1 CH1: Reincarnation

"Morality is what makes humans "human" yet it is also the chains that bind some from achieving and showing their true human self to the world. Morals are what makes a human civilization work yet it also the key to the destruction of humanity. Morals cannot truly bring peace and harmony to humanity. Humans are being of sin, yet morals are supposed to be chains that bind those sins within humans. While enough for temporary sealing, the sins will one day break through the chains with depravity many times more. Sometimes, war and conflict are what truly makes humans 'human', what allows them to bring their sins out to the fullest, without the chains of morality binding them."

An old man with long white hair spoke to a child. He was dried up and looked as though his body would fall apart at any given moment. He was sitting in a chair that was made of a whole tree. The old man's body was connected with 3 white stems that were connected to his back, constantly providing him with a special energy, barely keeping him alive.

He was speaking to a child who was sitting on the floor, directly looking at him with no fear, as though the ghastly sight in front of him was completely normal.

The child was wearing a long white robe with hair as white as the old man in front of him. Yet the child's hair looked as though it was filled with vitality and youth, like fresh snow on a cold winter day, while the old man's hair was as though all life had been taken out it, leaving nothing but a white husk of what it had been years past.

The child cackled in levity, amazement and awe as he replied to the old man.

"While dark and grim, your words truly represent the world in its bareness, a decaying swamp with layers upon layers of filth, greed and death, getting worse by the seconds as you go on and on. Human civilization can never be truly pure. Where there is light there is darkness, you may try to hide the darkness within you. Yet as long as you stay within light, your darkness will forever be there to accompany you."

The old man showed an expression of interest and amazement as he looked at the child in front of him, he was no less than 3 years old, yet he had such intelligence, it was as though a grown scholar was in the child's body.

"Aren't you scared of me? Children like you are supposed to be crying when you see me, is it not true?"

"Perhaps I'd be scared of you if you were at your peak, someone who could fight against the God of Shinobi, Hashirama Senju, yet now you are a mere husk of your past, someone who has been abandoned by time, yet is trying to grasp a thread so thin it'd break during weak winds. While I definitely am amazed by your determination to live, I am in no way scared of you right now."

"How do you- "

"Let's leave that for another time, shall we? I am running out of time and I would like to finish this business as quick as possible."

The boy stood up and waved his sleeve, as he did so a light burst out of thin air as a glowing ball of light with 9 rings surrounding it appeared next to the boy. All of space and time froze as though it was a still frame, with only the white-haired boy and the glowing rings being able to move

[Have you made the final decision?]

"Yes, I have."

[Please state the final wish.]

"I wish to have the bloodline of Madara Uchiha added into my reincarnated body."

[In accordance with the karma R̴̨̡̢̨̧̧̢̛͇͓̬͔͎̰͕̝̮̲̹̣̝͕̪̣̯̼̭̮̼̲̯̭̺̥̖͖͈͖͉̼̩̺̰̻͉̲͜͜͜ͅͅę̷̧̡̛̛̫̪̮͖͓͕̤̲͕̫̱̫̳̦̬͚̹̙̠̤̬̠̣͎̲̲͕͍̰̗͙͕̄̆̆̓͂̈̋́̐̐̿̀̎͗̋͆̈́́͆͗̏̅̎́̉͊͑̂͌̀͐͑̓͋͌͘͜͝͝ͅm̷̧̳͇̗͙̜̯͖͚͇̩̩̤͍͓͓̟͙͔̪̙̬̳̮͕̏̈́̈́̓̐̀͗̃̽̎̎̐̀̾̀͆̕̕̚͝ï̷̲̗̰̞̫͊̽͆͂̈́̅͑̊͐̂͋̿͆̿͛̈́͘̚̚̕ụ̴̡̡̧͉̲̼̞̼͉̙̤̝̫̬̠͕͚̲̆̂͑̍͒͒̾̎̆̈́̎̀̍͂̋͐̂̓̂̑̊̋͐͋̉́̾̉̚͘̚͝͠ͅͅs̵̯͓̙͙̤̖͇͎̺͉͌̌̎͋̀̏̽̋̒̉̉̅͒̏̈̓͌̓̄̚͜͠ ̴̞̭̝͓͚̪̏̇̀̾̆̎̌̀͂̀̒͌̇̽́̐̉̎̋͌̉͒͌͛̓͋̃̈̊̎̇̑͗͗͊̎̏͊̀̔͊͘̕͝͝Ą̶̢̨̡̨̨̛͍͈̬̟͚̘̙̥̳̘͈̣̯̬̥̥̟̱̫̙̦͇̄̀̏̓͆̎̊̎̂̄̆͌̒͐͑͋̋̈́̉̔̚ͅl̶̢̝̘̥͎̗̝͕̝͕͈͕͕͎̖͎̖͙̘̝͓͇̟̳͚̟̙̬̜͔̭̼͓͔̥͔̘͕̼̪̲̟͓͈̭̾̄̾͋̊̃̀͛͋̈́̓͗̃́̆̾̄̈́͒̑͛́̇̏̆̇̍̋͂̑́͗͊̐̏̀̄́̚͝ͅf̵̨̛̝͓̼̝͖͛̏̌͐͌̅̑̀͊̋͊̂̓̇͆̀̉̃̀̀̑̽̕͘͝ṙ̷̢̧̡̻͇̫̹̲̯̮̘̤̥͙̗̗̰͙͚͖͙̠͖̯̱͚̮̼̹̙̳͕͙̯̻͕̼̯͚̣̞̬͓͙̼̲͛ͅͅȩ̸̨̨̧̡̰̭͈̜̺͖̝̯̗̱̝̹̺̯͇̥͖̫̬̙̺̝̦̜̃̎͊͜ͅͅḑ̴̨̛͕͕̲̩̟̫̳̩͍̰̮͓̣̣͈̙̱̮͎̜̤͚͔̼̉̊̀̉̄̊̂̔̓́̍͗̀͆̌̔̐̒̀̍̈́̓͋̎͋̌̓̎̒̽͒̀͐͛̀̋̕̚͜͠ͅs̸̢̧̡̡̧̧͖̲̦̭͎͍̪̙̟̫̱͙̞̲̙̙̖̪̥̥̳͙̤͍͐ͅ has accumulated, you shall get three wishes for your reincarnation]

