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The night was restless, wrapped in the silence that comes just before a storm. The moon, veiled by thick clouds, cast only a pale glow over the estate, barely enough to light the twisted path leading to the house. Shadows stretched long and dark, merging with the deep woods that surrounded the valley, as if the night itself was watching, waiting.

He sat by the pond, listening to the distant roll of thunder. The air was heavy, not just with the coming rain, but with something far more unsettling—something unspoken. He could feel it, crawling just beneath the surface of the quiet night, an unease that had settled over the estate in recent weeks. Something had shifted. Someone had betrayed him.

He didn't know who. Not yet. Or... all of them had betrayed him. But he didn't want to think about that.

The koi in the pond swirled lazily beneath the surface, their movements disrupting the still water, just as recent events had disturbed the fragile peace that once lingered here. People were coming. He could sense it. Their eyes were already on him, watching his every move from the shadows. He didn't know their faces, but he knew their intent. There was no safety left here, at least not anymore.

He couldn't shake the feeling that they had set this into motion long before he realized. Whispers reached him in the dark corners of the estate, fragments of conversations, names mentioned in low tones. Every glance lingered too long, every word carried double meaning. He didn't trust them, couldn't trust anyone.

Itto clenched his fists, feeling the dampness in the air as the first drops of rain began to fall. He had been careful, always keeping to the edges, staying one step ahead of whatever trap had been laid for him. But now, the storm was close, and soon, there would be no more running. The shadows had moved, and soon, they would close in.

Lightning split the sky in the distance, casting a fleeting light over the valley. Itto stood, his eyes narrowing against the growing storm. There was no escaping the truth anymore. Somewhere in the dark, a reckoning waited.

And when it came, he swore to himself, there would be BLOOD.

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It had been nearly a year since I opened my eyes to this new world. At first, right after my birth, I wasn't really aware of anything. I was just a newborn—blind, helpless.

But gradually, memories from my past life began trickling in, pieces of a puzzle I didn't know I had lost. By the time I turned three, everything clicked. I remembered it all.

That's probably why no one in the clans—especially the Nara—found me suspicious.

My name is Itto Heizo, born to a Yamanaka father and an Akimichi-Nara mother. If you haven't already gathered from my earlier words, yes, I was born into the world of Naruto.
A world where people shoot fire from their hands and control their shadows with nothing but thought.

At first, it felt surreal, almost dreamlike. Do I miss my old life? Of course. Being stuck in a baby's body, only pooping, eating, and sleeping—it's not exactly what I'd call living.

But I had no real regrets about my past life, and going back doesn't seem to be an option. Not unless I figure out how I got here in the first place. But even that thought draws a blank.

So, if I'm going to be stuck here, I might as well make it worthwhile. Besides, this is a world of superpowers, and I'm set to have three of them by default. No complaints there.

I almost didn't survive my birth. My mamama and greatpa still remind me of that from time to time. Apparently, it was a close call. But that's a story for another day.

My memories of the Naruto anime returned sometime after my second birthday. By that time, I was already considered an intellectual child, so no one found it strange when I suddenly took an interest in chakra, history, and the village. They just thought I was precocious.

I had chakra, too. Apparently, it unlocked during my birth, which is unheard of. But once I realized I was in the world of Naruto, I wasn't surprised to sense it. It felt like a thick, formless energy inside me, waiting to be controlled.

I'd watched enough anime, read enough fanfiction, and consumed enough novels in my past life to conclude one thing for sure: It's that the more chakra you use, the more your reserves grow. So, that's what I did. I used as much as I could, every day, pushing my limits.

At first, it was easy. Running around as a two-year-old, playing harder than usual, exerting more energy—it drained my Chakra. The Chakra would automatically replenish my energy. Making me a very active child I think.

But as the months passed, my reserves grew more and more. By the eighth month after my second birthday, though, I hit a wall. No amount of chores or running around could push me further.

That's when I decided it was time to try something new: the leaf chakra control exercise.

It was a bright morning when I made the decision. I woke up in my small bed, surrounded by my notes on the village, the clans, and everything I had studied since arriving in this world. I had been allowed to have my own room ever since I became two year old. The room was simple—just a small bed, a table, and a chair. It wasn't much, but it was mine.

"Itto, come down for breakfast!" Mamama's voice echoed from downstairs.

I stretched and climbed out of bed. My mamama, Chiharu, had taken custody of me after my parents' death. She was my mother's mother . We lived with my greatpa, Shigeru, in the Nara compound. He was my mother's grandfather and one of the sharpest minds I'd ever encountered.

My mother was a child of mixed lineage of akimichi and Nara who was kia. My father was a pure Yamanaka clansman. So that made my mamama an akimichi and grandfather a nara who was also kia.

So greatpa was a pure nara, and surprisingly open minded since he had allowed interclan marriage despite being in the warring era personally. Then father was a yamanaka who was also Kia. And yamanaka grandparents who were apparently estranged cause I had never seen or met them. But I had been told they existed.

Mamama was a chunin before she retired. And greatla was a Jonin before retiring and was even alive during the Warring age or before the construction of the village hidden in leaves aka konoha. That's how old he was.
Suffice to say he is are pretty freaking intelligent being so old, experienced and a nara on top of that.

I loved both of them very much. That's why I was going out becomes so strong that I wouldn't be afraid for their lives. Especially in this cluster fuck world of crazy villains.

As I made my way to the kitchen, I made a decision. No more stalling. Today would be the day I'd start practicing chakra control.

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I loved both of them very much. That's why I was going out becomes so strong that I wouldn't be afraid for their lives. Especially in this cluster fuck world of crazy villains.

As I made my way to the kitchen, I made a decision. No more stalling. Today would be the day I'd start practicing chakra control.

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(Shigeru Nara pov)

Ever since the death of my granddaughter and her husband, my daughter-in-law had changed. Before, where there was once a vibrant woman, now there was a melancholic old woman, prone to outbursts of sadness. Even I couldn't contain my sorrow sometimes. But gradually, all of it changed because of Itto. My great-grandson is quite an anomaly.

It was his presence in our lives that helped us heal our emotional scars and trauma. His vibrancy, questions, and intelligence were the things that brought us back.

