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Chapter 1: I Will Become ...Hokage?
Prologue: A Life Cut Short
Taichi Sato stood in his cluttered apartment, surrounded by stacks of textbooks, star charts, and half-finished coffee cups. The faint hum of his laptop filled the room as he reviewed his latest research notes. Tomorrow was the day—after a decade of relentless study, sleepless nights, and personal sacrifices, he would finally earn his Ph.D. in astrophysics. At 27, he was on the cusp of becoming a scientist, a dream he'd chased since childhood.
"One more day," he murmured, a tired but triumphant smile spreading across his face. He decided to step outside for some fresh air, the weight of anticipation making him restless.
The night was cool and quiet as Taichi walked down the empty street, hands stuffed in his pockets. He didn't notice the two figures trailing him, their steps silent and purposeful. Earlier that day, a woman named Aiko had argued bitterly with her husband, Hiroshi. In a fit of rage, she'd hired a pair of lowlife thugs to "deal with him." But the killers, sloppy and careless, had mistaken Taichi for Hiroshi, who lived in a similar apartment complex nearby.
As Taichi turned into an alley, a sharp pain exploded in his chest. He staggered, clutching at the wound as a second blow struck his back. "W-what…?" he gasped, collapsing to the cold pavement. The thugs loomed over him, realization dawning too late in their eyes.
"Wrong guy," one muttered, panic creeping into his voice.
They fled, leaving Taichi to bleed out alone. His vision blurred, his dreams of scientific discovery slipping away with every shallow breath. "So close…" he whispered, before darkness swallowed him whole.
Meanwhile, Hiroshi reported the "attempted attack" to the police, unaware that his wife had orchestrated it. By morning, the couple had reconciled over breakfast, their dispute forgotten, oblivious to the life they'd unintentionally ended.
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A New Beginning in a Familiar World
Taichi's consciousness flickered back to life, warm and disoriented. He felt cradled, his body small and fragile. When his eyes finally fluttered open, he saw a woman gazing down at him with tender affection. She had long dark hair and gentle eyes—features he recognized instantly.
"Welcome, my little Taichi," she said, her voice soft and loving.
Taichi's mind reeled. Mikoto Uchiha? Beside her stood a stern man with sharp features and a proud gaze—Fugaku Uchiha, head of the Uchiha clan. No way… I'm in the Naruto world? He tried to speak, to demand answers, but all that escaped was a feeble gurgle. His vocal cords, undeveloped and weak, betrayed him. Panic surged as he realized the truth: he'd been reincarnated as a baby, the first child of Fugaku and Mikoto.
Retaining all his memories from Earth, Taichi quickly pieced together his situation. He was the older brother of Itachi and Sasuke, neither of whom had been born yet. But knowing where he was didn't make it any less humiliating. I'm 27 years old, and now I have to… drink breast milk? The thought made him squirm inwardly as Mikoto fed him, his tiny hands flailing in silent protest. Worse still were the diapers—being changed by his new mother was a mortifying necessity he couldn't escape.
As weeks turned into months, Taichi adapted to his infant body while observing his surroundings. The Uchiha compound, with its traditional architecture and disciplined atmosphere, confirmed he was in Konoha. One day, two familiar figures arrived at the house: Minato Namikaze, with his unmistakable yellow hair, and Kushina Uzumaki, her red locks as vibrant as ever.
"Congratulations, Fugaku, Mikoto," Minato said warmly, peering at Taichi. "He's got a strong look about him already."
Kushina grinned, leaning closer. "He's so cute! Makes me wanna have one too, ya know!"
Taichi, nestled in Mikoto's arms, couldn't respond, but his mind raced. Kushina's not pregnant yet. That means I'm years away from Naruto's birth—and Sasuke's. He filed away the timeline, determined to use his knowledge of the Naruto anime to his advantage.
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Growing Up Uchiha
As a toddler, Taichi faced the absurd challenge of relearning basic skills. Walking was a clumsy ordeal, and speaking came slowly, though he deliberately kept his words simple to avoid suspicion. Inside, he was a sharp-minded adult, analyzing everything from the Uchiha's daily routines to the village's political undercurrents. His parents noticed his unusual perceptiveness.
"He's quick for his age," Mikoto remarked one evening, watching Taichi stack wooden blocks with uncanny precision.
Fugaku nodded, a rare hint of pride in his voice. "An Uchiha through and through."
Taichi smirked internally. If only you knew how much I'm holding back. He was biding his time, waiting for the right moment to act on his foreknowledge and protect his family from the tragedy he knew loomed ahead.
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Itachi's Birth and a New Power
Four years later, the Uchiha household buzzed with excitement as Mikoto gave birth to her second son, Itachi. Taichi, now a lanky four-year-old, stood by her bedside, watching the tiny bundle in her arms. He felt a mix of affection and unease—he knew Itachi's future genius and the burden it would bring.
That night, as the house settled into quiet, a strange sensation jolted Taichi awake. A glowing panel materialized before his eyes, hovering like a mirage.
[Sign-In System Activated]
User: Taichi Uchiha
Welcome! Sign in daily to receive rewards from the Naruto anime.
Taichi blinked, stunned. A system? Like in those isekai stories? The interface explained itself concisely: each day, he could claim a reward—abilities, items, anything from the Naruto universe. Curiosity piqued, he mentally selected "Sign In."
[First Sign-In Reward: One-Tomoe Sharingan]
A searing heat flared in his eyes. Taichi stumbled to a small mirror in his room, gasping as he saw the red glow of the Sharingan, a single tomoe swirling in each iris. This is real… I've got the Sharingan at four years old!
The next morning, Mikoto noticed immediately. "Taichi, your eyes!" she exclaimed, a mix of awe and worry in her voice.
Fugaku stared, his usual stoicism faltering. "The Sharingan… so young. This is extraordinary."
Taichi rubbed his eyes, feigning confusion. "They feel funny," he mumbled, playing the innocent child. But inside, he was thrilled—and a little terrified. Word of his awakening spread like wildfire through the clan, and soon, the village would know too.
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The Ultimate Mission
Later that day, as Taichi adjusted to the enhanced clarity of his Sharingan, the system pinged again, displaying a new message in bold text.
[Ultimate Mission: Become the Hokage of the Leaf Village]
Failure: Die Horribly
Reward: Otsutsuki Clan Bloodline (Peak)
Taichi froze, his heart pounding. Hokage? Me? The idea was daunting. He was an Uchiha in a village that distrusted his clan, with figures like Danzo lurking in the shadows. Failure meant a gruesome death—his second one—and he had no intention of letting that happen. But the reward… the power of the Otsutsuki at their peak? It was a prize worth risking everything for.
"I'll do it," he muttered under his breath. "I'll become Hokage and save the Uchiha. No matter what."
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The Village Stirs
News of a four-year-old awakening the Sharingan reached the Hokage's office within hours. In a dimly lit chamber, Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage, sat across from Danzo Shimura, his advisor and leader of Root.
"A child of four with the Sharingan," Hiruzen mused, puffing on his pipe. "It's unprecedented."
Danzo's single visible eye glinted with suspicion. "The Uchiha grow bolder. This boy could be a weapon—or a threat. We can't ignore it."
Hiruzen frowned. "He's a child, Danzo. But I agree, we must be vigilant. I'll order the ANBU to tighten security around the Uchiha district."
Danzo inclined his head, though his thoughts were already twisting toward darker plans. "A wise decision, Hokage-sama."
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End of Chapter 1
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