[First Wish: R̴̨̡̢̨̧̧̢̛͇͓̬͔͎̰͕̝̮̲̹̣̝͕̪̣̯̼̭̮̼̲̯̭̺̥̖͖͈͖͉̼̩̺̰̻͉̲͜͜͜ͅͅę̷̧̡̛̛̫̪̮͖͓͕̤̲͕̫̱̫̳̦̬͚̹̙̠̤̬̠̣͎̲̲͕͍̰̗͙͕̄̆̆̓͂̈̋́̐̐̿̀̎͗̋͆̈́́͆͗̏̅̎́̉͊͑̂͌̀͐͑̓͋͌͘͜͝͝ͅm̷̧̳͇̗͙̜̯͖͚͇̩̩̤͍͓͓̟͙͔̪̙̬̳̮͕̏̈́̈́̓̐̀͗̃̽̎̎̐̀̾̀͆̕̕̚͝ï̷̲̗̰̞̫͊̽͆͂̈́̅͑̊͐̂͋̿͆̿͛̈́͘̚̚̕ụ̴̡̡̧͉̲̼̞̼͉̙̤̝̫̬̠͕͚̲̆̂͑̍͒͒̾̎̆̈́̎̀̍͂̋͐̂̓̂̑̊̋͐͋̉́̾̉̚͘̚͝͠ͅͅs̵̯͓̙͙̤̖͇͎̺͉͌̌̎͋̀̏̽̋̒̉̉̅͒̏̈̓͌̓̄̚͜͠ ̴̞̭̝͓͚̪̏̇̀̾̆̎̌̀͂̀̒͌̇̽́̐̉̎̋͌̉͒͌͛̓͋̃̈̊̎̇̑͗͗͊̎̏͊̀̔͊͘̕͝͝Ą̶̢̨̡̨̨̛͍͈̬̟͚̘̙̥̳̘͈̣̯̬̥̥̟̱̫̙̦͇̄̀̏̓͆̎̊̎̂̄̆͌̒͐͑͋̋̈́̉̔̚ͅl̶̢̝̘̥͎̗̝͕̝͕͈͕͕͎̖͎̖͙̘̝͓͇̟̳͚̟̙̬̜͔̭̼͓͔̥͔̘͕̼̪̲̟͓͈̭̾̄̾͋̊̃̀͛͋̈́̓͗̃́̆̾̄̈́͒̑͛́̇̏̆̇̍̋͂̑́͗͊̐̏̀̄́̚͝ͅf̵̨̛̝͓̼̝͖͛̏̌͐͌̅̑̀͊̋͊̂̓̇͆̀̉̃̀̀̑̽̕͘͝ṙ̷̢̧̡̻͇̫̹̲̯̮̘̤̥͙̗̗̰͙͚͖͙̠͖̯̱͚̮̼̹̙̳͕͙̯̻͕̼̯͚̣̞̬͓͙̼̲͛ͅͅȩ̸̨̨̧̡̰̭͈̜̺͖̝̯̗̱̝̹̺̯͇̥͖̫̬̙̺̝̦̜̃̎͊͜ͅͅḑ̴̨̛͕͕̲̩̟̫̳̩͍̰̮͓̣̣͈̙̱̮͎̜̤͚͔̼̉̊̀̉̄̊̂̔̓́̍͗̀͆̌̔̐̒̀̍̈́̓͋̎͋̌̓̎̒̽͒̀͐͛̀̋̕̚͜͠ͅs̸̢̧̡̡̧̧͖̲̦̭͎͍̪̙̟̫̱͙̞̲̙̙̖̪̥̥̳͙̤͍͐ͅ shall be reincarnated into a specialized world from