The year was twelve in the Konoha chronicles, a time etched in legend…
"Kaito!"
A middle-aged man with a tired face and a cigarette dangling from his lips stood outside the nursery, a weary sigh escaping his lips. "The Hyuga couple is dead."
The young man called Kaito trembled, disbelief etched on his face. "Both of them?"
The middle-aged man confirmed his words, and tears welled up in Kaito's eyes. "I can't believe it. The Hyugas were such a good couple… why did they have to die?"
The middle-aged man exhaled a long plume of smoke, placing a comforting hand on Kaito's shoulder. "Kaito, you've done a great thing. When the war ends, the higher-ups won't forget you…"
Kaito's face flushed with shame, as if insulted. "What are you saying? They entrusted their children to me, they trusted me. Even if they're gone, I have to raise these children, it's my responsibility!"
After a few more words of comfort, they walked out of the nursery.
As they left, they had no idea that a pair of eyes were fixed on the name card on the crib in the nursery: Hyuga…
"I've actually been transported to the Naruto world?"
Itsuki squinted, his gaze falling on the Konoha calendar nearby. "Twelve years of Konoha?"
This wasn't good. As a Naruto fan, he knew most of the major events in the world.
The Third Great Ninja War!
The Nine-Tailed Fox attack on Konoha!
The Uchiha Clan Massacre!
Black Zetsu's schemes!
But the worst part was, these major events were all decades away. The year twelve was a brutal, bloody period, with only a few brief mentions in the chronicles. It was just war, pure and simple…
"Without strength, I'll probably die soon."
Itsuki closed his eyes, a strange line of text appearing before him.
"Please claim your beginner's gift pack!"
Itsuki watched the message flash before his eyes. Alongside it was a plain wooden chest, emitting a faint glow.
Character: Itsuki.
Items: None.
Chakra: None.
Jutsu: None.
"System…"
Itsuki was surprised. He had discovered this system as soon as he was transported.
"Ninja Training System!"
However, Itsuki didn't rush to open the system's gift box. If it contained a giant robot, his tiny baby body would be in serious trouble.
In the tall, floor-to-ceiling mirror, a cute baby lay in a cozy crib, squinting at the reflection.
"I've actually become a baby…"
Itsuki pondered, not overly upset. After all, you could say it was a return to youth.
"But now isn't the time to think about that." Itsuki looked at the name card on his bed, Hyuga Itsuki, and frowned. "If I heard correctly, my body's parents died in the war…"
This nursery was probably a place where Konoha ninjas left their babies. The man, Kaito, was likely the owner of this baby care center.
Just then, the nursery door opened again. Kaito, the owner, returned!
Itsuki quickly lay back down, but he could see through his eyelashes that Kaito's expression was grim.
His thin face was contorted in a sinister sneer!
"Heh, little guy, I should've known your parents wouldn't live long. Why should you waste my food all these days…"
He walked straight towards Itsuki's crib, reaching out to grab him.
Kaito's cold hands, like spider limbs, grabbed Itsuki's neck, lifting him like a bag of trash. He carried Itsuki towards the back door of the nursery.
"Hey, little guy, you sure sleep soundly!"
Kaito cackled, opening the trash bin behind the shop and tossing Itsuki inside…
A minute later, after confirming that Kaito had left, Itsuki slowly stood up from the trash bin, sighing at the tight metal lid.
"Sure enough, this is the true ninja world…"
Itsuki sighed deeply. "The will of fire may burn brightly, but beneath the flames are rotten branches and decaying roots…"
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