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[NTU] [ARC-01-INTRO] Chapter : 1
🕑 Added 2024-05-10 16:36:57 +0000 UTCThe sky hung thin with stars, with a beautiful white moon reigning high above. Its watery light filtered through wispy clouds, casting a serene glow upon the earth below.
Atop a rocky mountain, three somber, antiquated heads peered down at the settlement nestled at the mountain's base.
In the village, streets are lined with long stone strips stretched on either side. Despite the late hour, a few stores remained open, their warm light spilling onto the street. Occasional drunken shouts mingled with hushed conversations in the night air.
Hidden away amidst various houses, a graceful Japanese-style home stood, its ivy-covered fence lending it an air of mystery. The gentle rustle of leaves, the caress of the breeze, and the soft tinkling of windchimes filled the air.
Inside the house, silvery moonlight streamed through windows, tracing patterns along the hardwood hallway and into the bedroom, where Toshiro lay on a small bed. His unsteady eyelids and the kicked-off quilt hinted at his restless state.
Suddenly, a frightened cry pierced the room. Within moments, the doors creaked open, and hurried footsteps echoed through the silent night.
"Toshiro!! Are you alright?" The girl who entered the room as soon as she heard the voice. She is about sixteen or seventeen years old. She was now cradling the small figure on the bed in her arms, patting him tenderly as though he were luring a child, one hand around his head and the other on his back. "I'm fine, Sister Mei!" Despite the fact that she was just a teenage girl,the boy was held in her arms like a little child would be held by his mother. However, despite being over thirty years old mentally, he still feels strangely 'shy'. The girl put her chin on the kid's forehead, ignoring his struggling in her arms. As she continued to touch the kid's back, one hand tightened the wriggling body in her arms, embracing him even more. As though doing so would make him in her arms feel less afraid and panicked.
"Did you have another nightmare?"
"Well..." The kid grudgingly gave up after trying in vain a few times and noticed the scent emanating from the girl's body, which was a combination of shower gel and a body scent specific to her. At this point, the child, who had just woken up feeling anxious and tense from the dream, was beginning to settle down. She felt a twinge of sympathy and relief at the same moment when he saw that the youngster in his arms had settled down. The kid in her arms is the son of her sister and an elite jounin of the clan, and he is supposed to have been raised by his parents. However, her brother-in-law passed away on a mission, less than six months after my sister became pregnant. That was four years ago. After giving birth to Toshiro, my sister fell ill, and her condition got significantly worse. Ultimately, Toshiro was just four years old when she tragically died.
"I'm ok, Mei-neechan. I can't even recall the dream I had."
The girl helped cover the boy with the quilt after deciding that he didn't appear to be lying and placing him back on the bed, and she smiled softly at him.
"So, Toshiro, I don't have anywhere else to be. You and I can share the bed! I think you won't experience nightmares ever again if your sister is present."
"Mei-neechan, there's no need! I'm doing great! I can't even remember the dream after your help."
After hearing this response, she glanced into the small child's black eyes. The girl chuckled softly, turned around, and leisurely left the room. The child's gaze met the family pattern on the back of the girl's garment as she turned around. 'It's the Uchiha clan symbol!' A small sigh left his heart. Once the door closed, there was silence in the bedroom, and then Toshiro's mind started to drift.
He was a thirty-year-old modern man who was just getting into fitness. I came out of my illusion that life was my ivory tower and into the real world when I was in my early 20s. One may say that the experience was fairly positive. I had just begun my golden years and was getting ready to accomplish great things when I unintentionally entered this odd yet comfortable world. His teenage years were spent watching the "Naruto" anime, and he was still rather taken aback by it.
However, why does it have to be the name "Toshiro"? Isn't it the name of the midget Shinigami from Bleach? The most concerning part of my name is the deadly surname "Uchiha." His mouth curled into a bitter smile as he remembered the dream. How could I overlook that? . A figure of white appeared high in the sky, both hands making a seal facing the full moon. His mouth's corners formed an elongated curve, giving the impression that he was both laughing heartily to realize a long-held desire and feeling sorry for himself for eliminating all causes and conditions in the universe. "Light up the world, infinite Tsukuyomi!" True enough, the scene of Madara using "Infinite Tsukuyomi" during the Fourth Ninja War is what gave me the nightmare that just ended.
