, they took the exam in groups of three under the guidance of the ninja academy teachers.

Boom boom boom—

As the three shuriken accurately struck the bullseye, the black-haired boy stood up straight, a hint of pride appearing on his slightly hurried face.

"Shin-chan, perfect score!"

The scorekeeper announced the results loudly, as if afraid people wouldn't hear him.

wow——

Upon hearing this, the parents watching from the sidelines of the playground erupted in excitement.

"As expected of the Hokage's son..."

"This year's top freshman must be Shinnosuke, right?"

Hearing the admiring comments from the students' parents, Hiruzen Sarutobi, standing at the front of the crowd, chuckled, took a deep drag on his pipe, and was in high spirits.

"Hey, not bad, Shinnosuke."

Behind Hiruzen Sarutobi stood Jiraiya, a young man with white hair, arms crossed, laughing heartily: "A genius just like me!"

Upon hearing this, Orochimaru, who was standing next to him, glanced at the bullseye, a faint smile playing on his lips, a smile that carried a hint of contempt.

He didn't deny that Jiraiya was a genius. Although he was a stupid underachiever in school, his current strength was no less than his own, and he could even slightly overpower him in a direct fight.

But if a brat like Sarutobi Shinnosuke can be considered a genius, then the title of genius is far too cheap.

Anyone with a brain can wield a shuriken quite well with a few months of dedicated practice.

Jiraiya's chances of hitting his target with a shuriken were lower than winning the lottery, and not knowing any ninjutsu didn't affect his enrollment in school.

Because at the same age of five or six, this guy's chakra reserves are twice as high as Shinnosuke's.

With Sarutobi Shinnosuke's chakra reserves, he'll only ever be a Jonin in his lifetime.

Tsunade, standing to the side, clearly shared a similar thought. Her slender fingers impatiently twirled her ponytail, hoping the entrance exam would end quickly so she could go and gamble on it.

As direct disciples of the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, the three of them naturally had to come and see their teacher's child enroll in school.

But it was just a glance; Shinnosuke's talent level was clearly not worth their attention.

"Next group: Naoto Tsuchiya, Rin Toyama, Minato Namikaze!"

Upon hearing his name called, Minato quickly stepped forward.

As soon as he stood still, the girls behind him immediately became restless.

"Hey? Look at that guy! Don't you think he's really handsome?"

"Mmm, not only is he handsome, but he also has a great presence! His smile is so warm..."

"Yes, yes, yes! You know a lot!"

Hearing the whispers behind him, Minato gave an awkward smile and scratched his cheek with his index finger.

The teacher standing nearby seemed unfazed; children in the ninja world are generally precocious, and similar incidents occur almost every year.

The blond-haired guy in front of me is indeed very handsome, and he fully deserves the highest praise for a man—even slightly better than him back then.

Her hair was as golden as a little sun, and her deep blue eyes were like two magnificent sapphires.

Although his fair face still had a bit of baby fat, his pleasingly proportioned features destined him to be handsome for life.

Of course, for ninjas, good looks are at most a bonus.

Strength is the most important thing for a ninja.

Just then, the boy in front of her suddenly flicked his fingers and released them, and three shuriken appeared out of thin air between his fingers. With a flick of his wrist, a black shadow flashed, and the three shuriken were simultaneously driven into the bullseye ten meters away, making a muffled thud.

Ok?

At the front of the crowd, Hiruzen Sarutobi paused slightly, and even Orochimaru and Tsunade, who had just been absent-minded, cast surprised glances at Minato.

"What beautiful shurikenjutsu..."

Jiraiya rubbed his chin, scrutinizing Minato's handsome and adorable boyish face with great interest: "Hmm~ He's just as dashing and handsome as me!"

As the saying goes, the layman sees the spectacle, while the expert sees the details.

Because each finger is different in length and strength, the force and trajectory of each shuriken thrown will vary to some extent.

For someone like Minato to hit the bullseye with three shuriken at the same instant, in addition to being highly skilled in shuriken techniques, it also requires excellent dynamic vision, muscle control, body coordination, finger flexibility, and many other factors.

That is, what is called talent!

In the entire village, even among the Uchiha clan members who were masters of shuriken, there were very few who could achieve Minato's level at that age.

"Minato Namikaze! Perfect score!"

