Chapter 1: The Strongest Baby in Konoha
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Satoru Gojo's consciousness, trapped in the body of a baby, was beginning to process the puzzle pieces of his new reality. The first few days had been chaos: everything seemed out of proportion, and control over his small body was frustratingly limited. But now that he could keep his eyes open and focus better, he began to analyze the people and environment around him in more detail.
The man and woman who looked after him, who he claimed were his new parents, had a peculiar air about them. White hair and blue eyes, but what caught his attention the most was the insignia that adorned the man's vest: a red swirl. Something in his memory sparked, and suddenly, he remembered. That insignia belonged to the Konoha jackets, a fictional group he had seen in a series called Naruto years ago.
Am I in Naruto's world? —Gojo thought, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
The woman, his "mother," took him in her arms while humming a lullaby-like tune. Gojo stopped resisting. He needed information, and if this was Naruto's world, he had to learn fast. As he listened to their voices, something peculiar happened: his brain began to automatically decode the language. His prodigious mind, though limited, still operated at an unparalleled level.
"Okay, Satoru, basic plan: understand the rules of this world and regain my power. If I'm really here, there's no way I'll stay a useless baby," he thought.
The morning sun filtered through the wooden windows, illuminating the room where Satoru Gojo, in the body of a newborn, was resting in a rudimentary crib. Despite his limited size and mobility, his mind was still as sharp as ever. The days of initial confusion had passed, and now, Satoru was determined to adapt.
His supposed father, a robust man with white hair and blue eyes, entered the room with a kunai in his hand. He was using it to adjust something on the wall, but the mere sight of that weapon made him remember the countless battles he had fought in his previous life. Although the idea of being trapped in Naruto's world still seemed absurd, the evidence was too obvious to ignore.
The woman he assumed to be his mother entered behind the man, carrying a tray with a plate of rice and dried fish. It was evident that they were accustomed to a life of hard work, something that Gojo was beginning to recognize as a constant in shinobi villages.
"This is not a dream, nor an illusion. I am here, and I must play by the rules of this world... for now," he thought as his small body could barely move an arm.
For the next few weeks, Satoru watched everything closely, as much as his limited mobility as a baby allowed him. He discovered that he lived in a modest but cozy house, located on the outskirts of what was clearly the Hidden Leaf Village (Konoha). From his position in a crib facing a small window, he could glimpse the distinctive red roofs and streets bustling with activity. It seemed like a village in constant motion, as if something was always happening in the background.
His parents, though loving and attentive, piqued his curiosity from the start. Both looked superbly trained, with defined muscles and calculated movements, as if they were warriors accustomed to danger. Though their smiles were warm, Satoru noticed worried glances and long pauses in their conversations when they thought no one was listening. These observations became more apparent during the evenings, when whispers about "dangerous missions" and "orders from the Hokage" filled the next room.
The rumors he unintentionally picked up, thanks to his advanced understanding, spoke of recent conflicts. There were sporadic mentions of something to do with the village recovering after an attack, and names like the "Fifth Hokage" came up in conversations. "Does this mean I'm at some point during Tsunade's era?" Satoru wondered, pondering the implications of being in this period of the Naruto universe. "If this is real, there are a lot of things to worry about, from Akatsuki to Madara's blueprints."
The most disconcerting thing of all, however, wasn't the words he was hearing or the assumptions he could make. What was truly disturbing to Satoru was the realization that chakra was real. One particular night, as his father was practicing hand seals in the courtyard under the dim moonlight, Satoru felt a vibration in the air that took his breath away. It was as if an invisible pressure was passing through his body and resonating with something deeply connected to his own existence.
"So, this world not only has the basic rules of Naruto, but it also respects the physics of chakra. This could be interesting… or scary," he mused as he tried to calm himself down. At that moment, he understood that chakra was not simply a fictional concept. There was a tangible sensation, a constant flow that seemed to run through all things.
Even in his current state, being just a baby, he could feel small currents of energy within himself, like a river flowing beneath the surface.
While identifying that flow was fascinating, controlling it was another story. He tried several times to concentrate in order to move that energy, but it was like trying to catch water with his hands: slippery, uncontrollable, and exhausting.
Nonetheless, these small experiences filled him with a mix of excitement and fear. He knew that if he failed to master this new system, he would be vulnerable in a world full of shinobi with deadly skills.
Over time, his parents began to show him small signs of what their daily life as ninjas was like. There were carefully stored weapons in the house, such as kunai and shurikens, and sealed scrolls that seemed to hold valuable secrets.
His mother, who seemed more calm and motherly, would often whisper songs to him while rocking him, but even in those moments he could feel the energy of her chakra.
It was warm, protective, and powerful, like an invisible barrier that was always ready to activate. On the other hand, his father was a more reserved man.
Although he tried to spend time with him, Satoru noticed the tension in his movements, as if he was constantly on alert. During a conversation he accidentally picked up, his father mentioned something about an upcoming meeting with the "ANBU."
"This is getting more complicated," Satoru thought. The possibility of his father being related to the special forces meant that high-risk missions were part of family life. Satoru began to perform small experiments. While pretending to sleep in his crib, he tried to visualize the flow of chakra inside his body, trying to move it to his limbs.
Although he was unsuccessful at first, he noticed that over time, small vibrations responded to his will. It was something minimal, almost imperceptible, but it represented progress.
"If I can learn this now, maybe I'll have a chance later," he told himself, remembering how crucial chakra was in this world. With each passing day, Satoru felt more immersed in this reality.
The rules of the world seemed clear, but so was the danger that lurked. Between his ninja parents, external threats, and the pressure of adapting to a completely new system, he knew that his life would not be easy.
But if there was one thing he was clear about, it was that his knowledge of the Naruto universe could become his greatest asset... or his worst burden.
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Note: Since I couldn't decide what time period the story was going to take place in, I decided to start this in the time skip. If anyone has a better idea, I'm open to hearing them (Yes, this story occurred to me after dreaming about a baby Gojo fighting Obito. The rest will probably be improvised on the fly XD)