Chapter 1: Whispers of a New Destiny

The apartment was a shrine to solitude, a cave sealed off from the world. The air was thick and stale, heavy with the scent of instant noodles, dust, and neglect. The only light came from a computer monitor, its flickering blue glow casting eerie shadows over a landscape of discarded wrappers and empty bottles. On the screen, a battle of gods raged—a shinobi in vibrant orange clashed against a celestial being amidst the ruins of a shattered world.

"You have got to be kidding me!" The shout shattered the silence, raw and loud in the confined space. "I waited a week for a ten-minute episode, and now this? An ad for workout supplements? Give me a break!"

The young man slumped back in his worn chair, dragging a hand through his unruly black hair. His name was Ren, though it felt like a name that belonged to someone else now. His frame was lean, almost gaunt, his skin pale with the wan tone of someone who hadn’t seen real sunlight in years. The monitor’s glow was the only light in his hollow, tired eyes.

Once, there had been another life—family, friends, a future that stretched bright before him. All of it had been erased on a single rain-slicked night by a driver who walked away with nothing more than a fine and a court date. Ren was left with nothing but a void and a blood-money bank account. The world outside became unbearable noise. Here, in the digital glow of anime and games, he could numb himself. He could forget.

"Just look at that power," Ren murmured, his frustration dissolving into awe as the ad ended and the fight resumed. "Naruto… giving everything he has to protect what matters. To never be powerless again…" Original content can be found at N0v3l.Fiɾe.net

He leaned forward, absorbed, his world narrowing to the epic clash onscreen. He didn’t notice the air growing unnaturally still, nor the shadows in the corner of the room deepening, swirling.

A voice, smooth as oil and cold as the void, slithered directly into his mind. Do you crave it? That absolute power? To stand above all others, to crush any threat, to never be a victim again?

"Who wouldn’t?" Ren mumbled, not realizing the words weren’t from his speakers. "It’s all I’ve ever wanted."

Then it shall be yours.

The voice held terrifying finality. Ren’s head jerked up. "Who said that?" he demanded, spinning his chair around. The room was empty. A cold, primal fear lanced down his spine. "Hello? Show yourself!"

Only silence answered. Then, absolute darkness consumed him—not like closing his eyes, but like being unmade from the inside out. His last conscious thought was of the Uchiha crest, spinning endlessly on his monitor.

He never heard the news report days later about a young man found dead in his apartment, another tragic case of isolation and poor health. The world moved on, unaware one soul had been taken and another journey was about to begin.

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Konohagakure, the Village Hidden in the Leaves, pulsed with vibrant life—a stark contrast to the tomb Ren had left behind. Within the stronghold of its most formidable clan, the Uchiha, anticipation filled the air.

The home of Clan Head Fugaku Uchiha was a hive of quiet activity. Today, the matriarch, Mikoto Uchiha, was bringing new life into the world.

Fugaku stood with his trademark stillness, arms crossed within the wide sleeves of his formal robes. His face was a mask of stoic composure, the image of an unflappable leader. Yet the faint, rhythmic tap of his finger against his arm betrayed the anxiety beneath the surface.

"The midwife is the most skilled in the clan, Fugaku-sama," an elder offered. "Mikoto-sama is in excellent hands. All will be well."

"I do not doubt it," Fugaku replied, his voice low and controlled. But the tight line of his mouth suggested otherwise.

A small, calm voice spoke at his side. "Father."

Fugaku’s stern expression softened slightly as he looked down at his firstborn, Uchiha Itachi. At only five years old, Itachi’s dark eyes carried a weight far beyond his years. He was the clan’s genius, their future.

"You’ve returned early, Itachi."

"My lessons are done. How is Mother?" Itachi asked quietly, though concern edged his voice.

"She is persevering," Fugaku said, resting a firm hand on his son’s shoulder. "Soon, you will have a new duty. You will be an older brother."

Itachi’s composure faltered, his eyes widening with wonder. "A brother?"

Before Fugaku could reply, a sharp, healthy cry rang out from behind the shoji doors. The tension broke, replaced by relieved smiles and hushed congratulations from the assembled clan.

The door slid open, and the midwife stepped out with a swaddled bundle in her arms. "Fugaku-sama, Itachi-kun—congratulations. Mikoto-sama is weary but well."

Fugaku’s composure finally cracked, a genuine smile flickering across his face. "And the child?"

The midwife’s smile deepened. "Children, Fugaku-sama. Twins. Two strong, healthy boys."

A murmur of delighted surprise swept through the crowd. Twins were rare—an auspicious blessing. Fugaku’s brows rose, then settled into an expression of deep satisfaction. "Twins…"

"May I see them? And Mother?" Itachi asked, his usual reserve replaced by eager urgency.

With a nod, Fugaku and Itachi entered the room. Warmth and the scent of clean linen filled the air. Mikoto lay on a futon, pale and glistening with sweat, but smiling radiantly. In the crook of each arm lay a tiny bundle.

"Fugaku……" she whispered, voice weak but overflowing with joy. "Look at our sons."

Itachi padded closer, eyes wide as he gazed at his brothers. Both had the same fine down of black hair, yet even now their differences showed. One fussed softly, face scrunched in complaint. The other was silent—awake, calm, his dark eyes unfocused yet strangely aware.

Mikoto gently stroked the quiet infant’s head. "This one barely cried," she said tenderly. "So serene."

Fugaku looked down at his expanded family, pride swelling in his chest. Two heirs. Two sons to carry the Uchiha legacy forward.

He could not know that within the quiet infant’s mind, a foreign consciousness reeled, struggling to process a flood of unfamiliar sensations—alongside one terrifying, exhilarating thought.

What… what is this? This isn’t my room. These people… Uchiha… Itachi…?

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The calm baby, soon to be named Sasuke’s twin brother, let out a small, confused whimper. His new life had begun.