Ever since he was a newborn, we knew he was different—more intelligent, more focused than a child his age had any right to be. Not to mention, he had already unlocked yang chakra and could clearly sense it. That's why, when he started to play around more and more in his third year, it became obvious to me that he was trying to deplete it.

No child could even passively use normal chakra at this stage. Until they start going to the Academy, they won't be able to gather chakra and spend it actively. Only after their chakra is unlocked in the first year of the Academy do they start to passively create and gather it.

That's why it brings a smile to my face when he thinks he's being secretive about spending his yang chakra, playing more and doing chores around the house. Not to mention, he lives with his grandma and great-grandfather, both of whom were once jonin and chunin before retiring, and who have known him since birth.

It was amusing to us because we could see his physical energy depleting almost every day. Both of us knew what he was up to, but we didn't call him out on it. Why? Because we knew he was a mature kid, despite how young he was. Ever since he was a child, he was incredibly inquisitive. By the time he was one year old, he was already starting to read. By his second birthday, he had read more than 20% of the books here. It might not seem like much, but considering we own a publishing house and have a copy of every single book we've ever published, not to mention my personal records from my time as a jonin—well, those weren't even meant for him yet.

That's one of the reasons we knew he was trying to exhaust his yang chakra. Right after his second birthday, he went from being a kid who sat and read books every chance he got, to one who started playing around more and more. That's when we knew something was going on.

That's also why I was so looking forward to this week. He had hit a wall recently in his development of physical energy through playing. Now, I was very curious to see what he was going to do next. Maybe I should have explained how chakra works to him, but since he kept his training a secret, I too won't say anything. I'm petty like that.

He should be coming to me soon. Only then will I reveal that I've known what he was doing all along—and then I'll make him work hard to earn what I have to teach him about chakra. That'll teach him to keep secrets from family.

That's when I felt it.

WHAT was he doing?!?!

I stretched out my senses in the backyard. He was trying to gather yang chakra inside his body, focusing it in his right hand. But he wasn't creating any ooulet, no technique, no release.

The boy was going to kill himself!!!

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WHAT was he doing?!?!

I stretched out my senses in the backyard. He was trying to gather yang chakra inside his body, focusing it in his right hand. But he wasn't creating any ooulet, no technique, no release.

The boy was going to kill himself!!!

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(Itto Heizo Pov)

After having my breakfast and chatting with Mamama, I headed outside to the backyard. There were some trees and a small garden. I looked around and gathered some leaves.

I took one and carefully placed it in my palm. Then, I willed my chakra to gather in my right hand, specifically in my palm.

I could feel the chakra slowly moving toward my right palm, coming from all over my body. It started gathering in a cluster where I willed it to. Once I thought I had gathered enough chakra, I tried to connect it to the leaf I was holding. The process was smooth up until that point.

But then I hit a problem. No matter what I did, the chakra wouldn't leave my palm and connect to the leaf.

So, I did what seemed necessary. I forced the chakra. As I applied more force, the chakra began building up inside me. After a while, I realized how stupid I had been to try something like this without supervision.

I could feel the chakra building, spiraling out of control.

Something bad was about to happen—I could feel it.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, someone appeared beside me. It was Gramps. He grabbed my hand with a grip of steel. Concern and worry were written all over his face. He had an ink brush in his right hand. Hurriedly, he began drawing on my palm. The chakra was still out of control, but as soon as he finished writing, my chakra froze for a second and then rapidly dissipated.

I let out a sigh of relief. When I finally took in the situation, I realized I was sweating like crazy. Gramps still had a frown on his face and was looking at me critically with those intelligent eyes of his. There was also a sharp, tingling pain in my right hand.

Our eyes met for a moment, but I quickly looked away. I knew I was in the wrong.

"I'm sorry, Hii-Ojiichan."

When you mess up, it's better to apologize quickly. I knew that much. I only called him Hii-Ojiichan when I knew I was in trouble. Otherwise, I'd call him Jiji or Gramps, especially when I wanted to annoy him.

"Boy, do you even know what you just did?" he asked, still angry.

"No, I don't, Hii-Ojiichan. But I know whatever it was, you saved me. Thank you, Jiji."

He sighed, long and heavy, frustration laced through it.

"Itto, what were you trying to do?" he asked, his voice firm.

"I was trying to use chakra," I admitted, guilt heavy in my voice.

"Why didn't you come to me or go to Chiha?"

"I didn't want to bother you," I replied, maybe a little too quickly.

"Try again, boy," he said, clearly not buying it, his anger still simmering.

"I got the impression that you wouldn't teach me because of my young age," I said, feeling a bit down.

He sighed again, softer this time.

"Itto, because of your maturity, I sometimes forget how young you really are. We might not have taught you everything, but we would've at least pointed you in the right direction. You're our grandson. We don't want you doing dangerous things like this on your own," he lectured me, his tone a little stronger now.

"I understand, Jiji," I replied, feeling pretty stupid.

"Also, we know you're an intelligent child. We wouldn't just neglect your questions, okay? We already give you a lot of freedom. I thought you'd be more responsible. But perhaps it's time we review just how responsible you are," he said, sounding disappointed.

"Jiji, I'm really sorry I did something so stupid. I didn't know it was this dangerous. I promise I won't do anything like this again by myself," I apologized again, fearing he might take away my freedom.

His expression softened as he seemed to think it over, and finally, he said, "Alright, this was your first strike. I'll let it go."

I exhaled internally in relief.

Then, with a teasing smile, he said, "Honestly, I'm more disappointed that you thought we didn't know what you were up to. We were both jonin and chunin before we retired. We might have stepped back, but we haven't forgotten our skills, boy. Especially me, being a Nara."

I blushed. In hindsight, it was stupid to think I could hide anything from two ninjas who had been living with me for eight months.

"You should've said something, Jiji..." I muttered in a small voice, feeling embarrassed.

He laughed heartily. "You were the one who should've approached us if you wanted something, Itto. No one's going to offer you anything unless you ask for it. Besides, I was interested in seeing what you would do once you stagnated—and so was Chiha."

