Suddenly, Benjamin woke up, a strange sensation of energy in the air coursing through his body. He opened his eyes, confused, feeling something inside him that he couldn't understand. Kizashi, holding his newborn son in his arms, noticed the baby beginning to stir, as if awakening from a deep sleep. With a proud smile, he softly said:
"You've woken up, Kiseki. I am your father."
Mebuki, observing the scene, chuckled and, with tender eyes fixed on her husband, commented:
"I doubt he understands you, love. He was just born."
Kizashi, embarrassed by his enthusiasm, let out a nervous laugh.
"You're right… hahaha."
Benjamin, now Kiseki, heard everything they were saying. A thought crossed his mind with crystal clarity:
"So my name is Kiseki… and the person holding me must be my father."
At that moment, something caught his attention—a necklace Kizashi wore. It seemed to shine with an inexplicable force, as if the crystal piece held the key to something important. Before he could think further, he felt himself being lifted from his father's arms.
Mebuki, looking concerned, said softly,
"I think you've had enough for now, love. He needs rest, and so do you."
Kizashi, slightly flustered, gave a nervous smile.
"You're right, my love. I need some rest too… and Kiseki needs to be fed. I'll step out so you can both rest."
As Kizashi left the room, he thought determinedly,
"I need to have everything ready by the time we're discharged. Tomorrow, everything must be perfect for my two loves."
Back in the delivery room, Mebuki silently watched her son as if trying to understand what was happening. Kiseki, on the other hand, was deep in thought:
"What was that strange feeling about the necklace? It seemed… magical. But that can't be right. Magic doesn't exist, does it?"
Mebuki studied her baby closely, surprised that he hadn't cried since birth. She looked at him with tenderness and murmured,
"My baby, I think you're hungry."
She began to nurse him, but as Kiseki sucked calmly, the door opened, and a nurse walked in briskly.
"Excuse me, are you Mebuki Haruno?" the medic-nin asked.
Mebuki, slightly nervous, looked up.
"Yes, is something wrong?"
The nurse shook her head and, in a reassuring tone, replied,
"I just came to inform you that you'll be discharged tomorrow afternoon. I'm sorry you can't stay longer, but we've just received some ninjas who were injured on a mission."
Mebuki nodded lightly, relieved yet surprised by how quickly things were moving.
"I understand, don't worry."
Just then, Mebuki noticed Kiseki had stopped eating. Concerned, she asked,
"Kiseki, are you not hungry anymore?"
At that moment, Kiseki began to cry—a loud, intense cry that filled the room. Mebuki became even more worried, as he hadn't cried at all since birth. She looked at the nurse, searching for answers.
"Is everything okay?" she asked, her voice filled with worry.
The nurse, calm, approached the baby to examine him.
"He's fine, don't worry. Newborns sometimes cry for no apparent reason. It's normal, though not in all cases."
However, Kiseki didn't stop crying. Meanwhile, he thought, a growing sense of terror gripping him:
"What's happening? Why am I crying now? I can't believe I've been reborn in this world… THIS world of Naruto, where everything can kill me! And if what I heard is true, my mother's surname is… Haruno! A clan with that name? I don't remember one… until the truth hit me hard. That's not Sakura's surname; she's a civilian, which means I am too."
Kiseki's cries grew louder as a sense of despair consumed him. Mebuki, visibly worried, tried to calm him with tenderness but failed.
"Please, medic-nin, help him!" she exclaimed, deeply concerned.
The medic-nin, understanding, approached and said calmly,
"I'll help him. Please give me a moment."
Concentrating, the medic-nin allowed a green chakra to glow around her hands. She moved closer to Kiseki, who continued crying. Meanwhile, Kiseki, between sobs, thought:
"Why am I not part of a clan? Why am I just a civilian? Although… thinking about it, it's not so bad. The Hyūga have the Cursed Seal, the Uchiha will be massacred by Itachi—or they're already dead—and the other clans…"
Before he could continue his thoughts, a wave of warm, comforting energy enveloped him. A sense of sleep overcame him, and he finally fell silent.
Mebuki sighed in relief, seeing her son had stopped crying. She smiled gratefully at the medic-nin.
"Thank you so much."
The medic-nin nodded lightly, as if it were nothing unusual.
"It's my job. I'll take my leave now."
As the medic-nin walked away, she thought to herself:
"How strange… when I used the Sleep Palm on that baby, I felt incredibly strong chakra. I remember only the Uzumakis are born with chakra that powerful."
She dismissed the thought as another injured patient arrived, and she quickly dove into her medical duties.
Mebuki, for her part, walked happily with her sleeping baby in her arms, smiling as she thought:
"My baby, when you grow up, you will achieve great things. Even now, as a newborn, the way you see the world tells me so much about you, my love."
She ended her thoughts with a satisfied smile and, exhausted, fell asleep beside her son.
The next day, Mebuki strolled through the bustling streets of Konoha, cradling Kiseki in her arms and admiring the village's tranquility. The morning sun bathed the rooftops, and the soft chatter of merchants and shinobi filled the air. Kiseki, feeling the warmth of his mother's embrace, looked around with curious eyes. His little mind, filled with memories of his past life, couldn't help but analyze every detail.
"There's no doubt about it," he thought. "This is Konoha. At least I was born in one of the Five Great Shinobi Villages… and the strongest of them all."
As they walked through the market, Kiseki noticed a child crossing their path. The boy, no older than three or four, held a dango skewer in one hand and walked with an air of maturity unusual for someone his age. Kiseki strained to see him better, his tiny hands moving instinctively.
Before he could focus further, Mebuki greeted the boy with a warm smile.
"Hello, Itachi! How are you today?"
The boy paused and turned, his onyx eyes calm yet intense.
"I'm fine, Mrs. Haruno. Thank you for asking, but I'm in a bit of a hurry," he replied politely, his voice unusually serene for his age.
Mebuki chuckled softly.
"I see. Enjoy your dango!"
Itachi nodded, offering a faint smile, and continued on his way.
Kiseki's heart raced.
"That's Itachi Uchiha…" he thought, astonished. "Which means…"
His thoughts tangled, piecing together timelines and possibilities. Itachi was just a child, placing Kiseki several years before the main story began. The Kyūbi attack hadn't happened yet. The Uchiha massacre, Akatsuki's rise—all of it was still far in the future.
But before Kiseki could process anything further, a wave of exhaustion hit him like a wall of bricks. His tiny body, still adjusting to life as a newborn, quickly reminded him of his limits.
"Not now…" he thought, frustrated. "I can't plan like this. Why does being a baby have to be so… exhausting?"
His eyelids grew heavier with each passing second. As much as he hated it, his body wouldn't let him resist.
"Fine…" he conceded as sleep began to claim him. "I'll figure it out later. I have time."
With that, Kiseki fell asleep, his small head resting on his mother's shoulder.
Mebuki, unaware of the whirlwind of thoughts her son had been battling moments before, looked at him with a soft smile.
"You're such a curious little one," she murmured, adjusting his blanket.
She continued walking, humming a lullaby as the streets of Konoha stretched before them—peaceful yet harboring the secrets of a future Kiseki was determined to navigate.
When Mebuki reached home, she found the house decorated with colorful balloons and saw Kizashi waiting with some of their friends. Smiling lovingly, she introduced their son to everyone present.
After many greetings and conversations, their friends left, leaving the family to rest and enjoy their time as a new family.