Six years had passed since that tumultuous first day at the Academy. Six years of silence for Kenzo, of bravado for Naruto, and of constant contempt from the village. Naruto Uzumaki and Kenzo Uzumaki, now twelve years old, stood on the brink of graduation, prodigies Konoha refused to acknowledge.
In their small, still humble and secluded house, the atmosphere was, however, different. It was filled with an invisible warmth, a constant presence. Minato, in his Primal Dragon form, a majestic silhouette with golden eyes, floated by the window, watching the sunrise. Kushina, as a Primal Fairy Queen, her translucent wings gently beating, prepared a breakfast invisible to others, yet very real for her sons.
"Naruto, Kenzo! The big day is here!" Kushina exclaimed, her melodious voice echoing in their minds. "I remember my own graduation! I was so excited!"
Naruto, the boisterous blond, rubbed his eyes, still a bit sleepy. "Mom, it's too early!" Then, he caught the scent of freshly made ramen by Kenzo on the table. "Oh! Kenzo, you're the best!"
Kenzo, his flaming red hair falling across his forehead, his three red pupils shining intensely, smiled softly. He had grown, his child's body having refined, but his silence remained. He communicated telepathically with Naruto and his parents, a bubble of intimacy impenetrable to the rest of the world.
"Kenzo, did you sleep well?" Minato asked, his deep, paternal voice also resounding in his sons' minds. "You look... brighter this morning."
"Kenzo (mentally to Minato): I am ready, Father. The time has come."
Over the years, learning at the Academy had been effortlessly easy for both brothers. Naruto, thanks to the Primal Dragon lineage Kenzo had bestowed upon him, possessed extraordinary vitality, strength, and resilience. His chakra control, though still a bit chaotic due to the half of Kurama, was compensated by a learning capacity and an intuitive understanding of combat techniques that left instructors perplexed.
Kenzo, on the other hand, was a silent genius. He didn't need to practice jutsu. His mastery of reality, creation, life, death, time, space, gravity, void, destiny, chaos, harmony, beginning, and end allowed him to instantly understand the principles behind every technique. He could recreate any jutsu without hand signs, without visible chakra, simply by will. His eyes, constantly active, perceived energy flows, dimensional flaws, probabilities, all at a glance.
In class, Iruka-sensei, who had grown fond of the twins despite the prejudices, was explaining the basics of cloning.
"The Clone Jutsu is a fundamental technique," Iruka said, writing on the blackboard. "It requires good chakra control to create a solid copy of oneself."
Naruto, usually restless, sat calmly. He raised his hand. "Sensei, if we create a copy, is its chakra also a copy? Or is it a portion of ours?"
Iruka was surprised. "Uh... it's a portion of your chakra, Naruto. An energetic copy. Why do you ask?"
"Because if it's an energetic copy, that means we can modify it at the source, right?" Naruto continued. "Like when you create a copy of an object, you can choose the color or size before it appears."
The other students, including Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto's rival, looked at him in surprise. This was a question far beyond what was expected of a first-year student.
Kenzo, beside Naruto, said nothing, but his tri-pupil eyes glowed with approval. He had already explained these concepts to Naruto, not with words, but by showing him the underlying principles of creation.
Later, during shuriken training, the other students struggled to hit the target. Naruto, with his enhanced strength and precision from his Dragon lineage, hit the bullseye every time.
"Impressive, Naruto!" Iruka exclaimed.
Then it was Kenzo's turn. He stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the target. He didn't throw the shuriken. He held out his hand, and a perfect shuriken appeared in his palm, then a second, a third, a fourth... A dozen shuriken appeared in the air, floating, then, with a simple flick of Kenzo's wrist, they all shot out at once, hitting the center of the target with absolute precision.
The other students gasped. This wasn't a known jutsu. It was... something else.
Iruka, his heart pounding, tried to rationalize. "T-That's... a form of matter manipulation, Kenzo? Very advanced! But... how did you do it?"
Kenzo simply looked at him, his red-pupilled eyes piercing his soul. Iruka felt a shiver. That gaze... it was so deep, so ancient. He reported the incident to Hiruzen, as he had so many others.
"The kid with the strange eyes is at it again," the ANBU on duty told Hiruzen. "He made shuriken appear out of nowhere."
Hiruzen, tired, brushed the information aside. "It's the Uzumaki. A strange lineage. And Kurama... it must be side effects of its sealing. As long as he doesn't cause damage, let him be." He was blind to the true nature of Kenzo's power, content to explain it with existing theories.