"...Right. I'll keep that in mind," I replied, sheepishly.

"Also, you're lucky Chiharu is out shopping, or else you'd have been spanked silly for that leaf stunt."

I felt a shiver run down my spine at the thought. I silently thanked the gods Obasan wasn't here. When I glanced back at Jiji, he was looking at me with a knowing smile, as if he could read my thoughts.

Then, with a serious face, he said, "Go and bring me a chair. I'm going to explain exactly what you did wrong."

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I felt a shiver run down my spine at the thought. I silently thanked the gods Obasan wasn't here. When I glanced back at Jiji, he was looking at me with a knowing smile, as if he could read my thoughts.

Then, with a serious face, he said, "Go and bring me a chair. I'm going to explain exactly what you did wrong."

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Chapter 4: Itto Heizo POV

After I brought the chair, we sat in the backyard. Jiji was seated, while I sat cross-legged on the ground in front of him, ready to absorb everything he was about to say like a sponge.

"Now, boy, tell me what you thought you were playing around with," Jiji asked, his eyes locked onto mine.

"It's chakra, isn't it?" I replied.

"You're only partially right. The power inside you is actually yang chakra. Before I explain what that means, do you know how many elements of chakra there are?"

"Yes. There are five main types: water, air, fire, earth, and lightning."

"Correct, but there are two additional types of chakra that don't fall under those elements—yin and yang chakra. Yin relates to spiritual energy, while yang is tied to physical energy. What you had inside you, what everyone has inside their body, is yang chakra.
Yin, on the other hand, is less noticeable. It's the one which is more abstract of the two, it refers to mental capacity or spiritual presence.
The chakra people usually use is a combination of both yin and yang, balanced perfectly to create normal chakra."

"Does that mean everyone who has chakra needs to actively balance their yang and yin chakras to produce it?"

"Ah, that's where your unique situation comes in. Most people aren't even aware of the process they naturally combine spiritual energy and physical energy to get normal chakra. The total amount of chakra someone can create is based on their capacity to combine the two. To produce yin or yang chakra they need to differentiate between spiritual and physical energy combining and then sperate them before actively learning how and converting those individual energy to their respective chakra's that's why you don't see many people who specifically specialize in them, cause its such a long and hard to learn process "

"Really?"

"Yes. And that's also why people with an abundance of one type of chakra rely more on techniques that use that energy.

For example, we Nara are naturally rich in spiritual energy so it's easier for us to produce and use yin chakra, so we use jutsu like Shadow Manipulation, which depends heavily on it. On the other hand, the Akimichi, who are more physically-attuned are yang-abundant so they use techniques based on it."

"So… does that mean our clan's overall chakra capacity is lower than others as we don't have much physical energy?"

"Not quite. It just means we have a higher reserve of yin chakra, but our yang chakra runs out faster, which can limit the amount of normal chakra we produce. This leaves us with an excess of yin when we run low on yang.

That's why our ancestors made a brilliant decision—they embraced our strength in yin chakra, creating jutsu that worked primarily with it. It's the opposite for the Akimichi. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah, I think so. But how does all of this affect me?"

"You're special because you, boy, what you were doing is subconsciously converting your physical energy to yang chakra and trying to use it on your hand, to use yang chakra like that is what would mean to use a technique, basically you would have blasted off your hand off if not for your akimichi genes boy."

"Normally, when children join the Academy, the teachers help the children unlock chakra by introducing their own chakra into the student's body to which their own body will react to and start the process which This triggers a passive chakra creation process in the children's body.

Throughout the Academy, based on your physical and mental capacity, a rough estimate of your chakra reserves is made. Most ninjas don't sense their physical and spiritual chakras separately until they become chunin and then converting those to yang or yin chakra is something many ninjas don't even bother to do, unless they're part of a clan that uses chakra-specific jutsu.

But because you're already creating yang chakra subconsciously from physical energy , you'll have to backtrack and stop yang chakra creation sense physical-energy and sense spiritual energy and then combine them both to create normal chakra actively to use it."

"...Say what?"

"Exactly. Thanks to your awareness and brilliance, you've managed to make a process that's passive for others into something you'll need to manage actively!! ."

"?.......NOOO!!! "

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But because you're already aware of your yang chakra, you'll have to actively mix it with your yin chakra to produce normal chakra."

"...Say what?"

"Exactly. Thanks to your awareness and brilliance, you've managed to make a process that's passive for others into something you'll need to manage actively! ."

"...NOOO?!!! "

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"Wait, wait, wait. Then how do chakra sensors work? what's their deal? what exactly are they sensing??"

Jiji chuckled. " As I explained before, When someone starts creating chakra, the physical energy from all over the body and muscles and the spuritual energy from the mind—specifically the brain—mix and get deposited into your chakra reserve. A chakra reserve is centered around the abdomen. Which is connected to the chakra network which runs all over the body. When a chakra sensor detects chakra, that's what they're sensing.

"Ninjas spread this chakra throughout their body, into their chakra network, blood vessels, and vital organs to make their bodies stronger, faster, and more responsive. And even the bodies of children in the academy will be this passively. That's what allows for such young fighters to come into existance. The limit to this augmentation increases as your body develops. Ninjas also gather chakra when casting jutsu. These are the actions sensors pick up on, the chakra in the chakra reserve and the chakra running through your network."

He paused for a moment, letting that sink in before continuing. "That's why people with low chakra reserves are rarely seen in high-level fights. After supplying their chakra network to keep up with an intense battle, they barely have enough left for more than minor jutsu.

"The more chakra you have, the more you can afford to spend on jutsu after supplying your network. Though, external augmentation is another matter entirely. You don't need to worry about that yet. Any questions so far?"

"...No," I replied after processing all of it.

"Kids from clans that use yin and yang as the foundation for their hidden techniques don't immediately sense the chakra needed for those abilities either. They only begin to sense it once they start producing normal chakra. Once they know what that feels like, they find it easier to recognize the physical and spiritual energy and create the yin or yang chakra."

"People can't sense it right away because both spiritual and physical energy is a partf of themselves ever since they can remember. It starts developing as soon as babies gain any semblance of consciousness or start using their bodies. It's like how a baby can't feel its heartbeat or digestion—it's a passive process. You instinctively know how to use them, cause you've been doing it your whole life without realizing."

