Sando liked two things, Clouds and Anime. As a child he always wished to fly, to be around the clouds, to be with them in their glorious journey across the world. There was freedom that the clouds had that they could never achieve. Because he was poor, very poor. Unfortunately, he was never able to accomplish his dream to fly, sickness took his soul before he could save up enough. But he had not lost hope and on his lonely deathbed, he peeked through the holes in his grass roof, looked at the clouds, and weakly declared.
"In my next life, I will be a cloud"
As the sickness took hold of him, a smile bloomed on the young man's face as he blissfully faded away into his eternal slumber, dreaming of clouds one last time.
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When my consciousness returned to me, I was surprised. I should be dead, I had felt as my heart stopped pumping, and my body stopped moving as I finally slipped into my eternal sleep. But now here I was.
"Actually where am I" I ask aloud as I look around. Well, I try to, but my head doesn't move very much and my mouth doesn't open.
I tried to move around a few more times, I tried to kick my way out of whatever was holding me back, but everything felt sluggish, it felt like I was stuck in some type of liquid. Maybe I had been sent to some secret facility by the government and was being experimented on. But just as I was about to be experimented on a flash of memories came to my mind.
They showed me meeting a god, getting a new life in the Shinobi World and getting four wishes. Wishes, I think I used fairly wisely. One was spent being born in an Alternate Universe a few years before the founding of the Great Villages, the second was to be born in the founding clan of Kumogakure. I used the third to be born with the same potential as Shisui Uchiha, I had originally wanted to choose Hashirama, but he and all the other reincarnations were off-limits. So, I picked the next best option. The last (and most important) was to be born with my own personal Kekkei Mora called Cloud Release. I couldn't achieve my dreams in my last life, but I was damn sure I would achieve them in this one. I would be one with the clouds, no! I will control them!
I promised in my heart as I kicked around, though I barely moved . And to clarify, by potential I was strictly told I would not have any of his other attributes, just strictly the ability to reach the peak of strength he would be able to reach. Which was more than fine with me, since the boy had enough untapped potential to be one of the strongest people to ever live. Can't ask for much more, with the strong body my clan's bloodline would naturally grant me. I will become a force to be reckoned with in the near future.
Speaking of my body, I now knew where I was, and I wasn't exactly happy with it. I was in my mother's womb. I don't really enjoy the idea of having consciousness right now, since it doesn't really serve me much. Maybe I could try to feel my chakra, but that would be more harmful than good since activating my chakra pathways this early (if they're even developed yet) would lead to my growth being stunted. So really there wasn't much benefit for me to being here. Even going over cannon in my head wouldn't be very useful, since I chose to be born in an au. So my next best option was to sleep and hope the time flew by.
Fortunately, sleep was something that was coming very easily for me, as my brain got really foggy as I thought about it. I guess my brain can't handle all these thoughts just yet.
A year has passed since I was born, nothing particularly interesting happened. The only thing I will say is I made it my mission to display a level of genius that would get me attention but not suspicion. I needed to be valued, not feared in the years to come. I was the genius of the A Clan not the demon. Anyway, my plan succeeded spectacularly, only I wasn't the only baby that was showing great talent. There were a few of us that had shown some level of extraordinary traits. Whenever my mother was around, I regularly heard people talk about the Bright Generation.
Speaking of my mother, she was the light of my life. A beautiful dark-skinned, red-haired and golden eye woman. She was the epitome of the woman in our clan. She was sweet caring and very nurturing. But she had a brutality and spark to her that stood out every now and again. Especially when she spoke of matters of war with my father. Her brightness showed then, as she would always come up with amazing tactics or suggestions to my father that would help him in the war efforts. She was the rock of our small family. Like most mothers she kept things running. While my father fought, she took care of our home, finances, and me. All while keeping up with her training.
If I had to categorize her strength from what I have seen, and from what I know of the anime, I would say she was around a Special Jonin. She is chunin in basically every other area, but her kenjutsu is on another level. It was truly something special to witness, she always kept me nearby when she trained. Even my father would regularly spar with her and ask her for pointers. That one thing I will admit about my father, as absent as he may be (through no fault of his own), he was very humble and was willing to learn from any source. But if I am being honest, I look up to my mom far more than my father. Actually, I look up to the woman of the village much more than the men.
One of the reasons is because I spend the most time with them. See, the woman of the village basically raises all the kids together. This is the reason why I know there are other talented babies. Regularly while my mother runs errands or goes on an occasional short mission, I was left with another mom and treated just like I am her firstborn son, it was nice having multiple moms. Also, every few days the moms and all the woman in general, will get together to have a woman and kids day. During that time the women would enjoy themselves and talk about their lives and dreams whilst the children will play with one another. This might sound like a lot of people, but it's no more than 20 to 25 people in total. With only about ten being adults, another six to ten people being teen girls and the last six of us were the babies.
During this time, I have been playing with the other five kids of my generation: Black, Grey, Purple, Yellow, and Pink. And I am named White, funnily enough. Our names are a little weird, even for a clan with a weird name. I have come to learn that we won't get our actual letters (A,B,C etc.) until we turn six and compete for this name. Our final rankings will determine our name. A is first, B is second, and so on. There will only be up to F, which just so happened to be the limit the clan allowed. We were lucky, some of the previous generations had a lot of their kids cut off from the ranking and had to take normal names. My mother was one of them.
Currently, I am at one of these 'woman and children days' and it is our 'training time' which really means, strenuous stretches being forced upon us by our parents. My mother has just picked me up and set me on my stomach on her lap.
"Whose ready for their training, little white is, yes he is" she cooed to me in her baby voice as she tickled me, I was unable to hold back my giggles.
Some might think it was weird for a man to be so comfortable in a baby's body, but not me. I had decided long before I was born that I was going to enjoy this life to the fullest. I was a baby, and I would play my part. My last life sucked, and I would do my best to keep the sucking to a minimum in this one. Though, I did tone the crying down to an absolute minimum, but turns out that wasn't that crazy considering the other kids cried far less than normal babies. Not to say they were super extraordinary, but they were definitely out of the norm. I don't know if it is a special trait of our clan, or if that is just how this world was in general.
Our little training session lasted around an hour, with my mother and all the other moms putting the children through all types of exercises. I can't say they were wrong in doing so, as after it my little limbs did feel a bit better, but we all were very tired after it. Our mothers put us back in our play pen where we all slowly drifted off into blissful sleep while the party just began for them.