Bang! Bang!
The sound of Yamamoto Ryuusei striking the trees echoed through the dark forest. As he glanced at the setting sun halfway over the horizon, he wiped the sweat off his forehead and ventured deeper into the woods. A while later, he emerged carrying two gray rabbits. He studied the unusually swollen belly of the rabbit in his right hand.
"This one's about to give birth. Let's wait until it has its litter before eating it. We'll cook the male rabbit tonight," Ryuusei muttered to himself. He placed the female rabbit carefully into a small bamboo basket he had crafted, secured the lid, and slung it over his back before heading toward the village.
"I'm back!"
A gentle voice greeted him as he entered the house. "Hoshi-chan, you're back. Oh, you caught a rabbit today?" said a kind woman, taking the bamboo basket from him.
"Yeah, but the female's about to give birth, so we'll keep her for now. Let's cook the male rabbit tonight."
"Alright, I'll make braised rabbit. You go take a bath first."
"Okay, thanks, Mom. Call me when dinner's ready."
After washing up, Ryuusei lay on his bed, staring at the massive rock carvings of the Hokage etched into the cliff outside his window. His gaze lingered on the face of the First Hokage, Senju Hashirama.
"How on earth did I end up in such a dangerous world?"
Ryuusei sighed deeply. He wasn't a native of this ninja world. He hailed from a blue planet—Earth. Back there, he was an ordinary high school student in the Celestial Dynasty. His grades were average, and apart from reading novels and comics, he had no notable hobbies. So, why had he been transported to Naruto?
When he first arrived, he had found himself in the body of a two-year-old. It took him another two years to grasp the local language. At first, he thought he had been sent to ancient Japan and had grand plans to use his knowledge to live a prosperous life, complete with a harem of wives and concubines. But those dreams were shattered when he saw people leaping like superhumans and wielding fire and water. The moment he witnessed a man with long, black hair using Mokuton (Wood Release), he realized he was in the world of Naruto.
Worse yet, it was the Warring States Period—the most chaotic and dangerous era. To make matters even bleaker, he had no golden finger or cheat system.
"Oh, come on, at least give me something! I don't need Sharingan or Byakugan. I don't even need to be born into the Senju or Uzumaki clans. Sarutobi or Nara would've been fine… but no, I'm stuck as a civilian from a family with zero ninjutsu."
Still, there was one silver lining: his father, Yamamoto Shuichi, was a blacksmith working for the Senju clan. Being part of the Senju's domain provided a sense of security.
A year ago, the Senju and Uchiha clans had reached a truce and jointly founded the village of Konohagakure. Other clans, such as Sarutobi, Akimichi, Yamanaka, and Hyuga, soon followed, creating the foundation of what would become the Five Great Shinobi Nations.
"Hoshi-chan, dinner's ready!"
"Coming!"
Ryuusei headed downstairs to the table, where only his mother, Yamamoto Nami, was seated. "Is Dad not coming home tonight?"
"No, Hokage-sama tasked him with making extra ninja tools to replenish the stock. He'll be working late. Can you take this dinner box to him after you eat?" She handed him a neatly wrapped package.
"Sure, I'll head over after I'm done."
After dinner, Ryuusei made his way through the village streets. Unlike the bustling nightlife of modern-day Konoha, this early version of the village was quiet at night, with most residents already resting. Only the blacksmith shops, taverns, and the red-light district remained lit.
Walking past the red-light district, Ryuusei couldn't help but glance at the provocatively dressed women calling out to potential customers. He sighed as he looked down at his six-year-old body.
"Back to being a kid... Just when I thought I'd finally grown up in my last life. How tragic!"
Suppressing his frustration, Ryuusei arrived at the blacksmith shop. The shop was split into two sections—one for ninja tools and one for farming tools. Inside, Yamamoto Shuichi was hard at work, alone.
"Dad, I brought dinner!"
"Thanks, Hoshi. Set it on the table," Shuichi replied, washing his hands before joining his son. He then grabbed a black package from the shelf and placed it in front of Ryuusei.
"Open it," Shuichi said with a smile.
Inside was a ninja tool pouch and a small scroll labeled Chakra Refining Technique.
"Dad! How did you get this?" Ryuusei exclaimed.
"I've seen how hard you've been training these past years. I know you want to become a ninja. With the Warring States period over and Konoha established, it's finally safe to pursue that dream. Senju Miyuki-sama gave this to me today—said it's a gift for my years of service to the Senju clan."
"Dad…" Ryuusei's voice trailed off as he held the scroll tightly. This was his ticket to the ninja world—a chance to make something of himself.
That night, as Ryuusei lay in bed, his mind raced with possibilities. With this technique, he could refine chakra, excel in the future ninja academy, and perhaps even become a Hokage's apprentice. Dreams of glory filled his head as he drifted off to sleep.
Meanwhile, in the next room, Yamamoto Nami expressed her fears to her husband. "Do we really have to let Hoshi-chan become a ninja? What if he dies in a war?"
Shuichi held her gently. "He's determined. And with Senju Miyuki-sama offering to guide him, we should support his dream. Konoha is safer than before, but danger still exists. If Hoshi-chan becomes a ninja, he might be able to protect himself—and us."
Reluctantly, Nami nodded. The lights in the Yamamoto household went out, but for Ryuusei, tomorrow marked the beginning of a new journey.
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