NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1: CHAPTER 1
On the outskirts of the southeast side of Kirigakure, the Village Hidden in the Mist, lies an expansive cemetery shrouded in mist. Row upon row of tombstones stretch endlessly into the horizon, their somber presence a stark reminder of the lives lost in the harsh shinobi world.
A young boy clad in black stood silently in front of one of the gravestones, his hands holding a bouquet of fresh white lilies. Gently, he knelt down and placed the flowers at the base of the stone. He was , a 14-year-old boy, and today marked the death anniversary of his parents.
had almost no memory of them. They had died shortly after his birth—both falling in battle during a mission. His father, a shinobi from the famed Uchiha clan, had come to Kirigakure as an outsider. As a result, carried the Uchiha bloodline, though he knew little of its legacy.
"Even the blood of the Uchiha can't compare to the power hidden in my mind," he murmured with a faint, enigmatic smile. Rising to his feet, he bowed three times to the gravestone before turning away.
Unbeknownst to most, carried an extraordinary secret—he was not of this world. In his past life, he had lived on an azure planet called Earth. After a fatal traffic accident, he found himself reincarnated into this world of shinobi. Within his mind resided a peculiar phenomenon he called the Pacific Ocean, an unending source of water that granted him unparalleled mastery over Water Style jutsu.
Thanks to this gift, 's talent in Water Style surpassed even the most seasoned Kirigakure shinobi. His techniques consumed less than one percent of the chakra that others expended, and even the most basic Water Style techniques became devastating in his hands, rivaling the power of Forbidden Jutsu. With such abilities, his potential was feared, though he rarely flaunted his power.
After paying his respects, made his way back toward the village. Along the path, he encountered several villagers, many of whom shot him wary or hostile glances. The reason for their animosity was no mystery. Just a week prior, Kirigakure had engaged in a skirmish with Konoha, the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Despite Kirigakure's supposed advantage, the Mist shinobi suffered a crushing defeat, losing over 200 lives, while Konoha emerged with only minor casualties.
The devastating blow had been orchestrated by none other than Uchiha Shisui, a prodigy of the Uchiha clan whose Body Flicker Technique and Sharingan were legendary. With tensions running high, the people of Kirigakure had turned their frustration and hatred toward anything bearing the Uchiha name. For , who carried Uchiha blood, this meant being ostracized by his own village.
"?" someone muttered, only to quickly turn away as if avoiding a curse.
sighed inwardly, his steps quickening as he ignored the daggers in their gazes. "I didn't even do anything," he thought, exasperated. "Why is everyone acting like I'm responsible?"
As a reincarnated soul, understood the danger of standing out too soon. The shinobi world was unforgiving, and he knew the importance of biding his time. "Gou first, glory later," he thought, following the ancient wisdom of patience and preparation.
After ten minutes, reached the small courtyard he called home. Stepping inside, he was met by a girl who had been waiting for him.
She had fair skin, striking emerald eyes, and crimson lips that contrasted sharply against her dark hair. Though young, her appearance hinted at the beauty she would grow into. Her arms crossed, she fixed with an angry glare.
"You're running around when things are so dangerous out there!" she scolded, her tone sharp but laced with concern. "Honestly, my stupid brother!"
raised an eyebrow, speechless at her outburst.
This version includes established Naruto elements, like the Uchiha clan and Shisui, and adds depth while keeping the flow consistent with the original story's intent. Let me know if you'd like further adjustments!
Here's the rewritten version with enhanced integration of specific Naruto details:
cast a sidelong glance at the girl, his expression somewhere between disbelief and amusement. "What's with that attitude? Are you trying to learn from Uchiha Itachi now? Acting all serious and mysterious?"
The girl scowled, placing her hands on her hips. Her striking emerald eyes glinted with irritation as she shot back, "What kind of look is that?! I'm here to warn you, not entertain you!"
Straightening up, she continued with a sharp edge in her voice. "Don't go out these days. The villagers are furious, and with how much they hate the Uchiha right now, they'd tear you apart if they saw you. Even if you yell, 'Hey, my cousin is the great Terumi Mei!' no one's going to care."
, as calm as ever, sat down at the table. He reached for a teapot, pouring himself a cup of steaming tea. Taking a slow sip, he let out a satisfied hum. "Hmm, not bad. The tea's good today."
Terumi Mei's temper flared, her patience wearing thin. "!" she snapped, her voice rising. "Do you even understand how serious this is?! This isn't some game!"
merely raised an eyebrow, still unbothered by her outburst. His mother, now long deceased, had been Terumi Mei's aunt, making them first cousins. His maternal family, the Citrus clan, was a prominent and influential bloodline in Kirigakure. Even so, their connection offered little protection these days, especially with the growing hostility toward the Uchiha.
Terumi Mei leaned forward, her tone becoming more grave. "The Citrus family," she said, hoping to get through to him. "You've heard of it, right?"
"Obviously," replied lazily. "Lord Yagura, the Fourth Mizukage, comes from the same family. Everyone knows that."
Terumi Mei's expression darkened. "Exactly. And his son just died in battle—killed by Uchiha shinobi."
froze mid-sip, blinking in surprise. "Wait, wait, wait—Yagura has a son?!" His mind conjured up an image of the Fourth Mizukage's eternally youthful, baby-faced appearance. "The guy looks like he's twelve! How in the world does he have a kid?"
"YOU IDIOT!" Terumi Mei exploded, her voice echoing through the room. "How does your brain always focus on the most useless details?!"
shrugged, unperturbed. "What's done is done. Whether I hide or walk around, misfortune won't just disappear because I'm avoiding it. Life's about facing things one day at a time."
Beneath his composed demeanor, however, there was a glint of cold determination in 's eyes. He had spent years keeping a low profile, knowing full well how dangerous the shinobi world could be. But if anyone dared to push him too far, wouldn't hesitate to unleash the power of the Pacific Ocean—his boundless reservoir of water chakra that granted him unparalleled mastery over Water Style jutsu.
Terumi Mei wasn't convinced. She glared at him, her frustration palpable. "You're impossible!" she muttered. Then, with a sudden burst of resolve, she marched over and grabbed 's wrist.
"You're coming with me," she declared. "You'll stay at my house until this blows over. At least there, no one will dare to mess with you."
blinked, caught off guard by her determination, but she was already dragging him out of the room.
"Terumi Mei, you're being a bit dramatic—"
"Shut up, you idiot!"
And with that, found himself being forcibly escorted to his cousin's home, her iron will leaving him no room for protest.