Naruto:Thunder Cultivation As An Uchiha

The stillness of the training ground was interrupted only by the distant sound of kunai striking targets and the faint murmur of voices. Uchiha Hirito—or rather, Baek Seungwoo—stood motionless, his gaze fixed on the grass beneath his feet as a torrent of memories flooded his mind.

The headache hit me like a thunderclap, sharp and unforgiving. My vision blurred, and my knees threatened to buckle. Images flashed before my eyes, too rapid to grasp but vivid enough to leave their mark. Faces, names, places—all foreign yet oddly familiar—flooded my consciousness.

Hirito. My name is Uchiha Hirito.

The realization hit like a blade piercing my chest. The memories weren't mine, yet they felt real. Konoha Village. A place founded by the ancestors of this body, the Uchiha and Senju clans, to bring peace to the warring lands. The name resonated deeply, almost reverently, as though etched into my very being.

Hirito's life unraveled before me in fragmented pieces: years of training in the academy, his pride as an Uchiha, and his dream of proving himself in a world dominated by power. Just yesterday, he had graduated, earning the rank of genin. Celebration had followed—his family proud, his peers congratulatory. Now, on this new morning, he stood in the training ground, at a crossroads.

Two paths lay before him: join the Uchiha Police Force, the clan's symbol of authority, or take a genin assignment under the guidance of a jonin. His mind had wrestled with this decision until the very moment I—Baek Seungwoo—awoke in his place.

The memories faded, leaving a dull ache behind. My breaths came hard and fast as I steadied myself against a wooden post.

As the pounding in his head subsided, Hirito—or Seungwoo, as he thought of himself—opened his eyes and took in his surroundings again. The training ground, once strange and unfamiliar, now felt... significant. He knew what it was. He understood its purpose.

And more importantly, he understood what he had become.

The boy ran a hand through his jet-black hair, his fingers trembling slightly as he processed the enormity of it all. He wasn't in Murim anymore. The power here was different—chakra, a force both physical and spiritual, flowed through this body. Though foreign, it held an allure, a potential he could scarcely fathom.

I clenched my fists, testing the strength of this body. It was smaller, less developed than my original one, but the energy coursing through it made me feel alive in a way I hadn't felt since... since before the Heavenly Demon.

Chakra.

I could sense it, faint but present. The memories of this body told me it could be harnessed, molded into techniques and power far beyond anything Murim had ever achieved. Fire, lightning, illusions—all tools I could wield to make this world bend to my will.

This village... this Konoha... My lips curled into a faint smirk. It was built by my ancestors. It is only fitting that I rule it someday.

The thought settled in my mind like a seed taking root. I had no desire to simply exist in this world. If I could grow stronger, I could reshape it, mold it into something worthy of my vision. Just as my father had once led the Murim Alliance, I would lead this village.

But first, I needed to grow stronger. Much stronger.

Lost in his thoughts, Hirito didn't notice the footsteps approaching until a voice called out to him.

"Hirito, what are you doing?"

He turned sharply, startled. Standing a few feet away was a boy around his age, his dark eyes filled with concern. The boy's face was familiar—one of the many faces from the memories now imprinted in Hirito's mind. A clan brother, someone close, though the specifics eluded him for a moment.

"You've been standing there for nearly thirty minutes," the boy continued, his tone a mixture of worry and curiosity. "Are you feeling okay?"

Hirito blinked, realizing how strange he must have looked. He'd been rooted to the same spot, unmoving, lost in thought. For someone who had just awoken in a new world, time had slipped away unnoticed.

"I'm fine," Hirito said, his voice steady despite the storm within him. "Just... thinking."

The boy raised an eyebrow. "Thinking about what? You looked like you were somewhere else entirely."

Hirito hesitated. How could I explain something I barely understood myself?

"About what comes next," he said finally, meeting the boy's gaze. It wasn't a lie. The crossroads he faced—police force or genin team—loomed large in his mind. But deeper than that, he was thinking about how to navigate this world, how to master its systems and claim his place at the top.

The boy's expression softened. "That makes sense. I mean, graduating is a big deal. But don't overthink it. You're an Uchiha—we're born to succeed."

Hirito nodded, forcing a small smile. "You're right. Thanks."

The boy clapped him on the shoulder, his worry fading. "Well, don't stay out here too long. We've got clan practice later, and you don't want to miss it."

"I'll be there," Hirito replied, watching as the boy walked away.

End of the Chapter