Battlefield and war beyond the universe

[Auto Training System.]

[Chakra Control- Level 10 ==> 24]

[Godly chakra refinement- Level 2 ==> 3]

[Mesmerizing Flute art- Level 4 ==> 10]

[Sage Body- Level 1 ==> 3]

[Sharingan- Level 1 ==> 3]

[kunai shuriken jutsu- Level 20]

[Taijutsu- Level 18]

[Nature's Echo - Level 1]

[ADD SKILLS]

Two years passed by while training and these are the results.

His skills have improved exponentially and new skills were also added, after his [Sage Body] upgraded to level 3 a new skill was unlocked.

[Nature's Echo] With this skill Haru can have communication with trees. He can also use wood style but so far he has not yet started learning ninjutsu.

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In the early morning light, Fugaku gathered his two sons, Itachi and Haru, for a solemn conversation. The impending end of the war hung heavily in the air, and he felt compelled to share a pivotal experience with them.

"The war is nearing its conclusion," he began, his voice carrying the weight of years of conflict. "I believe it's time for both of you to witness the realities of war firsthand. The choice to join me on the battlefield or not lies with you."

Without hesitation, Itachi, ever the dutiful son, spoke up, "I am willing."

Fugaku's eyes met Itachi's, a silent understanding passing between them, a bond reinforced by their shared commitment to their clan and their village.

However, when Fugaku turned his gaze to Haru, he received a different response. Haru, with an aura of kindness that none of them fully understood, voiced his decision.

"I don't want to go, Father. I'll take this time to rest and have some fun during your and Itachi's absence."

Fugaku studied his younger son for a moment, sensing an unusual but undeniable warmth and joviality emanating from him. After a brief pause, he nodded.

"Very well, Haru. Your choice is respected. It will take about a week for us to return. Itachi, prepare your belongings. We depart in an hour."

With the sun rising in the sky, both Fugaku and Itachi embarked on a journey to the front lines of the war, unknowingly leaving Haru behind to enjoy his time and spread his laughter to those around him, his true nature hidden beneath a carefree exterior.

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In the backyard of the Uchiha patriarch's house, a boy was lying beneath a tree. The tree swayed gently as if to fan the boy sleeping beneath its branches, and an aura of unusual kindness surrounded him.

On the branches of the tree, birds were playing and singing, their cheerful melodies harmonizing with the serenity of the scene. It was a tranquil tableau, reminiscent of a scene straight out of a fairytale, with an air of magic that only a few could perceive.

The boy slept there, untroubled by the sounds of the world around him. On his peaceful face, a gentle smile played, a reflection of the benevolence that radiated from him and the connection he shared with the natural world.

Mikoto gazed at the enchanting scene from inside the house, her eyes fixed on her son, Haru, who lay peacefully beneath the swaying tree. A warm, unconscious smile graced her lips. Unable to resist the urge to get closer to the moment, she delicately slid open the mirror door and stepped outside.

Seated on the porch, she continued to watch Haru, her heart filled with contentment and love. At that very moment, Mikoto felt like the luckiest mother alive, blessed with two extraordinary children. Since the day they were born, an unbreakable bond had formed, one that transcended words.

Itachi, her younger son and the twin brother of Haru, bore the wisdom of an old soul, often resembling a miniature adult. And then there was Haru, the older twin, whose gentle, childlike nature and infectious laughter had a magical influence on those around him.

As a mother, Mikoto tried not to show favoritism, but in the depths of her heart, she couldn't deny her special connection with Haru. His innocence and the way his laughter brightened the world around him were a constant source of joy and comfort, and she held this sentiment dear as she watched her son beneath the tree, a living testament to her love and pride.

Haru stirred beneath the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. His eyes slowly fluttered open, revealing the same kindness that defined him even in his sleep. With a gentle yawn and a stretch of his arms, he greeted the day with the innocence of a child.

As he became fully awake, Haru noticed his mother, Mikoto, sitting on the porch, watching over him with a fond smile. Her presence warmed his heart, just as the morning sunlight bathed the scene in a soft, golden glow.

Suddenly, a furrow appeared on Haru's brow as he gazed skyward. His eyes widened with a mix of awe and concern.

Time itself seemed to halt around Haru, as if he were disconnected from its relentless flow. The world stood still, nature itself holding its breath.

With his eyes fixed heavenward, he pierced the celestial veil, glimpsing an enigmatic entity cradling the universe within its grasp, peering deep into its cosmic depths. Stars twinkled like distant memories within the entity's ethereal palm.

Haru sensed that the very fabric of this universe's fundamental laws was shifting, altering the fate of existence itself. It was as though the universe's very heartbeat had faltered.

In a moment of introspection, he closed his eyes, only to find himself beyond the boundaries of the universe, standing before the entity. He felt like a phantom, a spectator in the theater of creation.

Unbeknownst to the entity, Haru had arrived, and it remained immersed in its cosmic contemplation. It was oblivious to the intruder from outside time and space.

After an indeterminate span, the entity completed its task, summoning forth a portal. However, just as it was about to step through, time and space froze around it. The universe held its breath once more, anticipation coursing through its quantum veins.

Gradually, time and space contracted, dwindling to the size of a mere pebble, which then vanished, prompting Haru to exhale deeply. The universe released its pent-up energy, exhaling with him.

"I've sent that entity back to the source. Now, let's assess the alterations it made."

Haru turned his gaze toward the universe, closing his eyes. A fissure emerged on his forehead, revealing a mysterious eye, a window to the tapestry of creation.

Before him, an array of lines materialized, each representing the birth and demise of countless universes. They danced like threads of fate.

Haru focused on the central line, and a cascade of images unfolded before his newfound eye. It was a celestial slideshow, the story of creation and destruction told in cosmic snapshots.

After a period of intense scrutiny, the third eye sealed shut, and Haru reopened his eyes, returning from his cosmic reverie.

The entity had wrought substantial changes upon the universe, all in the pursuit of introducing a transmigrator into its narrative. It had rewritten the past, fabricating elements that had never existed and introducing a new member to the Uchiha clan: Uchiha Long. To ensure Long's seamless integration, the entity imposed a universal language change to mirror his own. Even the essence of sage energy had been transformed into immortal energy, a shift in the very essence of the cosmos.

Yet, with a subtle touch, Haru restored everything to its original state. Uchiha Long remained, though his backstory had been delicately revised. The universe breathed a sigh of relief, its destiny intact.

With his task complete, Haru returned to his backyard, as if the cosmic interlude had never occurred. The world outside continued its relentless march through time, unaware of the profound changes that had transpired beyond its borders.

[A/N- well tell me what you think of this chapter. I have decided to change 'no heroine' to 'Single oc heroine'. Thank you much love.]