Six years of isolation and scorn had forged two unwavering souls in Konoha's forgotten outskirts. Naruto Uzumaki and Kenzo Uzumaki, now six years old, approached the Academy not with childhood innocence, but with wisdom born of rejection.
Naruto, the blond whirlwind, fumbled with his shoelaces, whisker marks furrowed in frustration.
Kenzo, seated on the futon, his flaming red hair with silver highlights falling over his brow, watched patiently. His deep blue eyes, now permanently bearing three glowing crimson pupils, glimmered with unfathomable depth—an outward change he did not yet understand. He remained silent to others, but to Naruto, he was a silent pillar.
When Kenzo silently tightened Naruto's shoelaces, Naruto gasped in wonder: "You're the best, Kenzo! It's like magic!" Kenzo simply nodded. To him, it was reality.
The walk to the Academy was a gauntlet of hatred.
"Look, demons!" one merchant spat.
"They shouldn't even enter the Academy!" a woman sneered, pulling her child away.
Naruto stumbled, tears of rage in his eyes. "Why do they treat us like this, Kenzo?! We didn't do anything!"
Kenzo placed a hand on his brother's shoulder and whispered telepathically: "Naruto, let them say what they want. They don't understand. We're… different."
Naruto blinked in surprise: "You… you just talked inside my head? That's so cool!" Kenzo quietly nodded, adding: "Yes. I can do it with you. And… I can do more."
At the Academy gate, laughter and encouragement abruptly halted. Students froze. Parents recoiled. Fear settled upon every face as they all stared at Kenzo.
Not Naruto. Kenzo.
His deep azure eyes, each marked by three bright crimson pupils, spiraled faintly like miniature galaxies of untamed power. The silver sheen in his flaming red hair pulsed in sync with the intensity of his gaze. Every person — young or old — saw the unmistakable sign of something extraordinary.
Iruka-sensei, standing at the entrance, stared in horror and disbelief. The careful distance he was supposed to maintain crumbled instantly.
"K-Kenzo Uzumaki? Naruto Uzumaki?" he stuttered.
Kenzo calmly handed over his registration scroll. As Iruka looked into his cosmic eyes, a chill pricked his spine. This was no ordinary child — possibly not fully human.
Throughout the day, the Academy became a torment: children fled, teachers isolated the twins, and "monster" and "demon" whispers turned into open hatred. Naruto, used to being rejected, was frightened by the world's reaction to Kenzo and tried to defend him — but to no avail.
Afterward, as they walked home, eyes still burning with hate, Naruto collapsed on the roadside in tears.
"I hate this! Everyone hates us! We're just… monsters! And now your eyes…" he sobbed.
Kenzo knelt beside him, his own tri-pupillated eyes heavy with sadness. He placed his hand over Naruto's chest.
"Naru," he telepathically murmured, "we are not monsters. They're afraid, and fear makes them cruel. My eyes… they don't change who I am. I am still your brother."
Naruto sniffled: "But that's not fair! The Kyūbi… and now your eyes… we're pariahs!"
Kenzo's flaming-red hair, with its subtle silver highlights, shimmered in the sunset glow as he spoke:
"Yes. The Kyūbi. They think we are him. And my eyes… they think I'm a monster too."
He paused, gaze distant. "But there's more. I can… share parts of what I am with you."
Placing both hands on Naruto's, he fixed his gaze on him with an expression of serene power:
"Naru, I can control reality.
Creation. Life. Death. Time. Space. Gravity. The Void. Destiny. Chaos. Harmony. Beginning. The End."
Naruto stared in awe, mind trying to grasp these grand concepts. He was mesmerized by those extraordinary eyes — fearful, yet reverent.
"What? What does that mean? Your eyes… they're weird… but beautiful!"
"I can give you some of my strength. My… longevity," Kenzo continued.
"You'll never get sick. You'll heal fast. You'll never have to wait for food again."
A warm current flowed through Naruto. He felt light — as if he had eaten the best ramen in the world. Hunger faded. Fatigue vanished.
"I feel… weird! But good!" he cried, jumping up. "Is this your power? It's awesome!"
Kenzo smiled, silently transferring a fraction of his cosmic essence into Naruto — granting him vitality and resilience beyond mortal neglect. It wasn't chakra, but primal energy synthesized and shared.
The Return of the Parents: Dragon and Fairy
"There is one more thing," Kenzo said, eyes locked on the crimson twilight sky.
"Our parents… they're gone. But their souls… they're not gone."
Naruto's smile vanished as he lowered his head. "They left us…"
"No, Naru," Kenzo said, comforting, "they sacrificed themselves for us. For Konoha. And… I can bring them back. For us. So they can be with us, always."
Kenzo raised his small hands; an aura of immense but subtle power surrounded him. His flaming red hair with silver highlights glowed with radiant intensity. His tri‑pupillated eyes blazed; nothing could hide their new reality now.
Above them, the sky tore open in-silence to other eyes — not divine visions but literal portals invisible to the outer world. Two vortexes of light, one golden, the other ruby-red, merged into a single column of pure energy enveloping Kenzo.
Out of blinding light, two forms emerged — flesh and blood figures Naruto recognized, yet transformed into beings of cosmic scale.
Minato Namikaze stood tall, his blond hair extended like a regal mane, skin bronze-tinted, and golden eyes focused. From his back sprouted vast, golden, scaled wings. This was no longer the Fourth Hokage — but a Primordial Dragon, the embodiment of Fire and Sacrifice itself.
"Minato Uzumaki," Kenzo proclaimed, "you are reborn as a Primordial Dragon, the Guardian of Light and Legacy. And for us—you are our father, in flesh."
Beside him, Kushina Uzumaki materialized, her flaming red hair longer than before, woven with flickering petals and embers. Her skin glowed softly; her emerald eyes brighter; translucent wings—like those of a fairy—fluttered gently behind her. A crown of luminous blossoms crowned her head.
"Kushina Uzumaki," declared Kenzo, "you return as the Primordial Fairy Queen, embodiment of Protection and Unyielding Will. And for us—you are our mother, in life."
Naruto, breathless and tearful, stumbled toward them. Minato and Kushina sank to their knees, arms open. "My sons…" whispered Kushina, voice like wind-song.
"Naruto… Kenzo…" added Minato, his tone rich and resonant.
Naruto hurled himself into their embrace, holding his parents for the first time. Kenzo joined them, nestling into his mother's side, his usually impassive face breaking into a rare, radiant smile.
"Naru," Kenzo's voice spoke in Naruto's mind with warmth as he placed his hand on his brother's brow, "You are my brother. And by my blood, I grant you the Legacy of the Primordial Dragon."
Golden energy streamed from Kenzo to Naruto. Naruto's body trembled, whisker marks growing fuller, and in the depths of his blue eyes, a faint golden spark kindled — the sign of his new heritage. He would never become a full dragon like Minato, but a unique vessel carrying that dragon lineage.
Minato and Kushina smiled knowingly, governed by their son's will. They were real and present — yet invisible to the world unless Kenzo chose otherwise. They were their private sanctuary, a shielded family in a hostile realm.
The journey home was filled with laughter and hushed conversation that only the four of them could hear. Naruto bounded ahead between his resurrected parents and his brother, newly invigorated by his shared heritage. Kenzo walked slightly behind, gaze on the rising stars—seeing a world beyond others' vision. His tri‑pupillated eyes perceived truths, and his parents watched over every step. He had protected Naruto, brought back their parents, and now held a cosmic responsibility he was just beginning to understand.
The Academy had only just begun to feel his ripple. The world would soon learn what an Uzumaki with mastery over reality itself could truly achieve.