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The woman smiled through the pain, her grip tightening on the blanket beneath her. One final cry, and then—
The silence broke with the sound of a newborn's first breath.
The mother reached forward with trembling hands, tears in her eyes. "Give him to me," she whispered. When they did, she cradled him with a gentleness that could soothe fire. "My precious little one…"
The baby was looking around as if trying to find something.
Butsuma Senju entered.
A tall man of coarse presence and sharper instincts, his mere presence commanded silence. His armor was worn, his katana still bloodstained. But beneath the steel, there was a fire in his gaze that flickered when he looked at the woman holding his son.
"Hiroshi. His name will be Hiroshi Senju." Said loudly
The name echoed through the room with weight and finality.
"A wise name," the mother whispered. "May he grow into it with peace."
But the man shook his head. "There will be no peace—not in his time. But he'll survive. I can tell. He's got a fire."
Inside the Liam's mind
It worked.
Liam's mind reeled. His body was tiny, fragile, weak—but his consciousness burned like a furnace, too large for the vessel it was forced into. Thoughts raced through him—memories of a void, of a god in a child's body, of Asher, of dying. Again.
Senju… he remembered. This was what I chose. Power. Regeneration. Talent. I've hope Asher was born in loving family.
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A Week Later – Uchiha Compound
Asher's POV
It had only been a week since my rebirth, but already I found myself wrestling with limits I had long forgotten—mainly, the curse of a baby's body. Staying awake for more than four hours at a time was becoming increasingly difficult. My mind, sharp as ever, roamed with plans, calculations, and power scaling, but my body… my body simply wanted to sleep, cry, and soil itself.
I sighed—well, internally. My tiny lungs weren't capable of dramatic sighs yet.
I turned my head slowly to the side, where I saw her. My mother. Miyako Uchiha.
Her face was pale from labor, but peaceful in sleep. There was a gentleness to her features, something that anime panels and flashy fights never captured. In the anime, they were characters. Archetypes. But here… she was real. She had a scent. A heartbeat. A soul.
I had seen her as a name once, maybe a throwaway ancestor mentioned in a clan chart. But now, she was the first person to ever look at me with unconditional love.
I raised a chubby, uncoordinated hand and placed it against her cheek. Her skin was warm. My tiny fingers barely reached the curve of her face, but the moment our skin touched, her lips curled into a soft smile in her sleep.
"This is real," I thought, a warmth rising inside me. Not chakra. Just… warmth.
A dangerous warmth.
Can I love them? I asked myself. Truly? As people, not characters?
I didn't know yet. But the way Miyako smiled… maybe, just maybe, I could learn.
But I didn't have the luxury of time. This was the Warring States Era—death came fast and often. I needed power, and I needed it now. The Senju and Uchiha clashed almost daily in blood-soaked battles. Children younger than ten were expected to kill. I couldn't afford to be a baby for long.
Closing my eyes, I reached inward. I knew what I wanted.
Kakuritsugan. Saigengan. The twin ocular powers I had chosen. Calculated, efficient, versatile. One to see probability—the other to adapt, react, and perfect.
I focused, pouring my chakra toward my optic nerves. It was crude, unrefined, but chakra was still chakra.
Come on… just a flicker…
Instead of mystical eyes awakening… a traitorous sound echoed from my lower body.
Fffffrrrt.
My entire face flushed.
"I… farted?" I blinked, stunned.
I, who sought to stand at the peak of this world, farted while trying to awaken a Kekkei Genkai. Truly, this world is humbling.
My mother stirred beside me, blinking sleepily. Our eyes met for a brief moment of silence.
Then—"Ara~ra," she said, her voice warm and teasing. "You soiled yourself, didn't you?"
Before I could even pretend innocence, she was already calling for the midwife.
I wailed dramatically. A distraction. A tactic. Nothing more.
She laughed and held me close.
After being cleaned, redressed, and lulled by a lullaby that felt oddly nostalgic, I curled into her arms again.
Next time, I vowed, already drifting into sleep, I'll make progress. Fewer farts. More power.
Senju Compound –
Liam's POV
Target locked. I narrowed my eyes like a soldier behind enemy lines.
I was crawling. Tactical maneuver: "Operation Cradle Escape."
Masaki-sama, my mother in this life, called out from behind. "Hiroshi, wait!"
I didn't wait. That's how they got you. Delays. Hesitation.
A midwife tried to block my path. "Masaki-sama, he's going that way!"
I giggled, a sound that betrayed none of my true thoughts, and launched forward with a sudden lurch. I squeezed through her legs with a baby's flexibility and shot past like a feral gremlin.
Eventually, I slowed. My tiny arms ached. My knees wobbled. I collapsed on the tatami mat floor, panting.
This body is powerful, but not yet battle-ready.
I heard footsteps. My mother scooped me up effortlessly and placed me back in my cradle. "Where does he get this energy from?" she muttered. "Even Hashirama wasn't this wild."
I smirked inwardly. That's right. I'm not your average prodigy. I'm me.
As she hummed a lullaby, I closed my eyes—not to sleep, but to assess.
Elemental affinity. Sealing. Instant regeneration. Tailed-beast level chakra. That's what I requested.
But I needed data.
I scanned the cradle for anything sharp and found the corner of a carved wooden rail. Not dangerously sharp, but enough. I scraped my finger against it. A crimson bead of blood bloomed instantly.
I didn't cry. I watched.
Seconds ticked by. The wound knit itself closed at a visible pace. Within five minutes, not even a scar remained.
"Okay…" I thought. "That works. But it took effort."
I felt drained. My chakra reserves—still high for a baby—weren't enough to fully sustain the regeneration costlessly. My tail beast-level reserves were there, latent, locked away. A high-end Chūnin's chakra pool was all I could access right now.
Training is a must. The faster I learn to pull from the deeper well, the faster I dominate this world.
I yawned. Not from boredom. From chakra depletion.
Still, a smile lingered on my lips.
This world was ripe with opportunity. And somewhere, out there, Asher was alive. I could feel it. Like a twin string still vibrating, just beyond the reach of hearing.
I didn't know where he was, or if he remembered.
But I'd find him.
And we'd change the world together.
High end Realm
High above the world, in a place where mortals couldn't breathe or dream, a throne floated in the stars.
Upon it sat a boy—eleven years old, give or take, with eyes that shimmered with galaxies.
He leaned on one hand, grinning.
"They're doing so well."
He conjured a viewing mirror. On one side, Asher drooling in his sleep, muttering something about probability matrices. On the other, Liam babbling excitedly, already attempting chakra control before his second birthday.
"Ah, the twins," he sighed with amusement. "Both alive. Both powerful. Both completely unaware that they were sent to rival clans."
He laughed quietly.
"Will they become enemies before brothers? Will they meet as soldiers, or legends? Ahh, the suspense is delicious."
He waved a hand. Three glowing orbs floated nearby—remnants of past entertainment.
"Yoriichi. Roger. Saitama. Good shows, but too predictable. These two, though? The twins are different."
He leaned back into his throne, content.
"I'll give them time. Let them grow. Then… let the real story begin."
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