R̴̨̡̢̨̧̧̢̛͇͓̬͔͎̰͕̝̮̲̹̣̝͕̪̣̯̼̭̮̼̲̯̭̺̥̖͖͈͖͉̼̩̺̰̻͉̲͜͜͜ͅͅę̷̧̡̛̛̫̪̮͖͓͕̤̲͕̫̱̫̳̦̬͚̹̙̠̤̬̠̣͎̲̲͕͍̰̗͙͕̄̆̆̓͂̈̋́̐̐̿̀̎͗̋͆̈́́͆͗̏̅̎́̉͊͑̂͌̀͐͑̓͋͌͘͜͝͝ͅm̷̧̳͇̗͙̜̯͖͚͇̩̩̤͍͓͓̟͙͔̪̙̬̳̮͕̏̈́̈́̓̐̀͗̃̽̎̎̐̀̾̀͆̕̕̚͝ï̷̲̗̰̞̫͊̽͆͂̈́̅͑̊͐̂͋̿͆̿͛̈́͘̚̚̕ụ̴̡̡̧͉̲̼̞̼͉̙̤̝̫̬̠͕͚̲̆̂͑̍͒͒̾̎̆̈́̎̀̍͂̋͐̂̓̂̑̊̋͐͋̉́̾̉̚͘̚͝͠ͅͅs̵̯͓̙͙̤̖͇͎̺͉͌̌̎͋̀̏̽̋̒̉̉̅͒̏̈̓͌̓̄̚͜͠ ̴̞̭̝͓͚̪̏̇̀̾̆̎̌̀͂̀̒͌̇̽́̐̉̎̋͌̉͒͌͛̓͋̃̈̊̎̇̑͗͗͊̎̏͊̀̔͊͘̕͝͝Ą̶̢̨̡̨̨̛͍͈̬̟͚̘̙̥̳̘͈̣̯̬̥̥̟̱̫̙̦͇̄̀̏̓͆̎̊̎̂̄̆͌̒͐͑͋̋̈́̉̔̚ͅl̶̢̝̘̥͎̗̝͕̝͕͈͕͕͎̖͎̖͙̘̝͓͇̟̳͚̟̙̬̜͔̭̼͓͔̥͔̘͕̼̪̲̟͓͈̭̾̄̾͋̊̃̀͛͋̈́̓͗̃́̆̾̄̈́͒̑͛́̇̏̆̇̍̋͂̑́͗͊̐̏̀̄́̚͝ͅf̵̨̛̝͓̼̝͖͛̏̌͐͌̅̑̀͊̋͊̂̓̇͆̀̉̃̀̀̑̽̕͘͝ṙ̷̢̧̡̻͇̫̹̲̯̮̘̤̥͙̗̗̰͙͚͖͙̠͖̯̱͚̮̼̹̙̳͕͙̯̻͕̼̯͚̣̞̬͓͙̼̲͛ͅͅȩ̸̨̨̧̡̰̭͈̜̺͖̝̯̗̱̝̹̺̯͇̥͖̫̬̙̺̝̦̜̃̎͊͜ͅͅḑ̴̨̛͕͕̲̩̟̫̳̩͍̰̮͓̣̣͈̙̱̮͎̜̤͚͔̼̉̊̀̉̄̊̂̔̓́̍͗̀͆̌̔̐̒̀̍̈́̓͋̎͋̌̓̎̒̽͒̀͐͛̀̋̕̚͜͠ͅs̸̢̧̡̡̧̧͖̲̦̭͎͍̪̙̟̫̱͙̞̲̙̙̖̪̥̥̳͙̤͍͐ͅ's memory and not an existing world where he shall be able to retain all memories of his past life related to the world]

