Early Development

☙☙☙☙☙ <Hours After my Arrival at the Mansion>

I awoke from my short nap because I noticed a large energy signature approaching my room. Based on its familiarity of it, it was my mother.

"Madam! You must rest. You have not fully recovered from the surgery!"

It was the voice of a woman I had never heard before.

"OUT OF MY WAY," she roared.

I heard a thud, and before the other person's voice quieted. What a brute. Fortunately, it wasn't Aiko.

"BOOM!"

My mother blew the door off its hinges, pieces of wood flinging in all directions. Wood scattered all over the room, pieces flying in my direction before it mysteriously stopped. She entered the room with a regal attitude.

She had scarlet red hair and wore the same blue gown she had in the hospital. Hell, I even noticed bloodstains on it. She must've come straight from the hospital to here.

I frowned. She used no hand signs. I don't even see any chakra surrounding the floating pieces.

'Was that just her physical strength?'

The woman raised her hand, and a red shimmer enveloped it.

Then the many wooden shards quickly flew back towards the woman's hand before they compressed into a tiny ball, around an inch in diameter. She tossed to the ground before making her way over to my crib.

'A large wooden door becoming a tiny ball... some sort of extreme compression jutsu? Does that work on other shinobi? Just how strong is my mother?'

I felt my body, along with the blankets rising off the ground. I looked closely at what exactly was happening with my Sharingan.

I couldn't see anything. But that's impossible!

I injected more chakra into my eyes, temporarily improving my eye prowess. Then I noticed it. An almost invisible shimmer covered the blanket and me. While it was virtually invisible to the human eye, it seemed far more potent than normal chakra. Perhaps I could incorporate this new energy into my ninjutsu and genjutsu?

'If she only used this much chakra to lift me, just how strong are her telekinetic powers?'

I floated towards my mother, falling into her embrace. She fell to the ground while embracing me. Her whole body was shaking, her embrace almost painful.

"My child..."

Her voice shook as she spoke.

I turned my head towards her and noticed tears streaming down her cheek. She was crying.

I felt complicated emotions bubbling within me. I remembered my brother, Izuna Uchiha, when he passed away in my hands, his Mangekyo Sharingan in his hands as he passed them to me to keep.

Was this the same emotion? Loss?

Or was this something else?

It had been over a century since I had seen my parents. My childhood was plagued by war; children trained to be shinobi to fight against the Senju. War was everywhere. And it never stopped. At least until I grew to be one of the strongest.

But it was already too late. I had lost everything: my parents, brother, my best friend, and ultimately, my life.

She continued to hug me for the remainder of the night until she fell asleep and was taken away by several maids.

And that was my firsthand experience with 'supers.'

☙☙☙☙☙

Pretending to be a brainless kid is difficult.

It has been a few weeks since I arrived at the Uchiha mansion. Since then, life has been unnervingly calm. Days with no conflict and being constantly surrounded by several maids who would take care of my every need became the norm.

Apparently, I was in a country called the United States, where they spoke English. The United States was located in North America, one of seven continents. This world was much larger than the 5 Great Nations.

My mother visited me daily, showcasing her abilities. she could turn a metal can, they called it 'soda,' into a small metal bead. She could then propel the ball at high speeds.

In conclusion, she was powerful. Very powerful. Stronger than most Kage-level shinobi.

Compared to my prime? I would win. But right now, I might as well be an ant compared to her.

"One day, you'll be able to do the same thing as me. When you join Super Academy, they will awaken your super ability! With your bloodline ability, I'm sure it will be stronger than mine!"

"Waa waak ah awaaakam nao?!" I asked my mother (Why can't I awaken it now?).

"You want your super abilities now?" She smiled. "Triggering it to awaken too early will impede your growth permanently. You want to be a big boy, right?"

"Wa," I replied. (Never mind).

She smiled as she spoke to me. Then proceeded to suffoca- hug me.

Did she forget that I'm only a few weeks old? Or did she catch on?

Her 'power' was [Telekinesis]. I wonder if I had the same power. I tried to lift a few items into the air. It felt like trying to use a muscle I didn't even know was there. Instead, I gave up on using that 'power' and focused on my chakra pathway. At this rate, my foundation would be perfect in a few years. Being a baby helped. If an adult's pathways were like twisting a large tree trunk, an infant's pathways were like tough clay.

