Mix Heritage

Kibishi found a piece of paper and a pen, his small hands moving with purpose as he began writing. He knew he had to get everything down—the key events that would shape the future of this world.

I'd better write this now, he thought, his brow furrowed in concentration, because as I grow older, I might forget the memories I have from my previous life. It'll be much harder then to remember anything about what's to come.

Time seemed to pass quickly as he scribbled furiously. By the time he finished, two hours had gone by. He set the pen down, flexing his small fingers, now sore from the effort. That took longer than I thought, he mused, glancing over the pages filled with notes.

"Even though I know the future, it doesn't mean I have much of an advantage," he muttered to himself, his expression serious. "Power is everything in this world. Without it, you're nothing but cannon fodder."

He leaned back in his chair, contemplating his next move. I'll need to learn jutsus soon, he thought. Mother can teach me, but I need to act like I'm learning them for the first time. His eyes narrowed in thought, and then something changed. A strange sensation washed over him as he caught sight of his reflection in the window.

His eyes had turned a deep, blood-red color. He leaned in closer, his breath catching as he saw the unmistakable comma-like marks beside his pupils. "No way..." he whispered, his heart pounding. I have the Sharingan.

Shock coursed through him as he tried to remember if the old Kibishi had ever unlocked it. Did I unlock it earlier? I can't recall anything from the memories that suggests that.

He frowned, trying to piece it all together. "Maybe I unlocked it when I took over this body," he speculated. "The headache I had... was that part of the process? Did the memory merging help awaken it?"

His mind raced, recalling what Tobirama Senju had once said. A special chakra flows through the brain before the Sharingan is awakened, altering the eyes... He smirked. "Well, it might've been a weird awakening, but a Sharingan is still a Sharingan."

He shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts. "Anyway, back to the main plan," he muttered, pacing the room. "In the next four to six months, I'll be turning six and starting my academy life. Until then, I'll focus on chakra control."

His mind was already formulating a training schedule, but he yawned as exhaustion crept in. "I'll figure out more tomorrow," he said, heading to bed. "First, I need to ask Mother for chakra paper to check my elemental affinities."

The next morning, Kibishi awoke to the sound of his mother's voice. "Kibishi, take a bath! Breakfast is in thirty minutes."

Still groggy, he stumbled into the washroom. After a quick bath, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His hair, still wet, shimmered in the morning light, and he noticed something odd—there were faint red highlights mixed with the black strands. Is that from the Uchiha side of me? he wondered. Unable to find an answer, he shrugged it off and continued getting dressed.

As he entered the dining area, he saw his mother preparing breakfast. She was dressed in her ninja uniform, her jounin vest neatly fitted. "Mom, are you going out after breakfast?" Kibishi asked, taking a seat at the table.

"Yes, baby," Hanabi replied, smiling as she set down his plate. "The Hokage has called me for an A-rank mission. I'll probably be gone for a week."

Kibishi nodded, playing the part of a normal child as she hugged him tightly. "You'll be staying with your grandparents while I'm away," she added, ruffling his hair affectionately.

"Uh-huh," Kibishi responded, his cheeks flushing slightly. This is so embarrassing... he thought. I'm a grown man pretending to be a kid.

They began eating in silence, the familiar taste of curry from the night before filling the room. Between bites, Kibishi glanced at his mother's vest. A jounin, he thought, and she's heading out on an A-rank mission. That's no joke.

After breakfast, they headed out, arriving at his grandparents' house within a few minutes. Kibishi knocked on the door, and a moment later, a woman with vibrant red hair rushed out to greet him, her arms immediately wrapping around him in a tight hug.

"Kibishi!" she exclaimed, rubbing her cheeks against his. "You haven't visited in so long!"

As she held him, Kibishi's mind whirled. Red hair... She's an Uzumaki! he thought, piecing together his lineage. So, I'm part Uzumaki too... 25 percent Senju, 25 percent Uzumaki, and 50 percent Uchiha. I've really hit the jackpot.

His grandmother continued to fuss over him, but Kibishi barely had time to process it before another voice interrupted. "Hey, don't hog him all to yourself!" A tall, older man with graying hair stepped forward, playfully pulling Kibishi from his grandmother's grasp.

That's Bishiro Senju, Kibishi realized, recognizing the man as the current head of the Senju clan.

"I'll be going now, Mother, Father," Hanabi said, disappearing in an instant. Kibishi barely registered her departure, his thoughts still focused on his new reality. She's so fast... I couldn't even follow her movements.

For the next two hours, Kibishi endured his grandparents' pampering, which left him exhausted by the time they finished lunch. His grandfather left for clan duties, and his grandmother headed out for groceries, leaving Kibishi alone in the backyard.

He sat beneath a large tree, his mind buzzing with plans. I need to start my training, he thought, organizing his priorities. First, I'll practice leaf concentration. Once I master that, I'll move on to tree climbing, wall climbing, and eventually water walking.

He leaned back against the tree, closing his eyes in thought. I'll meditate every morning to strengthen my mental focus, and by my birthday, I should have a solid foundation in chakra control.

His mind continued to race, plotting out every detail of his training regimen. Light exercises to build stamina, shuriken and kunai throwing for precision... I won't start serious body training until I'm seven, but I'll be ready when the time comes.

A determined smile crossed his face as he made his final resolution. This is just the beginning.