[Second Wish: R̴̨̡̢̨̧̧̢̛͇͓̬͔͎̰͕̝̮̲̹̣̝͕̪̣̯̼̭̮̼̲̯̭̺̥̖͖͈͖͉̼̩̺̰̻͉̲͜͜͜ͅͅę̷̧̡̛̛̫̪̮͖͓͕̤̲͕̫̱̫̳̦̬͚̹̙̠̤̬̠̣͎̲̲͕͍̰̗͙͕̄̆̆̓͂̈̋́̐̐̿̀̎͗̋͆̈́́͆͗̏̅̎́̉͊͑̂͌̀͐͑̓͋͌͘͜͝͝ͅm̷̧̳͇̗͙̜̯͖͚͇̩̩̤͍͓͓̟͙͔̪̙̬̳̮͕̏̈́̈́̓̐̀͗̃̽̎̎̐̀̾̀͆̕̕̚͝ï̷̲̗̰̞̫͊̽͆͂̈́̅͑̊͐̂͋̿͆̿͛̈́͘̚̚̕ụ̴̡̡̧͉̲̼̞̼͉̙̤̝̫̬̠͕͚̲̆̂͑̍͒͒̾̎̆̈́̎̀̍͂̋͐̂̓̂̑̊̋͐͋̉́̾̉̚͘̚͝͠ͅͅs̵̯͓̙͙̤̖͇͎̺͉͌̌̎͋̀̏̽̋̒̉̉̅͒̏̈̓͌̓̄̚͜͠ ̴̞̭̝͓͚̪̏̇̀̾̆̎̌̀͂̀̒͌̇̽́̐̉̎̋͌̉͒͌͛̓͋̃̈̊̎̇̑͗͗͊̎̏͊̀̔͊͘̕͝͝Ą̶̢̨̡̨̨̛͍͈̬̟͚̘̙̥̳̘͈̣̯̬̥̥̟̱̫̙̦͇̄̀̏̓͆̎̊̎̂̄̆͌̒͐͑͋̋̈́̉̔̚ͅl̶̢̝̘̥͎̗̝͕̝͕͈͕͕͎̖͎̖͙̘̝͓͇̟̳͚̟̙̬̜͔̭̼͓͔̥͔̘͕̼̪̲̟͓͈̭̾̄̾͋̊̃̀͛͋̈́̓͗̃́̆̾̄̈́͒̑͛́̇̏̆̇̍̋͂̑́͗͊̐̏̀̄́̚͝ͅf̵̨̛̝͓̼̝͖͛̏̌͐͌̅̑̀͊̋͊̂̓̇͆̀̉̃̀̀̑̽̕͘͝ṙ̷̢̧̡̻͇̫̹̲̯̮̘̤̥͙̗̗̰͙͚͖͙̠͖̯̱͚̮̼̹̙̳͕͙̯̻͕̼̯͚̣̞̬͓͙̼̲͛ͅͅȩ̸̨̨̧̡̰̭͈̜̺͖̝̯̗̱̝̹̺̯͇̥͖̫̬̙̺̝̦̜̃̎͊͜ͅͅḑ̴̨̛͕͕̲̩̟̫̳̩͍̰̮͓̣̣͈̙̱̮͎̜̤͚͔̼̉̊̀̉̄̊̂̔̓́̍͗̀͆̌̔̐̒̀̍̈́̓͋̎͋̌̓̎̒̽͒̀͐͛̀̋̕̚͜͠ͅs̸̢̧̡̡̧̧͖̲̦̭͎͍̪̙̟̫̱͙̞̲̙̙̖̪̥̥̳͙̤͍͐ͅ shall be able to choose the time where he shall be reincarnated from the chronological timeline within R̴̨̡̢̨̧̧̢̛͇͓̬͔͎̰͕̝̮̲̹̣̝͕̪̣̯̼̭̮̼̲̯̭̺̥̖͖͈͖͉̼̩̺̰̻͉̲͜͜͜ͅͅę̷̧̡̛̛̫̪̮͖͓͕̤̲͕̫̱̫̳̦̬͚̹̙̠̤̬̠̣͎̲̲͕͍̰̗͙͕̄̆̆̓͂̈̋́̐̐̿̀̎͗̋͆̈́́͆͗̏̅̎́̉͊͑̂͌̀͐͑̓͋͌͘͜͝͝ͅm̷̧̳͇̗͙̜̯͖͚͇̩̩̤͍͓͓̟͙͔̪̙̬̳̮͕̏̈́̈́̓̐̀͗̃̽̎̎̐̀̾̀͆̕̕̚͝ï̷̲̗̰̞̫͊̽͆͂̈́̅͑̊͐̂͋̿͆̿͛̈́͘̚̚̕ụ̴̡̡̧͉̲̼̞̼͉̙̤̝̫̬̠͕͚̲̆̂͑̍͒͒̾̎̆̈́̎̀̍͂̋͐̂̓̂̑̊̋͐͋̉́̾̉̚͘̚͝͠ͅͅs̵̯͓̙͙̤̖͇͎̺͉͌̌̎͋̀̏̽̋̒̉̉̅͒̏̈̓͌̓̄̚͜͠ ̴̞̭̝͓͚̪̏̇̀̾̆̎̌̀͂̀̒͌̇̽́̐̉̎̋͌̉͒͌͛̓͋̃̈̊̎̇̑͗͗͊̎̏͊̀̔͊͘̕͝͝Ą̶̢̨̡̨̨̛͍͈̬̟͚̘̙̥̳̘͈̣̯̬̥̥̟̱̫̙̦͇̄̀̏̓͆̎̊̎̂̄̆͌̒͐͑͋̋̈́̉̔̚ͅl̶̢̝̘̥͎̗̝͕̝͕͈͕͕͎̖͎̖͙̘̝͓͇̟̳͚̟̙̬̜͔̭̼͓͔̥͔̘͕̼̪̲̟͓͈̭̾̄̾͋̊̃̀͛͋̈́̓͗̃́̆̾̄̈́͒̑͛́̇̏̆̇̍̋͂̑́͗͊̐̏̀̄́̚͝ͅf̵̨̛̝͓̼̝͖͛̏̌͐͌̅̑̀͊̋͊̂̓̇͆̀̉̃̀̀̑̽̕͘͝ṙ̷̢̧̡̻͇̫̹̲̯̮̘̤̥͙̗̗̰͙͚͖͙̠͖̯̱͚̮̼̹̙̳͕͙̯̻͕̼̯͚̣̞̬͓͙̼̲͛ͅͅȩ̸̨̨̧̡̰̭͈̜̺͖̝̯̗̱̝̹̺̯͇̥͖̫̬̙̺̝̦̜̃̎͊͜ͅͅḑ̴̨̛͕͕̲̩̟̫̳̩͍̰̮͓̣̣͈̙̱̮͎̜̤͚͔̼̉̊̀̉̄̊̂̔̓́̍͗̀͆̌̔̐̒̀̍̈́̓͋̎͋̌̓̎̒̽͒̀͐͛̀̋̕̚͜͠ͅs̸̢̧̡̡̧̧͖̲̦̭͎͍̪̙̟̫̱͙̞̲̙̙̖̪̥̥̳͙̤͍͐ͅ's memory]