While I was still a baby, I kept my mouth shut, only occasionally mouthing words to test whether or not I could speak coherently. Most of the time, I spent time adjusting the chakra veins within my body, making the pathways connect to the rest of my body more efficiently, especially my eyes. After all, I needed to reawaken my Rinnegan as soon as possible.

Although many initially worried that something was wrong with me since I had not cried once, after multiple visits by medical shinobi with supposed 'restorative powers' and seeing no issues, their worries eventually passed. I concluded it was impossible to force myself to cry, and I had no plans of learning to do so. They also noticed my unique eyes but were chased off by Aiko whenever they asked. I heard them mentioning 'congenital super ability,' something exceedingly rare. It seemed only I knew what it was.

My maid, Aiko, was the cautious and cold type, based on what I had seen in interactions between her and other staff. However, she often smiled when I tried to get her attention (waving my stubby arms at her). She had a weird obsession with picking me up and poking my cheeks, although she never did it when others were around. I often found myself suffocated between her enormous breasts. Perhaps she wanted to test whether I was as dumb as I pretended by always bothering me and seeing if I would blow my cover on accident.

Keep wishing. You're never getting through my facade.

Anyways, after 'accidentally' injecting my chakra into her body, I noticed that chakra pathways in this world operated completely differently. Instead of them branching out from the solar plexus of the shinobi, her 'chakra' did not have a core at all but rather had two smaller cores in both of her hands, with chakra pathways going up her arm.

A few months later, I overheard from the other maids that Aiko's 'super power' was [Fire Generation]. She could coat her hands with flames. I suspected she could cover her whole arms and maybe her whole body if she intensified them, perhaps even shoot enormous fireballs out of her hands. I reevaluated her danger value to Kage-level, seeing her 'super power' could have devastating effects without even needing to perform any hand signs.

Six months later, I was finally one year old.

During that time, I was close to perfecting my chakra pathways. A few weeks ago, I awakened my 2-tomoe Sharingan, bringing forth great changes in eye prowess and chakra amount. I suspected that by perfecting my chakra pathways, my potential chakra capacity would be around 50% greater than in my previous life's prime.

'At that time, Hashirama would no longer stand a chance,' I clenched my hands in thought.

For my birthday, I was allowed to meet others. Either way, I've always worked alone, so meeting new people didn't matter to me.

After smoothly "learning" how to read and being praised by others for my "genius aptitude," my life became much easier. Aiko and my parents helped answer my questions, and I mostly grasped concepts of this new world, such as how that 'black vehicle' was something called a 'car.'

Anyways, while Aiko always watched over me, two kids came over to play. Their names were Izumi and Yuka. Izumi had short brown hair with golden eyes, while Yuka had blond hair and blue eyes. Although they were not part of the Uchiha family, they came from powerful families, and I would be seeing them eventually at the 'Super Academy.' The two girls were only two years old but twice as old as I was.

My peaceful days went away with their arrival. Izumi's constant bickering and high-pitched laughs were torturous, and I often resisted the urge to put her under a genjutsu. It was a pity I hadn't awakened my Mangekyo Sharingan yet, as I would have put her under a Tsukuyomi to bring back my days alone. Imagining seeing her at Super Academy for the rest of my childhood years brought a grimace to my face. On the other hand, Yuka was calm and collected, a personality much preferred to her boisterous friend.

"Madara," said Izumi.

"Madara!"

'Sigh... what does she want now,' I thought.

"MADARA!" She screamed.

I finally turned over before looking at her.

"Yes?"

"Look at this!" She said before revealing what was behind her.

It was a two-foot tower made by stacking wooden toy cubes.

"I'm glad you found something to waste your limited time with," I said nonchalantly before adjusting my chakra pathway. "Try being more like Yuka. At least she knows what it's like not to be annoying."

I looked at Yuka.

She stood frozen with a familiar wooden cube in her hand. If one were to look closely, you'd see a slightly shorter tower behind her.

'Was she competing with Izumi?'

She blushed before dropping the cube in her hands and knocking the tower over behind her.

"... Never mind, it looks like this is what kids of this world like to spend their time with," I sighed, reminiscing when I played with shuriken as a toddler.

"I couldn't have been like this when I was a child, right?" I muttered to myself.

Both the kids and the adults seemed most interested in my eyes. After all, I had kept them activated at all times to train them. They had noticed the additional tomoe that had formed in both eyes. I had not bothered to cover them with a simple genjutsu since it would raise even more suspicion if I were caught. And why do I think I would be seen? Since I was surrounded and monitored by powerful shinobi 24/7. Several were presumably sensor types, and losing that convenience of being just an 'immature' kid would cause trouble for me. Something that I couldn't afford considering my current weakness.

