Alas~ What the hell! I waited a whole week for this ten-minute plot?! And now—right when it's getting good—you throw an ad in my face? These damn shameless companies will be the death of me!
In a dim, cramped room cluttered with garbage, empty ramen cups, crumpled bread wrappers, cigarette butts, and scattered water bottles, a strange sour-and-burnt smell clung to the air. The only source of light was the faint glow of a computer monitor flickering on a desk in the corner. On-screen played Naruto Shippuden, the iconic Japanese anime known for its passionate battles and deep lore.
Sitting shirtless in front of the screen, a young man—likely in his early twenties—gritted his teeth and cursed the intrusive commercial. His name was Ye Chen. With a thin build, short black hair brittle as dried reeds, and pale skin marked by insomnia and isolation, Ye Chen looked like someone whose world had long since crumbled.
Once a top student with a promising future and a loving family, his life was derailed by tragedy. A car accident stole his parents away in an instant. Orphaned and emotionally scarred, he retreated from the world. The driver, to his credit, offered a generous compensation out of guilt—but no money could fill the void left behind.
Since then, Ye Chen had stopped attending school. He shut himself in his room, living on instant food, browsing the internet, playing games, and watching anime. He didn't need to work—the insurance and compensation would support him for years. And at this moment, the anime on his screen—Naruto, particularly the war arc—was his only comfort.
"Let's go, Night Guy! Damn, even Madara in his Sage of Six Paths form can't touch him. But Guy-sensei can't hold this form long… burning away his life just for a shot at victory. That's pure madness, man," Ye Chen muttered, eyes locked on the screen. "This power… it's beyond comprehension. Who wouldn't want strength like that?"
As if responding to his thoughts, a voice echoed in his mind—calm, chilling, and strange:
"Do you seek power? The kind that defies fate? That lets you control everything?"
Startled, Ye Chen snapped, "Of course! Who wouldn't?!"
"Then… as you wish."
Ye Chen froze. Who just spoke? He was alone. His room was silent—aside from the soft hum of his computer. Cold sweat trickled down his back. Was he hallucinating? "Who's there?!" he shouted, standing abruptly. "Show yourself!"
Suddenly, his vision blurred. Darkness surged into the corners of his eyes. And then—
—nothing.
A few days later, a news broadcast reported the death of a young man found in his apartment. Experts claimed the cause was prolonged internet use and exhaustion. Parents were once again warned about the dangers of excessive screen time.
Far away, in another world, the Land of Fire was entering a quiet, significant moment.
The Uchiha Clan, renowned for their kekkei genkai—the Sharingan, one of the Three Great Dōjutsu—had long been rivals of the Senju Clan. Years ago, the legendary leaders of both clans, Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama, set aside their feud to co-found Konohagakure, the Hidden Leaf Village. Since then, the Uchiha had remained one of the most powerful and politically influential clans in the village. Most members specialized in fire-style jutsu, such as Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu and Phoenix Sage Fire Technique. The Sharingan allowed users to read enemy movements, copy ninjutsu, and awaken powerful eye techniques.
The clan's compound was bustling. Excitement buzzed through the air. The reason? Mikoto Uchiha, the wife of the Uchiha patriarch, was about to give birth.
"Patriarch-sama, no need to worry too much. Lady Mikoto will be fine," an elderly clan member assured a composed yet visibly tense man standing nearby.
That man was Uchiha Fugaku, head of the Uchiha Clan and a respected jōnin known for his discipline and strength. Though his expression remained calm, his clenched fists betrayed his anxiety.
Just then, a young boy—no older than five—ran through the compound gates. His presence caused the crowd to part instinctively.
"Itachi," Fugaku said, eyes softening. "Done with your lessons?"
"Yes, Father," replied Uchiha Itachi, his voice calm but laced with concern. "How's Mother?"
"She'll be alright," Fugaku reassured him, resting a hand on Itachi's small shoulder. "You're about to become a big brother."
"Really? A brother?" Itachi's eyes lit up with hope.
A piercing cry rang out from inside the house.
Everyone turned. A few moments later, a medical-nin exited with a wide smile. "She's delivered safely, Patriarch-sama. Congratulations—Lady Mikoto has given birth!"
Fugaku didn't reply at once. He simply nodded and strode past the crowd, with Itachi close behind.
"How is she? And the baby?" he asked.
"Both are healthy," the medic said with a bow. "Though Mikoto-sama is still weak, the delivery went smoothly. Also… there's one more thing."
"What is it?"
"She gave birth to twins. Two sons."
Fugaku blinked in surprise. "Twins?"
The medic nodded.
"Thank you. Truly."
"No thanks needed—it is our honor, Patriarch."
"Father, can I see them?" Itachi asked eagerly.
Fugaku turned to the medic. "Is it alright?"
"It should be fine, but please don't let Mikoto-sama exert herself."
"Go on," Fugaku said gently.
Inside the room, Mikoto Uchiha lay pale but smiling on the futon, her long dark hair spread around her like a halo. A medic gently placed two swaddled infants beside her.
"They're perfect," she whispered, reaching toward the quieter of the two. One child lay still, eyes fluttering shut, while the other cried with startling vigor.
"My sons… my beautiful boys," Mikoto whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks. "No matter what, I'll protect you."
The two babies, though identical in appearance, seemed to radiate different auras—one of silent resolve, the other of fierce energy.
And just like that… Ye Chen's journey in the world of Naruto had begun.
What's wrong with me? Why can't I open my eyes? Ye Chen, who had just regained consciousness, was deeply confused. He quickly noticed a crushing fatigue—his body felt too weak to even lift a finger.