[Third Wish: R̴̨̡̢̨̧̧̢̛͇͓̬͔͎̰͕̝̮̲̹̣̝͕̪̣̯̼̭̮̼̲̯̭̺̥̖͖͈͖͉̼̩̺̰̻͉̲͜͜͜ͅͅę̷̧̡̛̛̫̪̮͖͓͕̤̲͕̫̱̫̳̦̬͚̹̙̠̤̬̠̣͎̲̲͕͍̰̗͙͕̄̆̆̓͂̈̋́̐̐̿̀̎͗̋͆̈́́͆͗̏̅̎́̉͊͑̂͌̀͐͑̓͋͌͘͜͝͝ͅm̷̧̳͇̗͙̜̯͖͚͇̩̩̤͍͓͓̟͙͔̪̙̬̳̮͕̏̈́̈́̓̐̀͗̃̽̎̎̐̀̾̀͆̕̕̚͝ï̷̲̗̰̞̫͊̽͆͂̈́̅͑̊͐̂͋̿͆̿͛̈́͘̚̚̕ụ̴̡̡̧͉̲̼̞̼͉̙̤̝̫̬̠͕͚̲̆̂͑̍͒͒̾̎̆̈́̎̀̍͂̋͐̂̓̂̑̊̋͐͋̉́̾̉̚͘̚͝͠ͅͅs̵̯͓̙͙̤̖͇͎̺͉͌̌̎͋̀̏̽̋̒̉̉̅͒̏̈̓͌̓̄̚͜͠ ̴̞̭̝͓͚̪̏̇̀̾̆̎̌̀͂̀̒͌̇̽́̐̉̎̋͌̉͒͌͛̓͋̃̈̊̎̇̑͗͗͊̎̏͊̀̔͊͘̕͝͝Ą̶̢̨̡̨̨̛͍͈̬̟͚̘̙̥̳̘͈̣̯̬̥̥̟̱̫̙̦͇̄̀̏̓͆̎̊̎̂̄̆͌̒͐͑͋̋̈́̉̔̚ͅl̶̢̝̘̥͎̗̝͕̝͕͈͕͕͎̖͎̖͙̘̝͓͇̟̳͚̟̙̬̜͔̭̼͓͔̥͔̘͕̼̪̲̟͓͈̭̾̄̾͋̊̃̀͛͋̈́̓͗̃́̆̾̄̈́͒̑͛́̇̏̆̇̍̋͂̑́͗͊̐̏̀̄́̚͝ͅf̵̨̛̝͓̼̝͖͛̏̌͐͌̅̑̀͊̋͊̂̓̇͆̀̉̃̀̀̑̽̕͘͝ṙ̷̢̧̡̻͇̫̹̲̯̮̘̤̥͙̗̗̰͙͚͖͙̠͖̯̱͚̮̼̹̙̳͕͙̯̻͕̼̯͚̣̞̬͓͙̼̲͛ͅͅȩ̸̨̨̧̡̰̭͈̜̺͖̝̯̗̱̝̹̺̯͇̥͖̫̬̙̺̝̦̜̃̎͊͜ͅͅḑ̴̨̛͕͕̲̩̟̫̳̩͍̰̮͓̣̣͈̙̱̮͎̜̤͚͔̼̉̊̀̉̄̊̂̔̓́̍͗̀͆̌̔̐̒̀̍̈́̓͋̎͋̌̓̎̒̽͒̀͐͛̀̋̕̚͜͠ͅs̸̢̧̡̡̧̧͖̲̦̭͎͍̪̙̟̫̱͙̞̲̙̙̖̪̥̥̳͙̤͍͐ͅ shall have the bloodline of Madara Uchiha in the body of R̴̨̡̢̨̧̧̢̛͇͓̬͔͎̰͕̝̮̲̹̣̝͕̪̣̯̼̭̮̼̲̯̭̺̥̖͖͈͖͉̼̩̺̰̻͉̲͜͜͜ͅͅę̷̧̡̛̛̫̪̮͖͓͕̤̲͕̫̱̫̳̦̬͚̹̙̠̤̬̠̣͎̲̲͕͍̰̗͙͕̄̆̆̓͂̈̋́̐̐̿̀̎͗̋͆̈́́͆͗̏̅̎́̉͊͑̂͌̀͐͑̓͋͌͘͜͝͝ͅm̷̧̳͇̗͙̜̯͖͚͇̩̩̤͍͓͓̟͙͔̪̙̬̳̮͕̏̈́̈́̓̐̀͗̃̽̎̎̐̀̾̀͆̕̕̚͝ï̷̲̗̰̞̫͊̽͆͂̈́̅͑̊͐̂͋̿͆̿͛̈́͘̚̚̕ụ̴̡̡̧͉̲̼̞̼͉̙̤̝̫̬̠͕͚̲̆̂͑̍͒͒̾̎̆̈́̎̀̍͂̋͐̂̓̂̑̊̋͐͋̉́̾̉̚͘̚͝͠ͅͅs̵̯͓̙͙̤̖͇͎̺͉͌̌̎͋̀̏̽̋̒̉̉̅͒̏̈̓͌̓̄̚͜͠ ̴̞̭̝͓͚̪̏̇̀̾̆̎̌̀͂̀̒͌̇̽́̐̉̎̋͌̉͒͌͛̓͋̃̈̊̎̇̑͗͗͊̎̏͊̀̔͊͘̕͝͝Ą̶̢̨̡̨̨̛͍͈̬̟͚̘̙̥̳̘͈̣̯̬̥̥̟̱̫̙̦͇̄̀̏̓͆̎̊̎̂̄̆͌̒͐͑͋̋̈́̉̔̚ͅl̶̢̝̘̥͎̗̝͕̝͕͈͕͕͎̖͎̖͙̘̝͓͇̟̳͚̟̙̬̜͔̭̼͓͔̥͔̘͕̼̪̲̟͓͈̭̾̄̾͋̊̃̀͛͋̈́̓͗̃́̆̾̄̈́͒̑͛́̇̏̆̇̍̋͂̑́͗͊̐̏̀̄́̚͝ͅf̵̨̛̝͓̼̝͖͛̏̌͐͌̅̑̀͊̋͊̂̓̇͆̀̉̃̀̀̑̽̕͘͝ṙ̷̢̧̡̻͇̫̹̲̯̮̘̤̥͙̗̗̰͙͚͖͙̠͖̯̱͚̮̼̹̙̳͕͙̯̻͕̼̯͚̣̞̬͓͙̼̲͛ͅͅȩ̸̨̨̧̡̰̭͈̜̺͖̝̯̗̱̝̹̺̯͇̥͖̫̬̙̺̝̦̜̃̎͊͜ͅͅḑ̴̨̛͕͕̲̩̟̫̳̩͍̰̮͓̣̣͈̙̱̮͎̜̤͚͔̼̉̊̀̉̄̊̂̔̓́̍͗̀͆̌̔̐̒̀̍̈́̓͋̎͋̌̓̎̒̽͒̀͐͛̀̋̕̚͜͠ͅs̸̢̧̡̡̧̧͖̲̦̭͎͍̪̙̟̫̱͙̞̲̙̙̖̪̥̥̳͙̤͍͐ͅ's reincarnation]

