The recent events in his life had been nothing short of a rollercoaster ride. Just like on a rollercoaster, he found himself swinging between extremes—feeling immense joy one moment and absolute despair the next. But what unsettled him the most were the memories he had recently acquired.
The most shocking revelation was that he wasn't just a regular boy with ordinary parents. He was from the Uzumaki clan—the clan that had been destroyed by the three great shinobi villages. His mind swarmed with countless questions, but there were no answers in sight. He tried to analyze these newfound memories to the best of his ability, but it seemed like they were consuming his chakra. With no control over his chakra flow, his reserves quickly depleted, and he was once again slammed to the ground with a heavy thud.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a bed. Around him, other children his age were asleep. He looked around carefully and concluded that he was in a safe place. Sitting upright on the bed, he finally allowed himself to reflect on his next move.
'It looks like I'm in an orphanage,' he thought, observing his surroundings. 'With the devastation caused by the Nine-Tails attack, it's no surprise this place is flooded with children. Looks like those memories drained all my chakra, and I won't be able to access them for a while. But who implanted these memories in my mind? And are they even real?'
If these memories were indeed true, it meant he was from the Uzumaki clan. That also meant his name wasn't Ren Shimizu, but Ren Uzumaki. Despite his sharp analytical mind, he couldn't yet draw any definitive conclusions from this strange situation.
'First of all, the trademark of being an Uzumaki is having red hair, but in my case, my hair is black. The next trait is having a large chakra reserve. For now, I can't tell whether my chakra reserves are large or small. Maybe after some chakra training, I'll be able to figure that out. The third trait is having a strong life force and rapid recovery abilities. This point I can confirm—after depleting my chakra, I was able to recover from exhaustion in just a few hours, which supports the idea that I possess some Uzumaki resilience.'
With this brainstorming session, Ary concluded that the chances of him being an Uzumaki were very high, though he still needed solid proof to fully believe these memories. He decided that he would access the memories again when he had the chance and gather more information about himself.
'I should start with the leaf-controlling exercise to regain some control over my chakra,' he decided. 'If I can master chakra control ro some degree, I can prevent myself from accessing these memories at will. Maybe the cause of my transmigration is hidden within them as well.'
Back in the present, Ary was meditating with a leaf balanced on his forehead. After two hours, the leaf finally dropped to the ground. "Looks like this is the best I can manage for now," he muttered to himself.
Over the past seven days, Ary not only practiced the leaf-controlling exercise but also began physical training. From watching the Naruto series, he knew some hand seals for various jutsu. However, despite his attempts, none of the jutsu worked. He concluded that chakra must play a significant role in performing jutsu—something he wasn't yet fully aware of. For now, he decided to focus on taijutsu as an alternative.
"Now, it's time to uncover the secrets these memories hold," he thought, feeling more confident in his chakra control.
With better mastery over his chakra, Ary understood what had happened the first time he accessed the memories. His chakra had flowed directly into his brain, activating certain parts that allowed him to access the memories.
Once again, Ary began to direct his chakra toward his brain. Behind his closed eyes, a blurry scene unfolded: A man stood in front of a giant mirror, his reflection clear. It felt as though Ary was seeing the scene through the man's eyes. The man was well-built and wore a long black robe with the Uzumaki symbol on the right side. Just as Ary was about to comprehend the scene, a deep voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
"It looks like 'HIS' one-in-a-million chance worked!!" After that first line, the voice softened. "Child, if you are seeing these memories, then that means the Uzumaki clan has been destroyed, and you are one of its last descendants," the man spoke with sorrow in his tone.
Amidst this, Ary realized his chakra was depleting rapidly. He tried to stop the chakra flow to his brain but found himself unable to. Just as he was about to try again, the voice echoed once more. "It looks like we don't have much time." The man lifted his hand and placed it on the mirror, and the reflection changed.
What Ary saw horrified him—the reflection was his exact likeness, but not just any version of him. It was his reflection from Earth. "What the f—" Ary blurted out, but before he could finish, the man's hand began to shine brightly. In an instant, an immense flood of sealing jutsu techniques surged through Ary's mind, engraving themselves into his very soul in the form of a seal—a seal resembling that of the Uzumaki clan. When the seal was completed, Ary's connection to the memories was abruptly cut off.
Panting heavily, Ary collapsed to the ground. "What the fuck…!" he finally managed to say, finishing the sentence of pure astonishment.
When Ary first transmigrated into this world, the timing was almost too perfect. From the desperate run for his life, the joy of unlocking his chakra, to the final surprise of inheriting the legacy of the entire Uzumaki clan—it had been a whirlwind of events.
Yes, he had not just gained a few sealing jutsu, but the most exclusive ones unique to the Uzumaki clan. In that overwhelming flood of memories, he could only identify two major sealing techniques: the 'Eight Trigrams Sealing Style' and the 'Four Symbols Seal.' There were also several minor seals, not exclusive to the Uzumaki clan. This meant that Ary now possessed a repertoire of sealing jutsu that even surpassed that of the Hidden Leaf Village!
'I was wrong,' Ary thought. 'It seems these memories don't hold the secret to my transmigration. But this brings another revelation—every Uzumaki had a chance to inherit this knowledge. Yet, for some unknown reason, no Uzumaki in the series ever accessed this legacy.'
'For now, I can only theorize about why I was able to unlock this one-in-a-million chance. The first possibility is that Ren died during the Nine-Tails attack. Even if he didn't, he likely wouldn't have unlocked his chakra this early. But if Ren couldn't access these memories, it must mean that my soul, having transmigrated into this body, triggered the inheritance.'
'It feels like someone orchestrated this perfectly, setting me up to claim the Uzumaki clan's inheritance. But now, I am certain—this is reality, not some fantasy in my head.'
"From this moment forward, this is my new life," Ary resolved. "I am no longer Ary from Earth. I am Ren Shimizu—or rather, Ren Uzumaki, of the Village Hidden in the Leaves."