Leaf Village: This Uchiha is Very Cautious

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Above the sky, sparse stars dotted the night, with a bright white moon hanging high. The moonlight, like water, penetrated the thin, flowing clouds and sprinkled over the earth.

In the vast sea of forest, a white jade belt quietly flowed, passing by a village nestled against the mountains. Three solemn and ancient portraits gazed down at the village below.

In the village, a retro Tang-style street paved with long stones stretched on both sides. A few shops were still open, their doors and windows revealing lights, occasionally emitting muffled shouts filled with drunkenness.

In a secluded area far from the market, behind a deep forest, stood an old, elegant, and traditional Japanese house, surrounded by a fence entwined with vines.

The two-sloped, suspended mountain-style roof basked in the moonlight, elegant and serene.

A gentle breeze blew, causing the wind chimes to sway, their sound light and ethereal...

The soft evening breeze drifted by, mingling with the wind chimes, enveloping the night. The silver moonlight cascaded onto the wooden corridor, passing through the windows and into the bedroom.

On the small bed in the bedroom, lay a tiny figure. The quilt that should have been covering the body was kicked to the side. Upon closer inspection, this was a rather delicate and adorable little face, still retaining a hint of baby fat.

From the continuously trembling eyelids and the kicked-off quilt, it was clear that he was not sleeping peacefully.

"Ah..."

A terrified scream echoed from the room, accompanied almost simultaneously by the thud of footsteps and the sound of the door opening.

"Fuyu Shirou! Are you okay..."

Hearing the sound, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl immediately entered the room!

She now held the small figure in her arms, one hand cradling his head and the other gently patting his back, as if comforting a child.

"I'm fine, Sister Mika!"

Being held in a childlike embrace, even by a kind and beautiful girl, still felt strangely "embarrassing" for a man who was psychologically over thirty years old.

Ignoring the child's struggles, the girl rested her chin on the child's forehead. One hand tightened around the wriggling body, pulling him closer, while the other continued to pat the child's back, as if to ease his fear and panic.

"Did you have a nightmare again?"

"Mm-hmm..."

After several futile struggles, the child gave up. Inhaling the scent of the girl's body, a mix of shower gel and the unique aroma of her age, the child named Fuyu Shirou gradually calmed down from the tension and unease caused by the dream.

Seeing the child's emotions stabilize, the girl heaved a sigh of relief and felt a wave of sympathy.

The child in her arms was the offspring of her eldest sister and a clan elite, who should have grown up under the care of his parents. However, four years ago, when her sister was only halfway through her pregnancy, her brother-in-law was killed on a mission.

Her sister fell seriously ill after giving birth and became increasingly melancholic. She finally passed away when the child was just four years old, causing many of the clan elders to sigh and lament the fate of a ninja.

"I'm really fine, Sister Mika. I can't even remember the dream I had just now!"

Seeing that the child did not seem to be lying, the girl finally placed him back on the bed, tucking him in again and giving him a gentle smile.

"Do you want Sister Mika to stay with you and sleep? With Sister here, I'm sure you won't have any more nightmares!"

"No, Sister Mika! I'm really fine! I can't remember the dream at all!"

Hearing this, and looking into the child's dark eyes, the girl finally turned and slowly left the room.

As she turned, the clan symbol on the back of her coat came into the child's view.

"It's Uchiha!" he sighed softly. With the door closing, the bedroom fell silent, and the child's thoughts began to drift.

As a man in his thirties, he had struggled through the narrow bridge of life, left the ivory tower of academia in his early twenties, and ventured into society, experiencing a life that was far from ordinary.

Just as he was entering the golden years of his life, ready to make his mark, he found himself in this strange yet familiar world.

"Naruto," the anime that had accompanied his youth, was still vivid in his memory.

But what about the name "Fuyu Shirou"? Wasn't he supposed to be a character from "Bleach"? How did he end up in the world of Naruto, and with the dangerous surname "Uchiha"?

Thinking about the nightmare, he couldn't help but laugh bitterly. How could he forget! He remembered that figure all too well; he had merely been comforting the other person.

A white figure in the sky, facing the full moon, formed seals with his hands. His lips curved into an exaggerated smile, as if laughing in triumph for fulfilling a long-held dream, or as if feeling a deep sense of sorrow for severing all ties with the world.

"Illuminate the world, Infinite Moon Reading!"

There was no mistake; the nightmare he had just experienced was the scene from the Fourth Great Ninja War where Madara performed the Infinite Moon Reading.

Last night, he had dreamed of an orange-haired figure hovering above the village, muttering, "How many floors can one bag of rice be carried to? To the second floor!"

The night before that, he had dreamed of a small figure in ANBU uniform, carrying a short sword, squatting on a utility pole at the entrance to his home.

"Sigh! This life is unbearable!" he sighed again, the four-year-old child named "Uchiha Fuyu Shirou" unsure of what to do.

"I just hope that as my memories merge, these occasional nightmares will gradually fade away."

This time travel seems a bit off! In other stories, people who travel through time either get a Golden Finger (a metaphor for a powerful advantage), an Elderly Grandfather (a metaphor for a mentor), or some kind of System (a metaphor for a special ability or tool).

Why did I end up with nothing? I must have traveled to a fake world or the wrong scene!

It's not enough that I'm not the holder of the strongest ice-type Zanpakutō from "Bleach." Why did I end up in "Naruto," and as an Uchiha, a clan that almost entirely meets their end before the story even begins?

"Sigh! Since I'm here, I'll just have to make the best of it. One step at a time."

As his thoughts continued to wander, he slowly drifted back into sleep, hoping not to have any more nightmares.

(End of Chapter)