In my dream from yesterday, the individual wearing an orange mask was hovering above the village, murmuring phrases like, "Rin, I'll bring you back." The day before that, I dreamt about a man. Near his residence junction, a diminutive figure in an ANBU uniform perched on a telephone pole, carrying a knife on his back, exclaimed, "Oi! This life is not for me!" The four-year-old known as "Uchiha Toshiro" contemplated, sighing quietly once again, uncertain about what to do. "I just hope that these recurring dreams will gradually fade away with the amalgamation of memories!"
This influx of time travel seems to encounter issues! Some time-travelers have various systems around them, akin to golden fingers or portable grandfathers. Upon reaching him, why is there nothing remaining? I'm concerned that my attire may be inappropriate or that this could be a counterfeit ensemble! Unlike the 'Shinigami' that possesses the most potent Ice Zanpakutō and sexiest lieutenant, how did I end up as an Uchiha, where almost everyone died before the main story started?
Next Morning
The village was still asleep when the rising sun broke through the darkness. The street market is getting busier and busier, which seems to show that the day is going well. Right in the middle of the town, in the "Uchiha" family home, is where our protagonist, Uchiha Toshiro, lives.
"Good morning, my youngest auntie."
The boy pushed open the bedroom door with one hand and rubbed his sleepy eyes with the other. While greeting the girl while yawning, who was busy in the kitchen.
"Auntie? How many times have I said I want to call Onee-sama!!"
She places great importance on not being called an aunt. Which makes her think of herself as already married and having children, even if she is a teenager. What's more, being the youngest of the family, she always wanted a younger brother or sister and had them call her 'onee-sama'.
Ignoring his aunt's words, Toshiro went straight to the bathroom. He started the water to fill the bucket, and meanwhile, he washed his mouth and face and got ready to freshen up for the day. Looking in the mirror, he reaquiainted himself with his face. A pair of dark eyes, a fair face with a little baby fat, and spiky dark hair that is similar to Obito's.
"Hmm, I'll be a handsome guy in the future."
After cheering himself up, he went to the dining table in the living room. A girl with long brown hair and beautiful facial features wearing a navy blue turtleneck tee-shirt and an apron was walking towards the dining table with a food container in her hands. She is Uchiha Mei, the younger sister of his mother. After the death of his mother a week ago, she took him under her care and has looked after him since then.
The original Toshiro hadn't eaten properly in a long time and was very sad due to the recent loss of his mother. Three days ago, he blamed himself even more, and after he fell asleep that night, he did not wake up as himself. He died of grief, and I took his place, possibly as a result of the emphatic nature of the Uchiha clan that Tobirama mentioned in the manga.
In recent days, Mei has moved into the original owner's house and taken on the responsibility of taking care of Toshiro. In fact, this is also the tradition of the Uchiha family, and every time a child in the clan becomes an orphan, the clan will first arrange for the closest relatives to take care of the child's daily life, teach them some common sense, and instill the clan's values. If there are no close blood relatives, they will be arranged to live with the widowed elders of the clan.
Both of them took their seats at the table. The sight of the miso soup, grilled fish, pickles, steamed rice, and natto on the table made them both quite hungry as soon as they took their seats.
""Ittadakimasu"" saying that both of them picked up their chopsticks at the same time and began to eat with fervor. As time passed, apart from the occasional clash of chopsticks and dishes along with chewing and swallowing of food in the mouth, there was little else to sound in the room.
He remembers that his mother, even with her deteriorating health, did not neglect to teach him proper manners and also those of the Uchiha family's, which is like royalty in the Leaf village and the Land of Fire.
Fortunately, by the time I transmigrated, he had gotten past the stage of learning how to read and write, and there was no difficulty for him to understand as a transmigrator who did not know Japanese. It came instinctively, so there was nothing to relearn, 'phew'.
"I'm done, mei-neechan; I'll go study."
"Hmmm ok. I'll clean up the dishes."
Seeing that he had a good appetite and ate a lot, the girl was also greatly relieved and let him do what he wanted.
The study room is located on the other side of the living room from the master bedroom. The inside is minimally furnished. An enormous square low table occupies the sole central spot in the room, with the exception of a massive bookshelf leaning against the wall. Additionally, the presence of a futon creates the illusion of a light and empty space. The reader can sit on the futon and study using the low table. The table is big enough that it can work as a meeting table between five or six people.
The unbelievable and dazzling nature of this world and my situation were gradually fading away as I went through a normal morning routine until now. But it hit me like a brick with what happened next.