Despite their obvious superiority, Naruto and Kenzo remained outcasts. Other children fled from them, parents pointed fingers. But they were not alone. Their parents, Minato and Kushina, were always there, constant presences, comforting voices in their minds.
One evening, Naruto, disheartened by yet another humiliation at the Academy, cried in Kenzo's arms.
"They'll never accept us, Kenzo!" he sobbed. "We're just demons to them!"
Minato, in his Primal Dragon form, knelt beside them, his luminous form visible only to his sons. "Naruto, my son," he said, his voice deep and full of love. "Hate is a sickness. It blinds people. But you are not demons. You are my sons. You are Uzumaki."
Kushina, as a Fairy Queen, stroked Naruto's blond hair. "And you are the bravest! Look at Kenzo. He says nothing, but he's always there for you. He protects you."
"Kenzo (mentally to Naruto): They can hate us. But we have us. And we have Mom and Dad. That's all that matters."
Naruto looked up, his tears fading. "But... can't we do anything?"
"No, Naru," Minato said. "Not yet. Patience is a virtue. But the time will come when you can show your true worth. Your Dragon lineage will give you strength, and Kenzo's eyes... they will give him vision."
Kushina added: "And never forget who you are. Uzumaki. Our strength is in our bonds."
Thanks to this invisible support, the brothers navigated their Academy years, their bond strengthening. Naruto developed his Dragon lineage, his raw strength and resilience increasing, while Kenzo, his tri-pupil eyes perceiving the slightest details of reality, refined his mastery of fundamental concepts, creating objects, manipulating energy, and healing Naruto from any harm.
Graduation day arrived. The air was tense. The students prepared for the final test: the Clone Jutsu.
"The test is simple," Iruka-sensei announced, his face grave. "Create at least three solid clones."
The students went one by one. Some succeeded, others failed miserably. Sasuke Uchiha passed with flying colors, creating five perfect clones.
Then it was Naruto's turn. He stepped forward, his heart pounding. He had always struggled with the Clone Jutsu, his Kurama chakra making it unpredictable.
"Naruto," Iruka said, a little worried.
Naruto closed his eyes, concentrating. He felt Kurama's chakra bubbling within him, but also the new energy of his Dragon lineage. He remembered Kenzo's words, the concepts he had shared with him.
"Supra-Dimensional Multi-Cloning!" Naruto cried out, a new name instinctively coming to him.
An explosion of smoke filled the room. When it dissipated, dozens, even hundreds of Naruto clones filled the room, all solid and perfect, far beyond expectations. It was an overpowered version of the Shadow Clone Jutsu, but with a touch of Kenzo's creation, making the clones more stable and numerous.
Iruka fell backward. "What?! Th-That's... that's impossible!"
The other students were speechless. Sasuke himself wore a shocked expression.
Then it was Kenzo's turn. He stepped forward, his three red-pupilled eyes fixed on Iruka. His aura was calm, but intense.
"Kenzo," Iruka said, his voice trembling. "The Clone Jutsu..."
Kenzo raised his hand. He made no hand signs, no incantation. Before him, three clones appeared. Not chakra clones, but perfect replicas, exact copies of himself, made of pure reality. They were indistinguishable from the original. They breathed, blinked, and even the red pupils of their eyes were identical. This was creation at its pinnacle.
Iruka recoiled, breathless. This was not a jutsu. It was a miracle. Or a nightmare.
The other teachers present were pale. "Hokage-sama must be informed immediately!" one murmured.
Kenzo simply looked at his clones, then made them disappear with a simple blink. He turned to Iruka, his tri-pupil eyes seeming to probe the teacher's soul. He held out his hand, and a new, gleaming Konoha forehead protector appeared in his palm. He handed it to Iruka.
Iruka took it, his hands trembling. "Kenzo... you... you graduated."
Naruto, exulting, rushed to his brother. "We did it, Kenzo! We're ninjas!"
Minato and Kushina, invisible to all but their sons, smiled with pride.
"They are ready," Kushina said.
"The world is not ready for them," Minato replied, a hint of worry in his Primal Dragon voice.
That evening, back home, the Uzumaki brothers celebrated their graduation with their resurrected parents. The village, meanwhile, was in an uproar. Rumors about Kenzo's eyes and Naruto's abilities spread like wildfire. Hiruzen Sarutobi would have to face a reality he had too long ignored. The two "demons" were now ninjas, and one of them carried within him a power that defied all known laws, a power everyone had now witnessed. Kenzo's flaming red hair, with its silver highlights, and his three red-pupilled eyes, had become the symbol of a new, and potentially dangerous, era for Konoha.