What if Naruto was Trained by Sosuke Aizen

"Stand in the sky."

These words echoed in Minato's mind, a testament to Naruto's ambition. They were not spoken with the fiery passion of a dreamer but with the cold, calculated resolve of someone who had been pushed to the edge. Minato could feel the weight of Naruto's determination, the unshakable seriousness in his voice, and the steely glint in his eyes. He believed, without a doubt, that Naruto could achieve this lofty goal. But at the same time, a pang of sorrow gripped his heart. His son's ambition was born not out of hope or idealism but out of pain, betrayal, and the harsh realities of a world that had turned its back on him.

At this moment, Minato's identity as the Fourth Hokage faded away. The man who had once dedicated his life to Konoha, who had sacrificed everything for the village, was no more. Now, he was simply a father—a father who had failed his son. The village he had loved and protected had turned its back on Naruto, and in doing so, it had shattered Minato's faith in everything he had once believed in.

"Although I don't have much time left, I'm sure I can still help you," Minato said, his voice trembling with emotion. Tears slid down his cheeks, a mixture of regret and pain. He had once believed in Konoha, in its ideals and its people. But now, all he saw was the cruelty and hypocrisy that had hurt his son.

Naruto's response was calm, almost detached. "You can really help me."

Minato's eyes lit up with hope. "Great! How? What do you need? Tell me, and I'll do everything I can."

Naruto's smile was gentle, but there was a coldness in his eyes that sent a shiver down Minato's spine. "I want all the information you know about Konoha's higher-ups—their habits, their personalities, their secrets. I want to know everything about the Hokage, the elders, and the families behind them. You were the Fourth Hokage. You must know a lot."

Minato nodded eagerly. "I'll tell you everything. I'll give you all the knowledge I have."

Naruto's expression softened slightly. "Good. I believe you also understand my situation. I'm walking on thin ice in Konoha. They won't treat me kindly just because of you. What I want is simple: to survive. To grow stronger without fear of being suppressed or hunted."

Minato's heart ached as he listened. He had failed Naruto in the worst possible way, and now his son was fighting for his life in a village that should have been his home. "I understand," Minato said, his voice heavy with guilt. "I'll help you. I'll make sure you have everything you need."

Naruto's gaze was piercing, his words cutting deep. "You were the Fourth Hokage, respected and admired by everyone. But in my eyes, you were a failure. You miscalculated people's hearts, trusted the wrong people, and left your son to suffer alone. You were naive."

The Kyuubi, watching from the sidelines, couldn't resist chiming in. "That's right! You're so naive!" it sneered, clearly enjoying Minato's discomfort.

Naruto ignored the Kyuubi and continued, his tone cold and unyielding. "You were unqualified as a Hokage and as a father. But I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself."

He extended his hand, and a soft, white energy—Reiatsu—flowed from his palm into Minato's fading form. Minato gasped as his body grew more solid, his presence more tangible.

"This is Reiatsu," Naruto explained. "An energy that doesn't belong to this world. I've extended your existence, and in return, you'll provide me with value. I can even teach you how to harness Reiatsu, so you can exist in this world in a new way."

Minato looked at Naruto with a mixture of awe and gratitude. "Thank you, Naruto. I'll do whatever it takes to help you."

Naruto's expression remained neutral. "But first, I need to know where your loyalties lie. Are you still the Fourth Hokage, devoted to Konoha? Or are you just a father who wants to make amends?"

Minato's eyes filled with determination. "I'm just a father now. Konoha betrayed you, and in doing so, it betrayed me. I have no loyalty left to the village. All I want is to see you thrive."

Naruto nodded, a faint smile touching his lips. "Good. Then I'll teach you."

The Kyuubi, who had been watching the exchange with a mix of amusement and curiosity, let out a low chuckle. "Reiatsu, huh? Sounds fancy. But is it really as powerful as chakra?"

Naruto turned to the Kyuubi, his smile widening. "Want to learn? I'll teach you too."

The Kyuubi's eyes narrowed, but there was a flicker of interest in its gaze. "Fine. But don't think this means I'm on your side, brat."

Naruto chuckled. "I wouldn't expect anything less."

After Naruto left the sealed space, Minato and the Kyuubi were left alone. Minato looked around, taking in the strange, sci-fi-like environment. He couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder, despite the circumstances.

The Kyuubi, however, was less impressed. "Well, well, look who's stuck with me now," it sneered. "The great Fourth Hokage, reduced to a ghost. How the mighty have fallen."

Minato ignored the jab and turned to the Kyuubi with a sincere expression. "Thank you for looking after Naruto all these years."

The Kyuubi blinked, caught off guard by the gratitude. "Huh? What are you talking about? I didn't do anything for that brat!"

Minato smiled softly. "Maybe not intentionally. But you've been a part of his life, and for that, I'm grateful."

The Kyuubi huffed, turning its head away. "Don't get the wrong idea. I just find him… interesting, that's all."

Minato's smile widened. "Still, thank you."

In the days that followed, Naruto spent hours learning from Minato. He absorbed everything he could about Konoha's inner workings, its secrets, and its weaknesses. He learned about the Anbu, the Root, and the intricate power struggles within the village. With each piece of information, Naruto's understanding of Konoha deepened, and so did his resolve.

Minato shared everything he knew—the political machinations of the elders, the hidden agendas of the clans, and the dark underbelly of the village that he had once tried to reform. He told Naruto about Danzo and his Root operatives, about the Uchiha clan's growing discontent, and about the delicate balance of power that kept Konoha functioning.

Naruto listened intently, his mind racing as he pieced together the puzzle. He realized that Konoha was not the idyllic village he had once believed it to be. It was a place of shadows and secrets, where power was wielded not for the sake of the people but for the benefit of a select few.

As the days turned into weeks, Naruto's training intensified. He pushed his body to its limits, honing his skills in taijutsu, ninjutsu, and the mysterious art of Reiatsu. The Kyuubi, though reluctant at first, began to share its knowledge as well, teaching Naruto about the nature of chakra and the secrets of tailed beasts.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Naruto stood at the edge of the training ground, his eyes fixed on the distant Hokage Monument. The faces of the past Hokage stared back at him, their expressions stoic and unyielding. Naruto's thoughts were far from peaceful.

"Konoha," he murmured, his voice low and steady. "You took everything from me. But I won't let you define me. I'll rise above you. I'll stand in the sky."

And with that, Naruto turned and walked away, his path clear and his resolve unshakable. The journey ahead would be long and difficult, but he was ready. For the first time in his life, Naruto Uzumaki knew exactly who he was—and what he was capable of.

Epilogue: A New Dawn

As the months passed, Naruto's strength grew exponentially. He became a force to be reckoned with, his name whispered in awe and fear by those who crossed his path. But he remained hidden in the shadows, biding his time, waiting for the right moment to make his move.

Minato watched from the sealed space, his heart filled with pride and sorrow. He had failed Naruto once, but he would not fail him again. He would guide his son, protect him, and ensure that Naruto achieved his destiny.

The Kyuubi, too, began to see Naruto in a new light. The boy was no longer just a container or a means to an end. He was a warrior, a strategist, and a leader. And though the Kyuubi would never admit it, it had come to respect him.

Together, the three of them—father, son, and beast—would change the world. And when the time came, Naruto would stand in the sky, a beacon of hope and power for all to see.