Chapter 01

Uzushiogakure, famously known as 'The Village of Longevity', is one of the many smaller villages in the ninja world.

Though to be honest, calling Uzuhio 'small' would be an insult to it. After all, even if we weren't as prominent in the battle as the five great villages...

Our knowledge of fuinjutsu should not be underestimated. Not to mention our vitality and large chakra reserves that are the reason for the envy of other villages and that's why they feared us.

Walking through the village and seeing the animated movement of people, I almost forget the countless goals I have in mind.

In case you didn't know, yes, I am a reincarnator.

My death in the past life is a bit of a -- Er -- Delicate so to speak.

Do not mistake. No trucks, not even rescuing a child from fires or anything like that.

My death was pathetic to say the least.

Choked by on a vegetable and please don't laugh about it.

"Otou-san, Oka-san, I'm home." I said in a disinterested tone.

Passing through the sliding door, the sight of a woman with red hair, blue eyes and who appears to be in her mid-30s smiled.

"Ohhh, glad you brought the vegetables, Hiro-chan." My new mother Akane Uzumaki took the bag from my hands and smiled.

I couldn't help but purse my lips slightly.

"Ehh? No making that face. You'll eat the vegetables properly, otherwise no ninja training for you."

Akane didn't understand why he was so unwilling to eat vegetables.

"Fine," I say reluctantly as I sit down at the table.

I had to adjust myself properly as I am only 4 years old and the chair is still too high for me.

I have to admit, I'm really a cute sight. A small boy with red hair, blue eyes, sharp eyebrows and a v-like face.

What? I can not admire myself?

After eating my meals, I wait patiently on the patio outside our house. The Uzumakis are Uzushiogakure's protector.

Even in the face of the disaster of the first and second wars, our numbers still remain high.

But that is temporary and I know it.

Uzushiogakure at some unspecified time in the future will be destroyed. Surrounded by all other villages like vultures and abandoned by our only ally, Konoha.

If it was before I would probably be in high stress or panic, but I did something very wrong with my head.

When I was 2 years old, desperate to activate the Chakra Pathway and get strong asap...

I was able to successfully activate the Chakra Pathway, but soon afterwards I started bleeding from my ear and nose. The next thing I saw was dark and I passed out immediately.

My parents at the time were very worried about that, I stayed more than two months in the village hospital.

And detail, that is a long time considering our vitality. Fortunately I managed to survive and get out of this to tell a story.

But not everything was bad.

One consequence of this was something I couldn't explain in words. It seems that my emotions are more easily controlled and somehow I am able to concentrate better and perceive the details around me more clearly.

Whenever possible I try to analyze my new changes and luckily it seems I'm healthy.

Needless to say, regardless of the benefits I received, trying to activate the chakra pathways alone was inconsequential. Now that I'm in control of my emotions, I realize how useless it is to act out of desperation.

A hiss was heard, a figure that came from the top of the trees landed on the ground in front of me, it was a red-haired man who appears to be in his early thirties.

"You're late," I said in a monotone.

"Hiro-chan, so cold," - Because of my blank stare I give him. Youta Uzumaki dramatically grabs his heart as if in pain and says. "Your poor father's heart aches."

I continue to stare at him in silence.

It wasn't like I was emotionless or anything. To be precise, I was able to maintain a poker face like no one else and internally I'm a little frustrated waiting for more than two hours on my feet.

"Alright. Alright. Let's start with the basics then," Youta gives up on his antics and starts teaching me.

If I said I wasn't a little disappointed it would be a lie to say.

In addition to teaching tactics and basic rules of how a ninja should behave. The older redhead only taught me a few kata to practice.

In addition to teaching tactics and basic rules of how a ninja should behave. The older redhead only taught me a few kata to practice.

But I never let my frustration show on my face and molded my ways to do as ordered. Haste is the enemy of perfection.

And so began my first week of training.

And yes, my father was impressed because I was able to learn the details and memorize the teachings at an obscene speed.

Soon the lessons moved to shurikenjutsu and kenjutsu.

Youta is a veteran chunin of the village and so he only teaches the things he knows. The topic he specialized most was kenjtsu.

"Just fantastic. I always knew, Kane-chan," Youta sitting at the dinner table said with his mouth full and laughing. "Our son is a genius. Haha. In two or three years he's sure to overtake me."

"I don't like the idea of ​​our son turning into a ninja so soon, Youta." Akane said a little frowning. "You know the battlefield is a cruel place."

I just eat in silence and watch the interaction between them.

"Ugh. You called me 'Youta'," The older redhead shudders and cringes. "You always say my full name when you're mad at me." he muttered with a slight pout.

"I only want the best for our son," she said stubbornly.

"Kane-chan. You know as well as I do that the world we live in, force is the best form of protection. He may perhaps become a Jonin someday. If we show his talent, maybe the main branch or even the Uzukage want him as a disciple." Youta said in a serious tone.

Akane bites her lip in frustration and holds back with great difficulty what she wanted to say.

After all, she knows very well that there were truths in his speech.

In this world the best form of protection is for you to be strong by yourself. Hiro had shown talent and willingness in training, it would be selfish of her to arrest him.

"He'll need to impress them. You know what I mean, Kane-chan."

"Fuinjutsu," - Completed Akane.

My eyes lit up upon hearing this.

"Yes, Fuinjutsu," - Youta smiled as he looked at me.

If I wanted to impress the main branch I would have to learn a little foinjutsu.

To learn new jutsus and become stronger, inevitably I would have to expose myself to be nourished with resources.

Unlike Konoha where children are taught at the academy and soon after they are nurtured by a jonin sensei...

Uzushiogakure teachings are passed from parents to children. Only the highest talents are taught by the council chiefs or more prominent figures like jonin or even the Uzukage.

"There's the problem," My dad crosses his arms in front of his chest, flashes a proud smile and I look at him doubtfully.

After a brief moment of suspense.

"I don't know fuinjutsu." he said smiling.

I couldn't help but have a poker face towards him.

Really? Is he an Uzumaki and doesn't know fuinjutsu? OK, maybe it's true that every rule has its exception.

Not necessarily all uzumaki would be good with fuinjutsu.

"I'm terrible at this art," he said smiling, before turning towards Akane and saying, "Luckily we have your mother to save the day."

"No," Akane refused vehemently.

"Akane, my love," Youta grabs the hem of her sleeves and says looking into her eyes. "You have to put this trauma behind you."

"No, Youta! I can't teach him," Akane said with a look of fear. "I might end up teaching him wrong. I don't want him to make the same mistake as--"

"That was just an accident, Kana-chan. It was many years ago and we both know you're actually good at it. Accidents happen and it's unfair for you to blame yourself for so long."

"But-But" she tries to say again, but I cut her off.

"I trust you, mother."

"Hiro-chan, you—," Akane looks at me in a mixture of surprise and indecision.

"Hey --- Although I'm glad you supported your mom. You never said that to your dad," - Youta complained, crossing her arms childishly and jealously.

Poker face.

"Say something," he complained.

"It's because you are not reliable," I said simply.

Those words repeated in his mind and...

"Ughh!" Youta held his heart as if he had been stabbed. "Looks like I misheard, Akane. I thought our son said that I'm not reliabe," He looks back at me with his hand still on his heart and asks, "Hey, I don't think I understood what you said. . I thought --"

"unreliable." - I say

"Ughhhh," His head falls unconscious to the table.

Akane looking at the scene couldn't help but laugh at his antics.

In the end she agreed to teach me fuinjutsu.

Looking at the scene of me and my family.

I could tell I cared a lot about them all.