Naruto: Did i Just Get Reincarnated as Gojo?

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"And you, Uzumaki Reina?" Gojo Kaigetsu asked.

"I—want to be a medical-nin!" Reina declared, her fists clenched, her gaze firm. Unlike her father, she was decisive.

'Excellent.' Gojo Kaigetsu's eyes lit up. Uzumaki were naturally suited for medical ninjutsu.

"Good. You'll start at Konoha Hospital tomorrow as a trainee. I'll have the director assign you the best instructors."

With that settled, the nine Uzumaki survivors were—processed.

One—undecided, two medical-nin, five ordinary ninja, one aspiring scientist. Gojo Kaigetsu was confident that anyone with Uzumaki blood would excel, regardless of their chosen path.

"Now, for your Konoha residency health checks. A small blood sample — 400ml — will be sent to the lab for analysis. We'll repeat this every—two months, for a year."

"There was an incident where a foreign ninja, infected with a slow-acting virus, infiltrated Konoha. It took a year to manifest, causing significant—damage. To prevent this, all long-term residents undergo these checks." He was, of course, lying.

Ordinary people had blood drawn every six months. Ninja, every three. Uzumaki, thanks to their vitality, could donate monthly without issue.

But for—public relations, he'd set the interval at two months.

And after a year—when the Uzumaki population boomed, and their debt of gratitude was—secured—he could take as much blood as he wanted.

Gojo Kaigetsu produced nine vials from his storage scroll and summoned an Anbu operative. "Handle this."

The Uzumaki, grateful for Konoha's—thoroughness, readily complied, unaware of their new role as—walking blood banks. They saw it as a sign of Gojo Kaigetsu's concern, of his benevolence.

The vials filled with dark red blood, a—tempting sight.

Gojo Kaigetsu stored them in his scroll. He'd give some to Orochimaru, the rest to Tsunade for—processing.

"That's all for now. Enjoy your new lives in Konoha. If you need anything, come to the Hokage Tower. Just mention my name."

With that, he and Fugaku Uchiha, along with Mikoto, left the Uzumaki compound.

"Father—what do you think of Konoha?" Reina asked.

"It's—wonderful," Shūkan replied, his voice filled with awe. He looked at his family, his demeanor now that of a Clan Head.

"We've chosen to trust Konoha. So—let's embrace it fully. Advisor Gojo has shown us kindness. We'll repay it with loyalty. This is our new home. Forget Uzushiogakure. We are—the Konoha Uzumaki."

"Those of you who want to be ninja, the advisor has promised to provide the best training. You might even receive your headbands tomorrow and be sent to—Konoha University in Otogakure. Don't disappoint us! And you, Shanks, stop slacking! Train hard!"

"Reina, Asami! You've chosen to be medical-nin. Study diligently. Medical ninjutsu is—difficult. Even in Uzushiogakure's prime, medical-nin were rare…"

"Master your skills, and serve the Gojo clan!"

"Repay this kindness!"

Shūkan understood his clan. They were talented, but they'd lacked the resources, the opportunity, to develop their skills.

...

Here, in Konoha, with proper training—they could rival even the Uchiha and Hyuga.

But they were still—outsiders. To truly thrive, they needed powerful allies. And Gojo Kaigetsu—he was their best option.

This was Shūkan's wisdom, honed over forty-four years.

Choose your allies quickly. Pledge your loyalty early.

Only by aligning with the powerful could the Uzumaki regain their—prestige. If only—if only someone had helped them when Uzushiogakure fell…

Shūkan clenched his fists, his gaze hardening with resolve.

"The Uzumaki need—a protector. And we need to—rebuild. Bring more of our clan to Konoha."

"If Advisor Gojo wants blood, he'll have it. If he wants marriage alliances—he'll have those too."

…

…

"Orochimaru-sensei, long time no see. Are you—alright?"

Gojo Kaigetsu was startled by Orochimaru's appearance. Dark circles under his eyes, a persistent cough, blood staining his palms—he looked like he was on death's door.

He felt—a twinge of guilt.

Seven reports lay on the lab table:

[Sharingan Experiment: Uchiha Obito's transplanted Sharingan shows increased activity. It has evolved from a single tomoe to two and is still progressing.]

[Wood Release Implantation: Significant progress! Root operative, codenamed "Alpha," has activated and enhanced Wood Release chakra.]

[Mangekyō Sharingan Analysis: Failure. Investigating the cause.]

[Edo Tensei Refinement: Merged with White Zetsu Cell Research. Progressing. Using White Zetsu cells as—vessels has significantly improved the Edo Tensei's effectiveness, stability, and control. Limited to Jonin-level targets. Still unable to fully replicate Kage-level power. Refining.]

[Project Ark: On hold.]

[Deadpool Augmentation: Version 1.1. Increased poison resistance. Reduced recovery time.]

[Tenseigan Project: Over a thousand Byakugan have been refined and fused, resulting in a significant increase in chakra, but it lacks the crucial—Ōtsutsuki element. Unable to evolve. Combining Senju, Uzumaki, Hyuga, Uchiha, and Kaguya chakra has yielded no results. Investigating potential causes.]