[As all wishes have been fulfilled, the reincarnation of R̴̨̡̢̨̧̧̢̛͇͓̬͔͎̰͕̝̮̲̹̣̝͕̪̣̯̼̭̮̼̲̯̭̺̥̖͖͈͖͉̼̩̺̰̻͉̲͜͜͜ͅͅę̷̧̡̛̛̫̪̮͖͓͕̤̲͕̫̱̫̳̦̬͚̹̙̠̤̬̠̣͎̲̲͕͍̰̗͙͕̄̆̆̓͂̈̋́̐̐̿̀̎͗̋͆̈́́͆͗̏̅̎́̉͊͑̂͌̀͐͑̓͋͌͘͜͝͝ͅm̷̧̳͇̗͙̜̯͖͚͇̩̩̤͍͓͓̟͙͔̪̙̬̳̮͕̏̈́̈́̓̐̀͗̃̽̎̎̐̀̾̀͆̕̕̚͝ï̷̲̗̰̞̫͊̽͆͂̈́̅͑̊͐̂͋̿͆̿͛̈́͘̚̚̕ụ̴̡̡̧͉̲̼̞̼͉̙̤̝̫̬̠͕͚̲̆̂͑̍͒͒̾̎̆̈́̎̀̍͂̋͐̂̓̂̑̊̋͐͋̉́̾̉̚͘̚͝͠ͅͅs̵̯͓̙͙̤̖͇͎̺͉͌̌̎͋̀̏̽̋̒̉̉̅͒̏̈̓͌̓̄̚͜͠ ̴̞̭̝͓͚̪̏̇̀̾̆̎̌̀͂̀̒͌̇̽́̐̉̎̋͌̉͒͌͛̓͋̃̈̊̎̇̑͗͗͊̎̏͊̀̔͊͘̕͝͝Ą̶̢̨̡̨̨̛͍͈̬̟͚̘̙̥̳̘͈̣̯̬̥̥̟̱̫̙̦͇̄̀̏̓͆̎̊̎̂̄̆͌̒͐͑͋̋̈́̉̔̚ͅl̶̢̝̘̥͎̗̝͕̝͕͈͕͕͎̖͎̖͙̘̝͓͇̟̳͚̟̙̬̜͔̭̼͓͔̥͔̘͕̼̪̲̟͓͈̭̾̄̾͋̊̃̀͛͋̈́̓͗̃́̆̾̄̈́͒̑͛́̇̏̆̇̍̋͂̑́͗͊̐̏̀̄́̚͝ͅf̵̨̛̝͓̼̝͖͛̏̌͐͌̅̑̀͊̋͊̂̓̇͆̀̉̃̀̀̑̽̕͘͝ṙ̷̢̧̡̻͇̫̹̲̯̮̘̤̥͙̗̗̰͙͚͖͙̠͖̯̱͚̮̼̹̙̳͕͙̯̻͕̼̯͚̣̞̬͓͙̼̲͛ͅͅȩ̸̨̨̧̡̰̭͈̜̺͖̝̯̗̱̝̹̺̯͇̥͖̫̬̙̺̝̦̜̃̎͊͜ͅͅḑ̴̨̛͕͕̲̩̟̫̳̩͍̰̮͓̣̣͈̙̱̮͎̜̤͚͔̼̉̊̀̉̄̊̂̔̓́̍͗̀͆̌̔̐̒̀̍̈́̓͋̎͋̌̓̎̒̽͒̀͐͛̀̋̕̚͜͠ͅs̸̢̧̡̡̧̧͖̲̦̭͎͍̪̙̟̫̱͙̞̲̙̙̖̪̥̥̳͙̤͍͐ͅ shall begin]