After hearing all of this, I sat down, stunned, processing what Jiji just told me. He, bless his heart, didn't interrupt my thoughts. After about five minutes of silence, I spoke up.

"So, what can I do to fix myself?"

He smiled and said, "First, you have to ask someone who is knowledgeable about your situation, willing to help, and experienced enough to teach you."

He sat down, looking at me expectantly but with a serious expression, still smiling. I stared at him for two seconds before realizing what he wanted me to do. Okay, Jiji, message received. I bowed deeply and asked, "Can you please help me, hi-ojiisan?"

He was outright grinning now. "All you had to do was ask."

I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. "Thanks," I replied, feeling truly grateful.

"Good. You truly are my grandson, recovering so quickly after learning how different your situation is. I'm proud of you," he said, chuckling. Then he asked, "Do you know why I made you ask?"

I sighed and replied, "So I don't get arrogant, so I stay humble, and so I know when I'm out of my depth."

He looked a little surprised and smiled. "All good answers. Let's say that's why I had you do it."

His grin widened as he added, "I also would've accepted 'to teach you how to ask for help and to trust your family.'"

I rubbed the back of my neck, muttering, "Ahh... I see."

Jiji laughed at my expression for a while before saying, "Alright, boy. Now, on the matter of how you can unlock chakra—"

Before he could finish, we both heard the sound of the door opening.

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I rubbed the back of my neck, muttering, "Ahh... I see."

Jiji laughed at my expression for a while before saying, "Alright, boy. Now, on the matter of how you can unlock chakra—"

Before he could finish, we both heard the sound of the door opening.
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We both looked at the door.

It was my grandma or rather obaasan Chiharu Akimichi. Jijj called her chiha. I just called her obaasan. she was his daughter in law. Wife of his son Shigeru Nara .

As I saw her coming in with a few bags of groceries I immediately got up and went to her and helped her out by taking two of them, not the heavy ones though because I was only 3 years old. But I am sure she still appreciated the help.

"Thanks a lot little itto" she said smiling and walked in.

We went and put the bags inside the kitchen.
Once done I immediately went back to jiji where he was waiting for me patiently and sat down to listen to what he was going to say.

Before he could start though obaasan came out and looked at us and said

"What are you jiji and great-grandson pair conspiring? Cause whenever the two of you get together like this and sit down and chat seriously, it spells trouble and more work for me. That much I am certain of"

Jiji just chuckled while I said
"Nothing much obaasan. Jiji is going to teach me about Chakra."

She gave me a dry look and replied
" So you finally decided to stop being idiot and came to him for help huh? Good I was getting tired of waiting for you to come to us for him. I Had decided if you delayed for another week I would teach why we are you elder and then tech you what Chakra is. "
Sh calmly explained. It's better, you went to your jiji for help."

I glanced at jiji and before he could say anything.
" Yeah thank you. Heh..... Heh... I made the right decision to go to him didn't I? So anyway what were you going to say before obaasan came home jiji? "

Jiji gave me a look but continued
" No just so you don't misunderstand let me clarify, just because I said you had a road block doesn't mean you are not far ahead of your peers. It just means you need a different method. So what we are going to do is help you also unlock and sense your spiritual energy too and stop the process of you converting physical energy to yang chakra passively, so you can start producing normal chakra. asa side efect you might also get proficiency in producing yin chakra, but that's a good thing"

"My yin Chakra? "

"Yes. That way when will be able to sense both yin and yang chakra helping you with all three clan's hidden jutsus, By then you can also actively try to conjure normal Chakra by mixing spiritual and physical energy correctly too. I think, once you are successful in creating normal Chakra then it will be a lot easier for you. Then you only have to practice it all day everyday until, creating chakra becomes so natural to you that you start doing it passively."

"I see. So all I have to do is practice once I find out how to do it and I might become normal?"

"Boy I doubt you will ever be normal. But this will definitely help you get on the right track. And don't think this is a bad thing. I predict, Because of your maturity and advanced thinking and also because of yamanaka and nara blood in you, you probably also have a lot of spiritual energy too.
And because of your Akimichi heritage and all the playing around with seemingly endless energy you definitely have a lot of physical energy too.
The process you are going through and will go through because of it, your are Chakra control is probably going to be legendary and your reserve are definitely going to grow bigger. And also because of your Awareness of yin and yang Chakra you will probably pick up clan techniques and hidden techniques related to it very easily. Now by that time all that's left is to
check your elemental potential and your path to a ninja already Shaping up to be a breeze. That is, if you practice deligently. "

"I promise I will do so. " I said with conviction.

He displayed a proud smile and obaasan watching us from the side also did the same.
Then he continued
" There will probably be more benefits because of your situation but we are going to have to test it out ourselves. Also make sure you keep this a secret only known to yourself."

" un "
I nodded to indicate to him that I understood and would follow his advice

"Good I expect you to sense and be able to use spiritual energy and create yin chakra smoothly by the time you are 4 years old. That is, in four months. Okay? "

"Yes jiji" I replied absolutely determine to meet this deadline.

"Good. Now that we are done with that, there is only one other thing left for me to do. Know this before i proceed I don't find joy in what I am about to do, okay? I am sorry itto" he said, not sounding sorry at all and having a far too wide of a grin for it to be not evil.

"Jiji.....…? " I asked confused.

"After all she IS you obaasan" he continued grinning wider.

"......NO!" I replied horror stricken at the betrayal.

" So Chiha, what actually prompted me to tell him about chakra wa...."

I was already outside and running away from our house before I could hear the rest of it.

After running about a hundred meters I heard the thing I was absolutely dreading to...
... No, probably everyone in the neighbor heard it.
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..." IITTTOOO!!! "

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So Chiha, what actually happened for me to tell him about chakra wa...."

I was already outside and running away from our house before I could hear the rest of it.

After running about a hundred meters I heard the thing I was absolutely dreading to...
... No, probably everyone in the neighbor heard it.
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" IITTTOOO!!! "

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Today was my 3rd birthday. Today was also the day I would get to meet my estranged paternal grandparents for the first time.

