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Naruto: rebirth

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During his effort to save the girl he was in love with from committing suicide, Tom died when the railing he was holding onto, broke. But when he woke up, he was reborn as the son of an Uzumaki and an Uchiha. But he was not born in the hidden leaf, but rather in the hidden rain village. And because of clan issues, had to grow up away from his father and elder sister who presumably died in the Uchiha massacre. But fate had other plans. Sometime after he turned 15 and was about to turn 16, his life completely changed in the span of two short days. The story from chapter 4 onwards takes place between the timeskip between the OG series and Shippuden, to be specific, six months before the beginning of Shippuden. Also while I did add the harem tag MC won't go around catching waifus like pokemon. There will be a very small harem in the future and I will take my sweet time developing it. So don't expect much until the pain arc. The story will be extremely long because I want to flesh out everyone to some extent and give each harem member a legitimate reason and give their relationship a lot of development. I don't own any of the characters except for the OC's I created. The cover image is ai generated. ---------------------------- Warning!!!!! There will be incest so keep that in mind while reading this. Also this book is a work in progress so there will be changes in the future, and I'm open to suggestions. And join my discord to meet other readers and discuss ideas about the story. I'd appreciate it. https://discord.gg/7S2QHrkGFU Update: Because of various reasons, I'm unable to complete this story at the moment. But, I'm planning on making a rewrite of it, and tie it into a few other stories I'm writing, as a 5 part saga. So stay tuned for my new stories, as part of the "Fate of the Anomalies" saga. Join the discord server to know more about it, and give your opinions on it.
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"A Smile Over the Abyss"

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