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[We wish you a happy life.]

The body of the boy slowly disintegrated into light particles as all traces of the boy were removed from the world, no matter who or what it was, leaving nothing but a speck of particles of light that slowly melted away into nothingness.

***

A child's crying could be heard in the blizzard as a shinobi wearing the uniform of the Konohagakure was running past the white landscape.

'An abandoned child?' he thought, as he moved towards the source of the crying child.

After searching for a few minutes, he discovered a basket in which were thick white blankets wrapping around a baby with black hair.

'Someone actually abandoned a child in such a place! How heartless of them…' lamented the man as he tried cradling the child as properly as he could yet it was in vain as the crying increased.

The man became flustered as he tried to console the baby. After a while of failed attempts at making a funny face, he finally relented and sighed.

'It seems I'll have to take him back to the village. Who knows perhaps someone will take care of him…?' thought the man as he sped up, running quickly through the blizzard, running back to the Village Hidden In The Leaves.

Unbeknownst to him however, the child he was carrying was no normal baby, but Remus, the newly reincarnated baby.

'I thought I'd be reincarnated in a safe warm home but to think my first sensation would be the chilling cold of a blizzard, how unfortunate! But to think reincarnation, god, angels and everything actually exists… How mysterious and exhilarating. I'm very hungry though…'

As Remus tried voicing his words, all that came were 'Baahs and Aahs' from his not fully developed vocal cords.

'Why isn't anyone here…Will I die so soon after reincarnating to the Naruto world…Why…'

Depressing thoughts kept coming to Remus as he unconsciously started crying. He thought that he'd die in this cold frigid wind when a figure picked him up.

'Finally! Somebody take me to a warm place! No, just take me away from this place!'

Yet his wishes were unanswered as he witnessed the man making countless faces that were very un-funny. His cries got louder as the man showed no signs of taking Remus away.

'You bastard! Your face isn't funny! Why the hell do you keep doing this to me… Just take me away from this place…'

And has he was swearing at the man with curses only known to the people of the 21st century, the shinobi finally started moving.

'You ******* ******* ******-*******- FINALLY! HE'S STARTED TO MOVE!'

As the mental swear god of the century stopped his Swear Bars, Remus fell asleep in the embrace of the shinobi.

***

Remus, amongst low voices and murmurs woke up to a wood ceiling and a noisy hall.

"It isn't possible to let this child stay in the Village Orphanage, Teuchi-san. You have brought him from your mission and he's not a child from any of the clans. As such, while it's not unusual for children to be adopted, it's not possible for this child to be raised by the village."

"Is that so…"

"Indeed, it is so. So, unless you or anyone else adopts this child, he can't be raised by the village."

As Remus kept listening, he understood that it was a conversation about his adoption.

'It seems I was brought by a shinobi named Teuchi…'

'Wait- '

'THE TEUCHI?!'

'I WAS BROUGHT BY THE TEUCHI?!'

'HOLY HELL I'VE HIT THE MOTHERLOAD! FREE FOOD FOREVER'

As Remus was swimming amount in the feeling of ecstasy at the ramen he could eat in the future, Remus heard that the village couldn't adopt him and only Teuchi or another Konoha villager could adopt him.

'Please adopt me…Please adopt me…Please adopt me…'

As Remus was praying to Hagoromo to be adopted by Teuchi, he finally heard Teuchi's answer.

"What good timing! I was thinking of resigning as a shinobi too and thinking of opening my own ramen shop. And with this child I can finally do it."

"So will you be adopting this child and resigning from your shinobi position at the same time?"