Gojo Kaigetsu, despite having received the prosperity notifications, was still impressed by Orochimaru's progress.

Obito had become a—Sharingan incubator. Though the artificially evolved Sharingan was weaker than a naturally awakened one, and the process was slow, it was a stable source.

And until Obito's—spirit broke, they'd have a steady supply of Sharingan.

Quantity over quality. Imagine—a hundred Uchiha with three-tomoe Sharingan. They'd be unstoppable.

The Wood Release experiment was a success? He'd known about Yamato, but it seemed his Wood Release had been—enhanced.

The Mangekyō Sharingan analysis—well, that was expected. Unlocking the secrets of its unique abilities wasn't going to be easy.

He was most interested in the Edo Tensei and the Tenseigan.

Orochimaru's Edo Tensei was practically on par with Kabuto's later version, using White Zetsu clones as vessels. Unfortunately, it still couldn't replicate Kage-level power. And due to Konoha's cremation policy, most corpses were—unavailable. Only Hashirama and Tobirama, thanks to their Senju bloodline, were—sufficiently preserved.

And the Tenseigan…

He glanced towards a sealed container, bathed in a brilliant white light, its chakra practically radiating through the lab's walls.

Orochimaru had done it!

A near-perfect Tenseigan, its chakra reserves immense.

But it lacked—the final, crucial element.

"Even with the combined chakra of all the Ōtsutsuki descendants, we can't—synthesize Ōtsutsuki chakra?"

He struggled to recall the Tenseigan's creation process.

The Tenseigan—Konoha's ultimate weapon.

"Ōtsutsuki—Ōtsutsuki…" Toneri's Tenseigan, it seemed, had followed a similar path. Accumulating Byakugan, then using Ōtsutsuki chakra as the catalyst.

Unlike Toneri's, which possessed quality but lacked quantity…

"Has the Tenseigan on the moon—already been created?" Though he had no proof, perhaps there could only be one Tenseigan at a time.

Like the Rinnegan. Even Sasuke's Rinnegan had been a gift from the Sage of Six Paths.

"If the diluted Ōtsutsuki bloodlines aren't enough—we'll have to use—the pure ones."

And who, in the current ninja world, aside from a certain—monk, possessed the purest Ōtsutsuki bloodline?

"Naruto and Sasuke." The reincarnations of Ashura and Indra.

If even that failed, he'd have to consider—taking Nagato's Rinnegan and resurrecting Madara and Hashirama. Or perhaps—find that—Isshiki fellow.

"Another failure."

Orochimaru stepped away from the operating table, his voice laced with frustration. He glanced at Gojo Kaigetsu. "What are you doing here?"

"Just bringing you a—gift, Orochimaru-sensei. Freshly extracted Uzumaki blood. One vial for energy, two vials…"

Orochimaru's eyes widened slightly. Minato and Fugaku wouldn't let him—experiment on their wives. This meant—Uzumaki survivors had arrived in Konoha?

"Keep it for Tsunade. Uzumaki blood is—useful for medicinal purposes, but it's—no longer of much interest to me." Years of experimentation had taken their toll on his body.

"This vessel is failing. I've created a new one, using White Zetsu cells and—Wood Release. I'll transfer my consciousness soon."

Gojo Kaigetsu nodded. He produced Kakuzu's body from his scroll.

"And what's this?" Orochimaru frowned. He'd just finished Gojo Kaigetsu's—assignments. More work?

"He possessed a—unique jutsu. By replacing his heart, he could achieve—a form of immortality and acquire the chakra natures of—his—donors. I thought—you might be interested."

Orochimaru's eyes lit up. "Immortality through heart transplants? Intriguing. But what about the rest of the body?"

"That's for you to discover, Orochimaru-sensei. It's called the Earth Grudge Fear. Share your research with me. And—don't—release him yet. I have—plans for him."

Orochimaru, without hesitation, summoned a White Zetsu clone and placed it beside Kakuzu's corpse. He formed hand seals.

"Secret Technique: Impure World Reincarnation!"

The earth surged, consuming Kakuzu's body. A decaying coffin emerged.

The lid fell open, revealing Kakuzu's cracked face. Covered in stitches in life, now—cracked in death.

"Should I—restore his consciousness?"

"Of course. How else will we—extract his secrets?"

Orochimaru formed more hand seals, and Kakuzu's vacant eyes flickered to life.

"I'm—alive? No—I'm dead. This body—it's—different." Though conscious, his body was under Orochimaru's control.

Even if a Chunin stole his money, he'd be powerless to stop them.

"G-Gojo Kaigetsu! Orochimaru! And—Tobi?!" He recognized the figure strapped to the operating table. Wasn't he—dead?

The Akatsuki's combat unit—three out of four, reunited in this—laboratory. Only Sasori remained in Amegakure.

"This is—the Edo Tensei, isn't it? Why—have you brought me back?"

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