Because of the Yin and Yang intensive chakra difference in biology of our three clans, even before the founding of the village, ever since the time of the Warring Period there was an understanding that no intermarriage was going to occur between the Yamanaka-Nara-Akimichi trio. Because we were allies long before joining Konoha.

There were outliers in all times, and some actually went against the common understanding and married. But whenever there was an intermarriage, apparently the child born through their union would almost always be stillborn. That is excluding the civilian and non-chakra-possessing members of the clan.

Which honestly made a lot of sense to me because the clans of Yamanaka, Akimichi, and Nara were so close to each other, they might as well be a single clan. Even in politics they are always together and have always been together for as long as anyone can remember.

Because of this closeness between each other, there would have been a lot of intermarriages, which would have led to all three of the clans becoming one eventually because of everyone sharing everyone's ancestors.

That's why only civilians and non-ninja personnel marry internally within our three clans. For a baby that is born safe, healthy, and mainly alive out of inter-clan marriage, with at least one parent who unlocks chakra, was never heard of in our clan yet.

That was apparently not only in our clan, but in the whole world. You rarely find people with multiple Kekkei Genkai because inter-clan marriages are frowned upon, discouraged, or outright banned in many places.

The decades or even centuries of using hidden jutsus or Kekkei Genkai apparently affected the clan's blood and made changes in it, making it incompatible with other users. Hence, marrying within the clan or marrying a non-clan member was okay in many clans. The big clans usually preferred the former to the latter.

Which was also what actually made my mother stand out, because she was the first documented success of an inter-clan marriage between any of our three clans with ninja parents.

Even after my mother was born, intermarriage was still discouraged because of how fragile my mother was.

That was why it took everyone by surprise when she became a genin through sheer force of will and even successfully made it onto a team under a Jonin, which is a privilege given only to, at most, 15 students a year. The rest need to join the genin corps and rise up from there as you do normally in an army or a guild. Apparently, that's how it worked in all other hidden villages too.

And that was the reason my paternal grandparents were estranged from my now-deceased father. Apparently, they were very much against the marriage between my father and my mother.

They thought, rather reasonably, that because my mother was already so weak, if she married a Yamanaka, then they would surely not be able to have babies because of how diverse the bloodlines would get for me.

And my father -their son went against their wishes and married my mother anyway, because of love, and also because he had support from my mother's parents, who intermarried themselves, and Jiji, who had supported his son.

The fears my Yamanaka grandparents had turned out to be reasonable because apparently there were a lot of complications during my birth which ultimately resulted in death of both my parents.

But that's a story for another time. Back to the matter at hand: it was the first time I was going to meet my paternal grandparents. 

Obaasan was actually understanding of their point of view and had some goodwill towards them even though they hadn't tried to reach out to me, but Jiji didn't like them much. So I didn't really know what to expect.

Will they blame me for their son's - my father's death? Will they love me? Will blood be thicker than water? Will Jiji provoke them and an argument break out? And more importantly, how should I react? I loved my mother and father because of how I could still remember the feeling I had of them from even inside my mother's womb.

But I probably didn't know they had died or didn't know that feeling was of my mother and father until I gained all my memories. That's why I didn't have any guilt about loving Obaasan and Jiji. But I didn't know about this new set of grandparents.

I mean, that's why it took them three years to reach out. Because of them being guilt-ridden that their last words with their son were during a big fight about how I was a mistake. That's why we had to postpone today's chakra lesson—because they reached out to try to reconnect with me yesterday out of nowhere.

Since the accident four months ago, by today I had learned to sense and access my physical energy and y proxy yang chakra by now but still only sense my spiritual energy and not control it. Which seemed to be on the larger side of quantity for a child my age. By large I mean too large. I think the reason was not only was i an reincarnated old soul but also because apparently I was stillborn during my birth, dying before even living in this world. But somehow I fought on and came back to life within four to five minuets and continued to live henceforth.

I mean, I didn't have any guilt about taking over someone's body or something because someone who was a product of all three clans should have been at least mentioned in the anime if they had lived so by by that logic my predecessor had died in the 'canon' and because my soul was there inside my mother before even coming out of her if I remember how both of them felt, and.

So I was kind of sure whatever happened in canon, it was my presence in this body that actually brought it to life.

Thinking about that started hurting my head, so shaking my head I forced myself to change my line of though back to my soon to be re-acquainted grandparents, In the end I sighed to myself  and made a decision, I decided on a very simple strategy: to go with the golden rule—to treat them how they treated me.

Well, Obaasan did say I inherited my father's eyes, so there was small chance of them hating me when I reminded them of their son. But there was also a small chance of me reminding them their so would just bring out the poison in them, it was 50-50 really. lets hope it was the former rather than the latter.

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In the end, I decided on a very simple strategy: to go with the golden rule—to treat them how they treated me.

Well, Obaasan did say I inherited my father's eyes, so there was little chance of them hating me when I reminded them of their son.

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I was looking in the mirror fixing my appearance to look presentable for my new grandparents.

In this world my appearance was very special. It was a mixture of all the three clans combined.

I had black hair sticking out behind in design Lila a nara, with trademark green eyes of yamanaka. To finish it off I wasn't quite fat at three year old, but a little chubby with a unique cheek mark which was defining charecteristic of an akimichi.

I would have been fat due to obasaan's feeding habit, but apparently because of my physical exercise, which I never stopped doing ever since I could do it, I was only 'chubby'. But I could tell I was gonna have above average looks in the future maybe even handsome. For which I was quite grateful, for whoever put me here.

I looked my self in the mirror once more for any mistakes and became satisfied once I couldn't find any.

And went to the living room where we were waiting for their arrival. Both obaasan and jiji were also there sitting in the couch.

The clock struck noon, and there was a knock at the door. My heart raced as Obaasan went to answer it, her calm demeanor giving me some comfort. Jiji remained seated, his expression stern.

I glanced at him nervously before straightening up, determined to make a good impression. Obaasan opened the door to reveal an older couple who looked just as nervous as I felt.

