2 years

Well, it's been a while since I found myself in this world. A little over 2 years since my birthday passed a month ago. Growing up all over again is an interesting experience since I have some basic control over my actions.

Sure, I couldn't do much at first, but now I've unlocked the ultimate powers of walking, running, and talking. Although they are still mostly limited. My running has led to me face-planting one too many times.

Also, talking is something I've carefully increased over the past year. I'm not sure when normal babies in this world begin forming complete sentences, so I took my progress at a relatively steady rate.

I started with babbling random sounds, slowly progressing to a few small, disorganized sentences. I'm starting to build up to longer and more complex sentences, which seemed to surprise my mother. Although my father seemed only slightly surprised.

Speaking of my father, he's quite an interesting man. Although I loved my mother and her love, she wasn't hard to read. She was quiet, kind, and always ready to help her family. On the other hand, my father was someone I wasn't quite sure I understood.

Most of the time, he seemed like a proud man filled with confidence in the clan. Although not openly affectionate like my mother, he seemed to radiate a silent pride in even my simple actions. However, my father would return from patrol when it was late at night and my mother had gone to bed.

He seemed drained, which confused me. He was a jonin and, from what I gathered, a rather strong one. So I couldn't imagine anything could really push him to exhaustion without having the whole village on alert from an enemy attack.

After all, that would be the only thing I could think of that would be able to tire him out physically. Perhaps it wasn't physical then, and something was bothering him. Mental exhaustion is very real. The problem is that I'm a two-year-old, and my father is a stubborn Uchiha.

I doubt he'll tell me about anything bothering him. I know something is because my sensing abilities have grown over the years, and I've discovered a useful trick. My range isn't that far yet. I can only sense what's in the house or around 20 meters in every direction.

This allows me to sense my parent's room, and if I focus on someone's chakra, I can tell if they're asleep or not. So the fact that my father barely sleeps is a little concerning. I can sense his restless chakra just lying in bed every night.

I don't know what's bothering him, but I know he's not gonna tell me anytime soon. I was broken out of my thoughts when I noticed a familiar but powerful chakra behind me. "It's dangerous to get so lost in thought that you can't notice your own father right behind you."

My father said with a stoic face. Although the slight glimmer of amusement in his eyes showed, he didn't really care that much. I pouted. My father loved to sneak up on me when I wasn't paying attention.

He knew I was a sensor. After all, I had no reason to hide it, and it hadn't taken him long to figure it out. A few vague descriptions of feeling weird energy had done it. I retorted, "papa is mean."

His stoic face didn't change, and he responded by picking me up so fast I couldn't even react till I was already in his arms. "Well maybe I am mean, but you always have to be ready. Danger can come at any time".

I frowned. My father seemed to be lost in thought quite often, but it seemed my thoughts were easily read. My father's stoic face finally changed, and a slight frown appeared on his face. "Even I have to work on staying alert. It's a skill a shinobi must work on for his whole life. Remember that my son.".

I smiled and said, "Yes papa." He finally showed a small smile, but I noticed it was filled with many confusing emotions. He set me down and told me we were going to the park to play. I nodded quickly and went to my mother to get help preparing.

As I was getting ready, I thought about how my father was quite the strange Uchiha, at least in his parenting style. He was very hands-on. It hadn't been hard to notice how he spent almost all of his free time with me.

He would take me to the park and stay the entire time to watch me, which was a lot of fun. I've even made some friends, and while they are just little babies, I still enjoy doing random stuff with them. I'm not sure if it's my baby brain or my new perspective on life, but I found that just enjoying the simple moments of doing dumb stuff is fun.

Continuing my thinking of my strange but admittedly awesome father. He would also talk a lot for an Uchiha, at least in my presence, and I would learn a lot from these talks. Stories about the glory of the Uchiha clan and how we had produced some of the strongest shinobi the world had ever seen.

He clearly wanted me to be a shinobi. No. He couldn't imagine me being anything other than that. He introduced me to many 'games' when I first learned how to walk. These games were more like exercises to improve my dexterity and hand-eye coordination and just prepared me for the life of a shinobi.

Although this was normal for most Uchiha families, it was the sheer amount of time he spent with me. When I woke up in the morning, he would train right beside me, and I admit how awe-inspiring it was to watch him.

He would mainly practice his swordsmanship with such grace, power, and skill that no human from my old world could achieve. It was amazing. Sometimes I couldn't look away from his training, and he would have to stop in order to knock me out of my daze.

Next, we would eat as a family, which was always a good time seeing that my mom was quite the good cook. After that, It would be Uchiha storytime. Where my father would tell me another tale from the past.

We would then go to the park or just spend time together as a family. It was a good life, but I could tell that my father had plans for my future, and I didn't really mind. I needed power and being a shinobi was the only way I knew to achieve that in this world.

I finished getting ready and ran to the door. My father was waiting for me, and I grabbed his hand. I turned and waved to my mother as we headed toward the park.