'I need to gain strength quickly to find a way to return to Konoha. My goal does not lie here. With my newfound power, I can force the shinobi world to change. True peace will no longer be just a dream of mine.'

"Haa..." I shook my head while laughing to myself.

'Who would have imagined that I reincarnated with my memories? Just what exactly caused my soul to migrate to this body?'

I pondered to myself before reaffirming my initial plan.

'I need to gain enough strength and find a way to return.'

☙☙☙☙☙

By the time I turned 2, my chakra pathways were almost perfect. With my pathways nearing perfection, I felt a tremendous improvement in the growth rate of my Sharingan and chakra. However, the chakra pathways had already begun to solidify, the final step making barely any headway. It is unfortunate, but for this very reason, the Shinobi world would never replicate what I had accomplished unless someone were to fall into the same situation as me.

A year later. I chased the two girls from my room as I needed to focus on the final push of perfecting my chakra pathways.

"Fwoooosh!"

A surge of blue chakra enveloped my three-year-old body. My chakra levels were on par with Jonins, and I had yet to fully mature or awaken my Mangekyo Sharingan, forget Rinnegan.

My chakra pathways were perfected.

I decided to test out jutsu using a tiny amount of chakra.

'Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu.'

But before I could even complete the hand sign, a small fireball exited my mouth.

My eyes widened in surprise. I quickly tried again.

'Fire Release: Flame Bullet.'

This time I did not even try performing the hand signs. A small flame shot out of my hand.

And it clicked in my mind.

'Seems like my efforts were rewarded. And the reward is more monstrous than I could have ever believed.'

The perfect chakra pathways allowed for a shinobi to perform chakra arts without needing to use any hand signs. My eyes widened.

I could perform a high-level jutsu in an instant. This opened a myriad of possibilities for fighting styles. I would no longer be limited by the length of the hand sign but rather by the amount of chakra I had.

'So my primary focus is to maximize the amount of chakra I can obtain. It seems I must master Senjutsu as soon as possible.'

Another year passed. I was now four years old. My 3-tomoe Sharingan had awakened several months prior, and my chakra had surpassed the level of most jonin, nearing the Kage level.

My relationship with Izumi, Yuka, and Aiko had improved. Izumi, now five years old like Yuka, still had overflowing energy as she constantly talked about the most redundant things. On the other hand, Yuka had adopted a more serious personality, contrasting her previously timid character. However, she seemed to avoid eye contact with me at all costs. Did she do something wrong?

"Yuka, are you okay? Your personality suddenly changed a lot. You're not trying to imitate mine, are you?"

"O-of course n-not!" Before looking at me for a split second and turning away. Her ears were red.

'What's wrong with this kid.'

My eyes narrowed. I had mostly understood their personalities during the several years with the two. Yuka acted increasingly odd around me, and I suspected she had developed some childish infatuation with me.

I frowned. Either way, I shoved it to the back of my mind and focused on more pressing matters.

'My small body is inhibiting my movement and will impede my ability to fight properly. Perhaps I could train using wood clones and have them perform a transformation jutsu.'

'I would have to also explain to Aiko and the others how I could use powers... perhaps I could pin it on my Sharingan.'

'Maybe I can develop a sort of system where I ca-'

"FIRE STYLE: MAJESTIC DESTROYER FLAME"

A thick stream of flames erupted from my mouth before exploding into a massive wall of flames that expanded hundreds of feet in width. The immense fire walls instantly disintegrated half of my room and poured out of the house without stopping.

However, whatever was in front of me, was completely unaffected by the A-level jutsu, which had been further enhanced to the Kage-level by my mastery of the chakra arts.

In front of me stood a translucent bright blue screen filled with various words.

[Multiverse System]

[Name: Madara Uchiha] [Age: 4]

<ABILITIES>

[<S+> Chakra Arts {Evolution Not Met}]

[Telekinesis {LOCKED}]

[Super Strength {LOCKED}]

[Flight {LOCKED}]

<BLOODLINE>

[<A> 3-Tomoe Sharingan {Evolution Not Met}]

[ Permanent Ability Empowerment {LOCKED}]

"What the hell is this?" I spoke out loud, bewildered.

Seconds later, I could hear dozens of powerful energy signatures rushing their way here.

I ignored the blue screen before seeing the still present sea of flames whittling away most of the property.

"Oh. And it seems I also blew half their property away."