My grandmother was the first to step inside. She was a tall woman with a graceful bearing and the same striking green eyes I inherited. My grandfather followed, his expression guarded. He had the air of someone who was used to command, a trait that made me feel a little smaller in comparison.

"Welcome," Obaasan greeted them warmly, though there was a hint of caution in her voice. "Please, come in."

"Thank you, Chiharu," my paternal grandmother replied, her voice soft but firm. They exchanged a polite nod, and then her eyes fell on me. She hesitated for a moment before giving me a small, tentative smile.

"You must be our grandson."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, bowing slightly.
"My name is Itto."

My grandfather's gaze was intense as he studied me. For a moment, I feared he might say something harsh, but instead,his eyes softened a lot before smiling just a little and nodding and said.

"Itto. You have your father's eyes."

"Ahh I will take that as a compliment, thank you" I replied

The tension in the room was palpable as they took their seats across from Jiji who was glaring at them.

The silence stretched on, heavy and uncomfortable, until Obaasan broke it by offering tea.

"So, how have you been?" she asked them, trying to steer the conversation into safer waters.

"We've been well, considering everything," grandmother replied, accepting the cup of tea. "We've thought a lot about this day."

Jiji's jaw tightened, and I could sense the brewing storm. "I'm sure you have," he said, his voice edged with bitterness. "It's been three years after all."

"Jiji," Obaasan warned softly, placing a hand on his arm to calm him.

"We needed time," my grandfather said, his tone defensive.
"Losing our son was...difficult. And we had our doubts."

"Doubts about our Itto?" Obaasan's voice was cool, but there was a steely edge to it.

"We were wrong," my grandmother interjected, looking directly at me.

"We were wrong to doubt. Seeing him now, it's clear he is a miracle."The room fell silent again. I could see the conflict in Jiji's eyes, torn between his protective nature and the reality of the situation. Finally, he sighed, the fight draining out of him.

"Yes, he is a miracle alright, at least you are right about that" he agreed grudgingly.
"But he's also our responsibility. We've raised him as best as we could."

"And we're grateful for that," my grandmother said sincerely.

"We'd like to be part of his life now. That is if you'll allow it."I felt a swell of emotions. The weight of their words, the history between our families, and the uncertainty of the future all pressed down on me. But amidst it all, there was a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this could work out.

"We can start fresh," I said quietly, breaking the silence and smiling. "I'm willing to try if you are." I continued "After all you can never have enough family anyway" lightly joking

My grandmother's eyes filled with tears, and she nodded with a huge smile.

"Yes, Itto. We'd like that very much." grandpa replied with a surprisingly soft gaze and continued
"So in the light of this new event please refer to your grandma as 'sobo' and me 'ojiisan'. "

Jiji didn't say anything, but the tension in his shoulders eased slightly.

I also smiled and agreed without hesitation and called out sobo to grandma and ojiichan to grandpa.

Obaasan smiled, her warmth filling the room. "Then it's settled. Let's make the most of this second chance." and brought a soju bottle from inside and 5 cups where she filled four of them with sake and one with fruit juice for me obviously and distributing them after which raised it and cheered

"To new beginnings"

"To new beginnings" we all choruses and drank from our cup.

The rest of the afternoon passed more smoothly. We shared stories, laughed a little, they were regaled with the stories of my naughtiness etc from obasaan.

That is when I found out the complete story about how I was born.

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"To new beginnings"

"To new beginnings" we all choruses and drank from our cup.

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The laughter and chatter that followed came easy — small stories, half-forgotten memories, gentle teasing about who drank too fast and who couldn't hold their sake.

but as the night wore on, the laughter began to fade — not abruptly, but like a song slowly running out of verses. One by one, voices trailed off until all that was left was the faint crackle of the hearth. The air changed, heavier somehow, like even the house was holding its breath.

My eyes drifted toward Jiji just as his gaze met Ojii-san's across the table. Something silent passed between them — not anger, not accusation, but something older. Tired. Jiji's lips pressed into a thin line, his fingers tapping once against his cup before he gave a slow, almost reluctant nod.

Ojii-san let out a quiet breath, the kind people don't realize they've been holding. For a second, he looked years younger, the kind of man who'd been waiting far too long to say something and finally got permission to. The weight of that unspoken exchange settled on all of us, soft but unmissable.

The fire popped, and in the quiet that followed, Ojii-san turned toward me. The lines on his face seemed deeper now, his eyes distant — like he was staring at something far beyond the room.

When he spoke, his voice was low and rough, the kind that carried years of words left unsaid.

"Itto," he began, "there's something I need to tell you… about your mother and father. Their story—it's not an easy one."

He paused, looking down at his hands, as if searching for the right words. "Your father, Daichi... he was a good man, a strong man, and a damn good jōnin. Your mother, Reiko, she was so smart, so strong in her own way, even if she was just a chūnin.

They loved each other more than anything. But... it wasn't easy for them. Especially because of me."

His voice wavered, and for a second, I saw the weight of regret in his eyes. "I... I didn't want them to be together. I was scared, you know? The risks of them having you... it haunted me. Kids like you... born from two clans, it almost never ended well. I thought—I was sure—that something terrible would happen if they had you."

He glanced up at me, his expression soft, worn by the years and then looked at jiji with a resigned expression. "But Reiko's family—your obasan, ojisan Shigeru, they didn't care about that. They didn't care about the old rules, or the risks. They just saw two people who loved each other, and they stood by your mother and father through it all."

He sighed deeply, his shoulders sagging. "Your mom, she wasn't just smart, she saw things clearly. She knew what marrying into another clan could mean for you to be born. Not to mention her own mixed bloodline. With no need to mention the political ramifications. She also knew if you were really talented the three united clans could even break up over your custody.

That's why she... she gave you the name Heizo to protect you. She wanted you to be safe from all the pressure that would've come from our clans. She was trying to shield you from that mess."

He ran a hand over his face, the memories clearly weighing him down. "It was during the war, things were already rough, but then... your mother's pregnancy, it got complicated.

About three months before you were supposed to be born, her chakra went haywire. And then there was the umbilical cord... it wrapped around you."