Huh? Someone's speaking… but I can't understand a word of it. Where… where am I? Panic flared in Ye Chen's mind as fragments of memory returned. Wait, I was in my room, watching Naruto… and then something strange happened. A voice… a whisper… then blackness. Could I have died? Did a ghost get me? Is this the underworld?
Terror gripped him.
Summoning every ounce of strength, Ye Chen finally forced his eyes open. The first thing he saw made his blood run cold: a massive, pale hand was reaching down toward him.
What the hell?! What do you want?! he tried to scream, but all that came out was a helpless "Waaaah!"
The large hand, however, did not harm him. Instead, it gently stroked his head with warmth and care.
Wait… my voice? Ye Chen glanced down at his own outstretched arm—and froze.
This is… my hand? Why is it so small? Like… a baby's?
Realization struck like a bolt of lightning.
I've become a baby?! What the hell? I didn't go to the underworld… I reincarnated?!
His thoughts spiraled with both fear and exhilaration. Damn, did I just transmigrate? That ghost didn't kill me… it sent me somewhere else!
Still unsure whether this was a dream or reality, Ye Chen turned his head toward the warm voice. A beautiful, gentle woman was smiling down at him, speaking in a language he couldn't quite understand—though it sounded oddly familiar.
Is this… my mother? She's speaking Japanese. No, wait… this accent, the setting—this isn't just Japan.
His heart skipped.
Could I be… in the Naruto world?
Before he could process the implications, a young voice called out: "Mother!"
A child entered the room—black eyes, black hair, an air of calm intelligence that belied his youth.
"Itachi, come here," the woman said, smiling softly. "Come meet your baby brothers. Aren't they adorable?"
"Yes, Mother." Uchiha Itachi—only five years old—walked over with awe in his eyes.
"Haha… Itachi, you're a big brother now," the woman said gently, patting his head. "From now on, you must protect your younger brothers, alright?"
Big brother? Itachi looked at the two identical babies lying beside his mother. So… this is what it feels like to have younger siblings. His tiny fists clenched with quiet resolve.
I'll protect you. No matter what.
The door slid open again as a composed man with a stern aura entered. Uchiha Fugaku, the current clan head, gazed toward the bed.
"Mikoto, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Fugaku," she said with a tired smile. "Come meet your sons."
The room's medical-nin bowed as the clan head entered. "Patriarch."
"Thank you for your efforts," Fugaku responded curtly.
"You honor us," the lead medic replied before excusing herself.
Fugaku approached the bed, his stern gaze softening as he looked at his wife and children. "They're… beautiful."
"I'm happy," Mikoto said, her voice full of warmth.
"The one crying his lungs out—so lively," Fugaku remarked, chuckling softly. But his brows furrowed when he looked at Ye Chen, now reincarnated in the quiet baby beside Sasuke. "This one's too quiet. Doesn't cry or fuss at all. That's… odd."
"Nonsense," Mikoto lightly scolded, amused. "How can you say that about your own child?"
"Let's name them," she added, her eyes glowing with affection. "The louder one—let's name him Sasuke. Uchiha Sasuke. And this little quiet one… Chen. Uchiha Chen."
"Sasuke and Chen," Fugaku repeated thoughtfully. "Sounds good."
Itachi leaned in closer, whispering in his heart: Sasuke, Chen… I'll protect you. Always.
Just then, a clan member arrived at the door. "Patriarch, the Third Hokage has arrived."
"Hiruzen?" Fugaku's expression shifted. "I'll be there shortly."
"He must've come to congratulate us. Go on," Mikoto encouraged.
Soon after, word spread throughout Konoha: the Uchiha clan had welcomed twin sons from the head family. Representatives from nearly every clan in the village came to offer their congratulations—Hyuga, Nara, Akimichi, Yamanaka—even some lesser-known jonin and chunin. Though tensions simmered beneath the surface, on the surface, the Uchiha were still considered Konoha's most powerful and influential clan.
Meanwhile, deep beneath the village in a shadowy chamber, a different conversation was taking place. A group of masked ANBU knelt before a man cloaked in darkness and power.
Dressed in traditional robes and exuding an ominous calm, Shimura Danzo sat behind a desk, flipping through a report.
"Uchiha twins, hmm?" he muttered. "Let them enjoy this peace while it lasts. You may leave."
"Yes, Danzo-sama!" The ANBU vanished with a shunshin.
Danzo leaned back in his chair. "The Sharingan… no matter what, I will obtain it."
Back in the Uchiha compound, celebrations continued. The arrival of the twin sons was hailed as a sign of fortune—especially given that their older brother Itachi was already a prodigy recognized by the village.
Itachi's brilliance had already earned him praise from Third Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi and admiration from clan elders. In the eyes of many, this new generation of Uchiha children could only promise more greatness. The Uchiha clan stood proud, brimming with arrogance and confidence.
But all of that would change.
Three months after Uchiha Chen and Uchiha Sasuke were born, disaster struck the Hidden Leaf Village.
The Nine-Tails—sealed years earlier by Kushina Uzumaki—was suddenly unleashed. No one knew how or why. The village burned. Countless shinobi died trying to fend off the beast.
In the end, it was the Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze, who sacrificed his life to seal the Kyuubi once more—this time into his newborn son, Naruto Uzumaki.
With no successor in place, the aging Hiruzen Sarutobi was forced out of retirement to resume the role of Hokage.
The aftermath left Konoha battered but not broken. Rebuilding efforts began immediately. The civilians mourned, but soon found a scapegoat in the innocent Naruto, whispering behind closed doors, even as Hiruzen enforced a gag order to protect him.
As the village slowly healed, the Uchiha twins—once the center of attention—faded into the background.
Six quiet years passed.
But the shadows over Konoha had only begun to stir…