Caution: This chapter is a work of fiction and bears no connection to the real world. It is a product of a creative mind.
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"Mommy, I'm heading to work now!" I called out, shutting the gate behind me. My steps were brisk as I made my way toward the office, the morning sun casting long shadows across the pavement.
To clarify, I'm not a child. I'm a 32-year-old office worker, and the "mommy" I mentioned? She's the nun who raised me at the orphanage. A saint in the eyes of the world, but in truth, she exists under my thumbâher thoughts and memories meticulously shaped by my skills in hypnosis. A hobby of mine, one I practiced in secret, allowing me to manipulate anyone and anything to suit my needs.
As I crossed the street, a flash of white consumed my vision. The screech of tires was the last thing I heard before the impact. Pain erupted through my body, and I realized what had happened. A truck. How poetic. The classic isekai trope had claimed me.
"This can't be how it ends," I thought bitterly, crumpled on the ground, my life draining away. "I never even got to experience a relationship, let alone with someone younger! Why does fate hate me so?"
Everything went dark. Pitch black. Time seemed to stretch endlessly, a void without sound or sensation. Then, slowly, a faint light began to flicker in the distance. It grew brighter and brighter until I found myself standing near an infant, bundled tightly in a soft blanket.
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"Congratulations, Lord Fourth!" A masked ANBU agent exclaimed. "You have twinsâa boy and a girl!"
Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage, beamed with joy, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. Kushina Uzumaki, his wife, smiled weakly as she held their newborn son and daughter, the exhaustion of childbirth giving way to maternal pride. The moment was pure bliss.
But bliss doesn't last long in the shinobi world.
A swirling void materialized in the corner of the room, and from it stepped a figure cloaked in darkness. His mask bore the unmistakable orange spiral of the man known as Tobi. In his arms were the twins, snatched away in the blink of an eye.
Minato's heart stopped. His hands clenched into fists as rage and fear coursed through him. "Not while I'm alive!" he roared, vanishing with a flash as he used his Flying Thunder God Technique to intercept the masked intruder.
Tobi, however, was no ordinary foe. His Sharingan glowed ominously as he manipulated space and time, evading Minato's Rasengan with an unsettling calm. "They're not meant for this world," he said coldly. "Their destiny lies elsewhere."
Minato's desperation fueled his speed. Again and again, he teleported, each strike aimed at reclaiming his children. But Tobi was slippery, flickering in and out of existence with his Kamui. Meanwhile, Kushina, still recovering, forced herself to rise, her chakra flaring dangerously as the seal on her stomach cracked.
"You dare take my children?" she snarled, her voice a guttural growl as Kurama, the Nine-Tails, surged forth. The room shook as waves of malevolent chakra erupted, forcing Tobi to retreat momentarily. But his resolve was unshaken.
A fierce battle ensued. Minato's precision and Kushina's raw power clashed with Tobi's cunning and speed. Each attack was met with an equal counter, the battlefield becoming a whirlwind of destruction. Yet, despite their combined strength, they couldn't stop him.
With a final, mocking glance, Tobi opened a Kamui portal and disappeared with the twins. Minato and Kushina were left standing amidst the ruins of their home, the cries of their stolen children echoing in their ears.
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Five years passed.
Kushina Uzumaki now lived in a modest house on the outskirts of Konoha. The twins, Naruto and Hana Uzumaki, were her pride and joy, even if the village treated them like pariahs. The loss of Minato weighed heavily on her, but she persevered, determined to protect her children no matter what.
Naruto, ever the protective older brother, adored Hana. Though only five, he carried himself with a maturity far beyond his years, shielding his sister from the harsh whispers and cold stares of the villagers. To the outside world, they were "monsters," blamed for the Nine-Tails' attack. But to each other, they were everything.
"Big Brother, look!" Hana called out, pointing to a butterfly flitting through the garden. Naruto smiled, his heart warming at her innocence. Moments like this reminded him why he endured the hatred of the world. For her.
That evening, they returned home as the sun dipped below the horizon. Opening the door, they were greeted by Kushina's warm smile. "You two are late!" she teased, her hands on her hips. "Dinner's getting cold."
The twins giggled as they sat down to eat, the simple meal filling the air with the scent of warmth and love. But as they ate, Hana's curiosity got the better of her.
"Mom, why do the villagers hate us?" she asked softly, her wide eyes filled with confusion. "Why don't their children play with us?"
Kushina's chopsticks paused mid-air. The question hung heavily in the room, the weight of it pressing down on her chest. She forced a smile, her voice gentle yet firm. "It's not your fault, Hana. People fear what they don't understand. But you're strongâboth of you are. And one day, they'll see that."
Naruto's fists clenched under the table. He knew the truth. He had overheard the whispers, the slurs, the accusations. The villagers didn't just fear them; they despised them. And he swore to himself that he would make them pay.
For now, though, he smiled at his sister, ruffling her hair. "Don't worry, Hana. You've got me. We don't need anyone else."
Kushina watched them with a heavy heart. She knew the road ahead would be difficult, but as long as they had each other, she believed they could weather any storm.