Chapter 4: Three Years of Preparation POV: MC
I had soon come to realize that this was not the world of “Naruto” that I knew of. In fact, the only reason I knew that this was the world of Naruto was when I happened to see a spinning red wheel in my new Father and eldest brother’s eyes. Sharingan.
At that moment, it hit me. My life had forever changed. I was in Naruto right now, with a family of possibly parricidal psychopaths. As an orphan in my previous life, my only family member was my sister. Here I had a mother, a father, and two elder brothers.
I spent the first year of my life quietly watching. Observing things from my cradle. One of the very first things I noted was my father’s name. Indra Otsutsuki. Occasionally, while my father was out, huge explosions could be heard in the distance. My father meeting up with his dearest brother, I suppose.
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The middle brother, I think his name was Akio? Anyway, he had recently started staying outside for far longer. I had hardly ever seen my eldest brother and father, and now, the few times I saw my siblings, they were covered in dust and bruises.
By the time I was two, my eldest brother went out to watch my father fight as well. I was still unable to leave my room other than during meal times and my father’s lectures on power. While they were both out, I was able to maneuver myself up to the window to watch the backyard. There, my brother was forming hand signs with incredible speed. As I watched, he blew a fireball as big as a car.
Wait. How was I able to see this? There was a distance of at least 40 feet between the window and the training grounds. In my old life, I wouldn’t have been able to see anything that he was doing. Additionally, his hands should have been a blur, while, here, with my baby eyes, I was able to make out hand signs.
I guess the Uchiha eyesight remains overpowered even without the sharingan.
As I continued to watch Akio, I saw him wear himself out by repeating what looked like taxing jutsu. Even after he collapsed in exhaustion, he pulled himself up and started punching a couple of logs I hadn’t seen before.
He repeated this cycle of physical and chakra exhaustion over and over again. For god’s sake, he looked like an 8 year old! Will I have to do this in a couple of years? I knew the answer was yes, given who my father is, given what my surname was.
At three, I was to begin training. Finally, after all these years spent stuck inside this house, I could use the power I so clearly felt within me.