Nine-Tailed Fox

Akane Uzumaki, that is my name. A few days after my birth, when I was able to finally stay awake for more than a few seconds, I learned my new name. I liked it, it represented the start of my new life.

My Mothers name is Haruka Uzumaki, she was a 24-year-old woman with blood-red hair as is customary for an Uzumaki, hourglass figure, deep violet eyes, F cup breasts, etc. She was basically a Yamato Nadeshiko which means "personification of an idealized Japanese woman", or could also mean "the epitome of pure, feminine beauty".

I apparently reincarnated into the Naruto world. The world where Ninja's, aliens and beasts of almighty power roam free. Naruto was actually one of my favorite animes and I cried a lot when it ended. Ironically, after only watching for a few dozen episodes I hate its sequel Boruto. In my opinion, it ruined naruto for me. Well whatever, It's not like I care now anyway. That was my old life, It will not affect my new one.

What came as a surprise to me was that I was born into the Uchiha clan. That threw me for a loop as I thought that since my mother is an Uzumaki and my last name is Uzumaki, that I was born in Uzushiokagure. Nope, well apparently, my mother came along with Kushina in the exchange program when it was time for Mito Uzumaki to transfer the Kyuubi into another Jinchuuriki.

As the transfer was supposed to be secret, instead of sending only Kushina, a whole group was sent to Konoha under the alias of visiting Mito and having her tutor Kushina in fuuinjutsu. They were supposed to come back after the transferring had finished and Kushina had adjusted to Konoha but along the way back, they heard news of Uzushio's destruction. The leaders of the group who were Jonin went ahead to confirm the situation. Only one came back saying that the news was true and that he managed to get the Uzumaki main family's secret techniques before the rest were killed.

The Group then ran back to Konoha as fast as they could. Unfortunately, let's just say Shit happened and only my mother managed to come back alive. As the years progressed my mother became a jonin shinobi of Konoha before she was given to the Uchiha clan. Why this happened I don't exactly know as of yet since my mother when she was telling baby me this story, never got into the details. Suffice to say that when my father died in a mission she did not shed tears.

Unfortunately, since she refused to marry another Uchiha after father died she was kicked out of the clan. That being said, she got to keep raising me on the condition that I be sent to the Uchiha clan regularly after I come of age to train in clan techniques.

I think that what really drove the point that I reincarnated home was a night a few days after my birth. The night was October 10th and suddenly without any real warning a ridiculous amount of what I can only assume was killing intent slammed in my face. If I was not an 18-year-old reincarnated indivisual I was absolutely certain that I would have had a heart attack right then and there.

The pressure was so great that I could not breathe. I made a futile struggle to breathe as my consciousness started going black. I was so terrified that I was going to die a few days after being born that through willpower I did not know I possessed, I somehow managed to take 1 or 2 breaths of air. This was enough time for my mom to come running to me and dissipated any killing intent coming in my direction.

She then took me and ran towards what I could only assume were the civilian barracks. As she was running, She and I both got to see the Kyuubi in full glory and let me tell you that is not a sight I was going to be forgetting anytime soon. A massive monstrosity in the shape of a fox with nine tails, Kurama was huge. With one flick of his tail, he was quite literally causing an earthquake.

What had my attention was not his body however it was his eyes. Even though we were on the other side of the village Kurama was clear for all to see due to his size and what i saw left me mentally scarred for a long time His eyes radiated such hatred and malice that I could feel it from here. It was as though all the world's hatred suddenly forced itself onto me. My consciousness left me as I kept on looking into those blood-red eyes with three tomoes circling in them.

I woke up a couple of hours later safe in my mother's arms. Suffice to say that for the next couple of days I kept crying nonstop as even though it was all over, I still remembered those eyes and that hatred in them. My mother was the only reason that I did not go insane or die from overexposure from the Kyuubi's chakra.

It would only be a couple of days later when all was said and done that I would stop and think why the hell did my mom run away with me. Wasn't she a jonin, shouldn't she be down there helping the shinobi forces. Not that I was complaining of course but still, I was curious.

It would not be until much later that I would have my answer that she was actually planning to go check what happened and see if she could help. That was until she saw the Kyuubi and said fuck this I'm out. Contrary to what you may be thinking, she did not do this because of fear, she was a jonin for kami's sake, she did this knowing that she would be able to do shit to help the situation.

Unlike others, she was from the Main Uzumaki family and was, therefore, given information about Kyuubi when she went to Konoha with kushina and the rest of the group. She knew that any Jutsu below the A rank, regardless of quantity, was completely useless against Kyuubi due to his sheer immense vitality and even A rank jutsu's were slightly ineffective.

Only Kage rank shinobi actually held even a sliver of a chance of fighting it. Therefore, instead of doing something useless she prioritized my health and survival. If it is possible I think I began loving her even more than I already was. As I go to sleep, I can only sign about the crazy night I had and went to sleep hugging my mother.