The teacher in charge of keeping score said loudly, his gaze toward Minato filled with undisguised admiration.

"Hmph, not bad, but I won't lose to you!"

The boy next to him, named Naoto Tsuchiya, looked eager to try, and suddenly swung his arm, drawing three crooked curves.

Two fell to the ground, and one became embedded in the target at the water gate…

"Naoto Tsuchiya, zero points."

"How can this be repaired!"

Upon hearing his score, Naoto Tsuchiya blushed, wiped away his tears, and ran away, drawing laughter from those around him.

Minato was speechless upon seeing this, wanting to laugh but feeling it would be impolite.

However, when he saw the other person rush into his mother's arms and burst into tears, his smile vanished instantly.

This kid has one more mother than him.

There's a high probability that he has multiple fathers...

This story dates back to six months ago, when he was just an ordinary child.

My father was a Chunin in the village, but because my mother was in poor health, he retired from the ninja system and started a business. The family was quite well-off.

But accidents always happen too suddenly. Due to heavy rain, the caravan was hit by a landslide. The father was seriously injured by falling rocks while trying to save people and eventually died because he could not receive timely treatment.

As some unknown Roronoa Zoro from the next film set said, disasters always come one after another; that's just the way things are.

When news of her father's death reached home, her mother's health deteriorated rapidly, and she died of depression within a month, passing away suddenly one night.

The moment he witnessed his mother's death, a chilling power suddenly erupted in Minato's brain. Countless fragments of memory flooded into his mind like shattered mirrors, causing him a splitting headache.

In my memory, he was originally an ordinary college student with a gentle and modest personality, and was deeply loved by his parents and teachers.

After his parents passed away unexpectedly, he began to work part-time to support himself. Because of his gentle personality and handsome appearance, he was recruited by a wealthy senior in the school's anime club to cosplay as Minato Namikaze at anime conventions, earning 300 yuan a day.

As the comic convention ended, he was crossing the street with a box of figurines when a large truck came speeding by.

Perhaps due to the skin bonus from cosplaying Minato Namikaze, in that instant, his body instinctively lunged forward, like a yellow flash, narrowly dodging this savage collision.

However, before he could even get up, he saw that Da Yun had transformed into a Cybertronian on the spot, twisting his waist and turning around to throw a punch!

Then everything went black before his eyes, and in the darkness, only a faint electronic voice could be heard, seemingly saying something jokingly: It's time to head to another world, young man!

Until his memories were cleared up, Minato's consciousness arrived in a strange space.

This space was bright and boundless, seemingly devoid of any concept of time or space, with only three statues standing before the water gate.

Upon seeing the appearance of the three statues, Minato was immediately taken aback.

The reason is simple: these three statues in front of him are the figurines he had in his box before he transmigrated!

The three statues are: Hashirama Senju, the First Hokage, wearing red armor and with a wooden dragon coiled behind him!

Madara Uchiha, also dressed in red armor, with his Mangekyou Sharingan activated, and standing behind him with half of his Susanoo!

And then there's Admiral Kizaru Borsalino, who came from the next set and was casually stuffed into a box by him while organizing his figures to save space.

Seemingly sensing Minato's gaze, the three statues suddenly trembled and transformed into three streams of red, yellow, and green light, disappearing into his body.

When he woke up again, he was taken to Konoha Hospital because he was in a coma. His mother was buried next to his father's grave with the help of his parents, friends and neighbors.

Speaking of hell, on that day he lost his mother, but at the same time he awakened the abilities of Kizaru's Glint-Glint Fruit, Hashirama Senju's Wood Release, and a pair of Mangekyou Sharingan...

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[Note: This book is based on the original story's protagonist Naruto being born in 51 and Minato dying at the age of 24. This is because the timeline is longer. Also, due to the inconsistencies in the original timeline, there may be errors in the ages of some characters and the dates of more recent events. If you want to criticize, please criticize the original work first, thank you!]

[Stacked Armor: The author has the original manga in three versions: raw, black-and-white, and color, as well as the official setting book. Some settings are disputed, and this book will use the more reasonable version. If you want to criticize, please criticize the original work first, thank you!]

[Stacked Armor: Unless absolutely necessary, the author dislikes personal interpretations and secondary settings. Please do not use fanfiction or secondary settings to criticize the author, thank you!]