"Yes, I will."

"Very well, your scroll of resignation will arrive after a few days."

"Thank you!"

As Teuchi finished conversing with the employee at the mission hall, he walked towards Remus and carried him.

"It seems you'll be the fuse for me to start my ramen shop, little guy." Teuchi scratched Remus's nose as he carried the baby towards his home.

As the former-shinobi now ramen-chef and the reincarnated baby with Madara Uchiha's bloodline opened the doors to their new life in the Village Hidden in The Leaves, hidden undercurrents waved around in the seemingly peaceful shinobi world, something only known to a certain few.

***

4 years passed by in an instant as Remus, the now Izuryu Tsukisumi, was making hand signs with a white-haired man overlooking him.

"Fire Style: Great Ember Flower Wheel Jutsu"

A fireball was released from the boy's mouth as it quickly molded itself into a burning flower that started spinning, burning everything near it as it dissipated into an ember a few seconds after its release.

"How did I do, Jiraiya-san?" asked Izuryu, as he wiped the sweat off his forehead that formed after performing the jutsu.

"Indeed, the fire style jutsu made by myself is very good!"

"I mean myself, not your jutsu!" said the boy with an annoyed expression as his eyes regained the look of wanting praise.

"Your technique was at genin level kid."

After Jiraiya's answer came out, Izuryu lost the look in his eyes as he kept murmuring.

"Only genin level…genin level…genin level"

Jiraiya punched Izuryu on the head as he grunted with an angry expression and reprimanded the despairing kid.

"What 'only genin level'! You're just 4 years old for god's sake, this is plenty good enough! If those so-called geniuses saw you then they'd pass out in shock you damn perfectionist!"

"Heh, I'll bring myself up to Chunin level before I get into the academy."

"Dream on, the academy registration is just 2 months away. There's no way you'll reach Chunin level so soon."

"Wanna bet on that?"

"Hm? Bet on what?"

"If I reach chunin level then you'll have to buy 100,000 Ryo worth of ramen in our shop!"

"Hoh, what if you lose?"

"If I lose then I'll help you gather research material!"

"What-! How do you know about my research!"

"You think I don't know about the rumors of the 'White-haired Hot Spring Pervert'. You're practically famous!"

Jiraiya had a contemplative expression as he thought about Izuryu's words. After a while, he smirked and put out his hand in a fist.

"You have a bet."

Izuryu grinned and fist-bumped Jiraiya as both of them had glints in their eyes that the other didn't notice, both thinking that they had already won the bet.

"I'm really hungry after all this practice, wanna have something to eat?"

"Sure, but it'll be on you."

"Never mind, I feel like I can train some more. How about you teach me a few more jutsu?"

Izuryu showed an innocent expression as he sorrowfully spoke towards Jiraiya.

"You stingy kid! Alright it'll be on me, I still have to redeem one free ramen as compensation for teaching you after all. If only I knew what you were like, I'd have asked for a hundred."

"Hehehe…"

"Stop laughing, let's go!"

As the man and child walked towards the ramen shop, the sun set, and lights lit up the ramen shop.

"I'm home, Dad!"

"Welcome back Izuryu-kun! How was training today?"

"Very successful! I even got us a business deal!"

Teuchi was surprised at his son's words so he asked him in curiosity.

"What was the deal about!"

"If I can reach Chunin-level before the Academy starts then he'll have to buy 10,000 ryo worth of ramen!"

Teuchi was not longer curious but shocked. Even if he knew that he knew that his son had reached genin-level, he felt that it was impossible for him to reach chunin-level.

Yet that was not the main focus of his shock.

"Are you sure you said 10,000 ryo and not a thousand?"

"Mmhm 10,000 Ryo in hard cash!"

"You are truly my son! To think you'd bring such great profits to our ramen shop!"

Izuryu grinned in happiness as he sat on a chair and Jiraiya on another.

"Two ichiraku ramen, father."

"Got it."

Both Jiraiya and Izuryu were laughing and eating in happiness, unbeknownst to them, in the council of The Hidden Leaf, a man who had one of his hands hidden within his robe, with a patch covering his eye and had a cross shaped scar on his chin was reading a report.

"Izuryu Tsukisumi…As long as I can nurture him to be my tool, he'll help me greatly… I just hope you're not foolish enough to reject me."

***

"Now then children, introduce yourselves please!"

"My name is…"

"My name is…"

"My name is Charles The Second"

"My name is Izuryu Tsukisumi."

'The Son Of Madara Uchiha.'

AN: This will be my self-fulfillment fan-fic. I love Naruto and was very sad that there was no more content about it. But then I saw a story of a novel site that had Hokage in it's name. I started reading it and was utterly hooked. The feeling of knowing what would happen in the future yet not knowing what the character would do was addicting. I finished that one quickly so I started searching for more. I found many but there was a problem. The grammar and writing was utterly horrendous. No matter how much I tried to shrug it off, I simply couldn't. So, I decided to write one myself. So, don't worry. Amongst the things you won't like about my fic, grammar definitely will not be one of them.