His voice dropped, as if the words were physically painful to say. "The doctors... they said they couldn't save you both.
They told us... either you go, or Reiko does. They said the only one who could even try to fix it was Tsunade."

He swallowed hard, and I could tell he was trying to keep it together. "I thought... I thought the right thing was to save Reiko. We all did—me, your great-grandfather, everyone. We thought... you weren't gonna make it. But Daichi... and your mom... they wouldn't hear it. They weren't giving up on you."

His eyes glistened slightly as he looked at me, and I could hear the tremble in his voice. "We fought. Daichi and I... we had it out. I told him it was too dangerous, that they should have never tried to have a child. That you would... that you wouldn't survive. That fight... that fight was the last time we spoke."

He paused, taking a shaky breath. "They defied me. Defied us all. They left the village in secret to find Tsunade. They believed she could save both of you."

He clenched his jaw, and for a moment, I saw tears in his eyes.“Your grandfather — Shigeru’s son — Sigeru Nara Jr was the one who found them. He caught them trying to leave. But when he saw your dad, saw your mom's face… he couldn’t stop them. He realized then just how deep their love ran and decided to help them. He was the one who decided to go with them.”

He looked at me, his expression a mix of sorrow and pride. "They fought for you, Itto. Everything they did, they did for you. Even though... even though it cost them everything... "

The room felt still, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. I could feel the depth of their love, and the price they had paid to bring me into the world. He let that sink in for a minute, then he continued.

"And the rest... well, the rest is what the ANBU recounted to us before handing you to us..... The anbu who returned alone with a new born baby... ."
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The room felt still, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. I could feel the depth of their love, and the price they had paid to bring me into the world. He let that sink in for a minute, then he continued.

"And the rest... well, the rest is what the ANBU recounted to us before handing you to us..... The anbu who returned alone with a new born baby... ."
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The village was bathed in fire and smoke, the scent of death lingering thick in the air. I approached the battlefield quietly, my orders clear: intercept the Nara woman and her companions. They were in the middle of an impossible situation, and Tsunade was needed elsewhere. I was chosen to assist-no, to clean up. They wouldn't survive without me.

There were corpses of villagers all around me. I could see the enemy had spared no one. Which only increased my speed to find my mission. My original weapon was a little unique and unusual which made me stand out in an anbu, which is the last thing you want to do in an anbu corps. So some chains I had unsealed from my storage scroll earlier just before I entered the village had to do for now. They were not bad as far as substitutions went with a similar structure.

As I arrived at the center of the village , I heard some noises. There.... I saw all the mission objectives in a field near about 100 meters far away. The situation couldn't be worse.

Reiko Nara - the foolish pregnant woman who decided her child was more important than the war, her water already broken and struggling to even stand, surrounded by Daichi Yamanaka and Shigeru Nara Blood covered all three of them, and the bodies of their enemies they had managed to kill scattered at their feet.

The remaining enemy forces -a mix of three jõnin, five chūnin, and four genin-encircled them, like vultures waiting for the right moment to strike.

My eyes locked onto Reiko first, Despite her pregnancy, despite the obvious pain, she still stood, weapon in hand. Her eyes burned with the same fierce determination that I had rarely seen on countless battlefields.
her body trembled no doubt- with the force of contractions, but she did not falter. The sheer willpower keeping her on her feet was almost.....admirable despite her stupid decision to come here.

But she wouldn't last. None of them would, that much was obvious already. Daichi's breathing was ragged , his body full of holes and swaying as he struggled to stay upright. Shigeru jr, fared no better with a deep slash near his heart.

The two men, despite their injuries, had already killed one jõnin and half of the chunin and genin of this enemy unit, that had attacked this village according to the report . But the enemies had regrouped, and they were outnumbered.

it was pure bad luck on their part that the rout they took even when they shouldn't have in the first place, to get to Tsunade for the unborn child was the rout where the village laid, the village which our people had decided to abandon for it was not worth it to save it depending on the enemy size and our forces being needed on the west front which was struggling to say the least.

The jõnin advanced first, moving swiftly toward Reiko. I knew then that if I did nothing, the child would die along with her. I couldn't let that happen.... not now.

I launched myself into the fray, the chain in my hand spinning in a deadly blur. The first jōnin came at Reiko, but before he could close the gap, I struck. The chain lashed out like a serpent, wrapping around his neck and snapping it with a single, precise movement. His lifeless body crumpled to the ground.

I saw two chūnin charge at me from the side. Without missing a beat, I wove through hand seals, calling forth a burst of wind. The cutting gusts slashed through them, throwing their bodies back, blood spraying through the air. My chain swung low, sweeping the legs of the nearest genin before I finished him with a lightning-infused strike, the crackling energy surging through the metal and sending his body into violent spasms before he fell limp.

A jōnin hurled fireballs in my direction, but I was faster. With a flick of my wrist, the chain deflected them. I countered with a quick water jutsu, dousing the flames and propelling myself forward on a torrent of water. My chain lashed out again, cutting through the air with deadly precision, finding its mark around his torso. With a violent pull, I yanked him off his feet and into the ground with a sickening thud.

Shigeru and Daichi struggled behind me, trying to fend off two more chūnin. I moved swiftly, raising my hands as the earth beneath them shifted. A fissure opened, swallowing one of the chūnin whole as the ground collapsed beneath him. The other tried to escape, but my chain whipped across the battlefield, tearing through his chest before he even had a chance to react.

Only two enemies remained—another jōnin and a lone genin, shaking with fear. I made quick work of the genin with a kunai which was so fast he couldn't deflect in time, silencing him in an instant.

The jōnin, realizing his fate, tried to retreat, but it was too late. I completed the A-rank fire jutsu, sending a torrent of flames toward him. The heat engulfed him, his scream echoing across the field before the flames devoured him.

In mere moments, it was over. The battlefield fell silent, the enemies' bodies strewn around me. Everything was silent save for the ragged breathing of the three survivors behind me.

Daichi collapsed first, his body giving in to the sheer toll of his injuries. He fell to his knees before crumpling to the dirt.

Shigeru followed, his eyes glassy, blood pouring from a deep wound in his abdomen.

Reiko dropped her weapon the pain too much for her to bear any longer. She staggered, clutching her belly, and fell next to them.
The fight was over, but something worse had only just begun

I moved toward Reiko, kneeling beside her as the first scream tore from her lips. The baby was coming, but it wasn't time yet.. it was far too early. Her body wasn't ready, and she was too weak Blood soaked the ground beneath her, mingling with bodies of the men who had tried to take their life

"Hold on," I muttered, more to myself than to her. I knew what needed to be done. I wasn't great at medical treatment as Tsunade, but I wasn't that far off. I knew enough to save this child at least

I worked quickly, my hands steady as I helped her through the birth. Shigeru and Daichi lay beside her, their breath shallow, eyes fixed on the scene before them.

The battle was over, but their fight wasn't. They watched with a fierce determination, knowing that their final moments would be spent watching the life they had fought to protect
Reiko screamed again, her body convulsing as she pushed. I could feel her fading, her chakra slipping away but she wouldn't stop. She wouldn't give up until she saw her child born. Sweat and blood mixed on her skin, but she kept going
After what felt like an eternity, the baby finally emerged, silent and still. The complications I had solved taking every bit of knowledge and chakra control from me. I held the tiny body in my hands, bloodied and weak. For a moment, my heart stopped The baby was lifeless
Shigeru coughed, his voice barely a whisper. "Is... is the child...?"
Reiko's eyes fluttered, her lips trembling. "Please... let me see him." And I did, cause being a kunoichi of Konoha she deserved at least this much before her end.
"He.. snot. cryi.." she swallowed rest of the word to gasp for what was sure to be one of her last breaths, her heart breaking.

I moved quickly, my medical training kicking in as I cleared the baby's airway and then force started its heart using medical and electrical chakra. For a split second, the world stood still. And then, a cry-sharp, loud, and full of life--broke the silence. The baby was alive.
Tears filled Reiko's eyes as she turned her head weakly toward her child. "My.. my baby..." Her voice was soft, barely a whisper. Daichi's lips curved into a faint smile, his eyes glassy with pride

"We... did it," Shigeru rasped, his voice filled with the weight of a thousand battles fought and won
Reiko's eyes fluttered closed, her body finally giving in. "Take care... of him," she whispered, her last breath slipping away.
Shigeru and Daichi followed moments later, their bodies limp, but their faces at peace. They had fought for their child, and in the end, they had won.

I stood there, the weight of the moment settling over me like a shroud. The baby wailed in my arms, the only sound in the stillness of death that surrounded us.

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I arrived at the village gates just as the first hints of dawn crept over the horizon, the baby still wrapped tightly in my arms. His cries had quieted some, but his tiny body remained fragile, his breaths shallow. Despite that, there was a certain stubbornness about him—a will to survive. Maybe it was the nara, yamanaka and akimichi blood in him, or perhaps the fight his mother had put up in her final moments had passed on to him.

I had fast glanced through the reports before leaving the outpost to get to these people, I knew this was something unprecedented. If they had lived I was to take them to Tsunade, if not retrieve their bodies,

Under Tsunade's orders if the child lived and Tsunade was no longer needed , I was to bring him back to the village and hand him over to the remaining family cause a labour was least of her worries while she was fighting a war.

It wasn't like I hadn't done this before. Complete the mission, report the success of the mission, and leave. No attachment, no sentiment. Yet, as I walked through the village streets, the child pressed close to me, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of life lay ahead for him.

I thought back to the battlefield—his mother, Reiko, fighting tooth and nail until the end. His father, Daichi, standing tall beside her despite the odds. And Shigeru, the Jr Nara, who had seen countless battles but was brought down in the end by a mission to protect his unborn grandson. It was almost tragic how much blood had been spilled for this child to take his first breath. They'd fought like hell to give him a future, but what future did he truly have? Where even an elite jonin like me had to step out the the way for fight when Tsunade or other S-ranks interfered. Just last month I almost died from a stray attack in the fight between that damm jinchuriki and Tsunade had.

Sure, he had the bloodlines. Nara, Yamanaka, Akimichi—the clans known for their forbidden techniques and long-standing history. But bloodlines like that didn't mean much anymore, not without a Kekkei Genkai. The wars had proven that again and again. Strategy, mind games, and raw strength could only take a ninja so far. It was the ones with rare abilities, like the Uchiha's Sharingan or the Hyūga's Byakugan, that consistently rose to the top.

Kekkei Genkai—those with such gifts were the ones who shaped the world. I'd seen it firsthand. Clans without those special abilities rarely produced S-rank ninja, not consistently like those clans with kekkei genkai do.

Sure, there were a few exceptions, But they could be counted on one hand. Becoming a S-rank ninja took something far greater than mere simple hidden techniques.

I glanced down at the baby. His breathing had evened out, and his small fingers were curled tightly against the cloth. Despite everything, he had survived. But would he thrive? Without a Kekkei Genkai, would he ever amount to more than just another average ninja? No matter how skilled the Nara were with their shadows, the Yamanaka with their minds, or the Akimichi with their size, they weren't the ones rewriting history. Not anymore.

It was a hard truth, one I had learned the brutal way during the wars. Without something that set you apart—something like a Kekkei Genkai—you could be the strongest or smartest in your village, but you would never reach the highest ranks. Not in this world.

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After a lot of traveling I finally reached the Nara compound, where the remaining family awaited for the news for they were the ones who informed the outpost and in turn Tsunade. and in turn the missions creation. The gate creaked open, and I stepped forward, the weight of the child heavy in my arms. I'd be leaving soon, once this task was done and I write a report for both the Hokage and the clans undoubtedly because they will definitely have questions. But I had no business lingering here more than that, no matter how curious I was about what would become of this baby. The child whose family died protecting him before he even took his first breath.

I handed him over, and as I did, I couldn't help but glance at him one last time. He was so small, so helpless. Despite all I knew, despite everything I'd witnessed in my years, a part of me couldn't help but wonder—could he be different? Could he prove me wrong?

Too bad I'd probably never be around to find out if the child amounted to anything.
Despite the approval to use the enemy shinobies dead body. I can foresee Konoha would become too restrictive for his research in the future.
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