What would happen if the most knowledgeable and possibly psycopathic Naruto Fan was reincarnated into the world as the adopted brother of Itachi? Well, this story aims to tell you exactly that!
I'm not planning on posting regularly. Instead, I'm gon...
〔Btw this story takes place during the Second Great Shinobi World War, where Fugaku would be around 20 years old〕 I was born as an unwanted child, unwanted by my Clan, unwanted by my people, by my father. So... I chose to become someone that was wanted, and that's why I came here, on the fronts of the Second Great Shinobi World War.
"Fugaku I hope you know that your not supposed to be here you'll one hundred percent be punished for abandoning your post at Ground B but since you saved the life of our captain we'll try our best to lessen your punishment thank you..."
"Thank you, sir."
We had just finished a long and drown out battle concluding in our victory. It was all smiles until they appeared...
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"As soldiers of the Village hidden in the Henges, we've come to declare our conquest of Konohagakure with a showing of superiority."
"You may say your prayers now..."
A group of 5 Hidden Henge Soldiers put their gloved palms toward us and with a small prayer cause glowing Runic Symbols to appear on their gloves.
"Let the ᛟᚲᛖᚨᚾ guide you. Amen."
"!!!"
A sea of fist sized water bullets rain down on the Konoha Shinobi, who were fatigued to do anything about it but not me.
(Gah!)
With all my might, I throw myself to the ground as the water bullets rain down on my comrades.
(I can't die now! Just as another capable Shinobi lost to time!! I want to be as great as him... the Second Hokage, so please, please, Kami!!! Let me LIVE!!!!)
In that moment, the sound of bodies being punchered and cracking earth stopped giving way to pure deafening silence. I begrudgingly raise my head once more despite everything in my body telling me not to, and my eyes widen out of pure shock.
(No! I-it can't be!!)
"..."
My blood runs cold seeing my best friend and comrade in arms with a fist sized hole through his liver and shoulder. He spits out a ton of blood and turns back toward me.
"Hehe, it's bad, isn't it...?"
I only lay there trying and failing to take deep breaths.
"...tell Makane... I took down 5 of those bastards."
I look on as my frie- no brother dies in front of my eyes, starting the flames of revenge.
"Agh!"
I clutch my head as a burning sensation shoots through my eyes. I strugglingly pull my hand off my eyes, just barely noticing a fresh velvet liquid streaming down on them.
(Blood?)
At that moment, I notice the blood dripping on the ground, getting slower and slower until it near entirely stops. I then look up at the area around me, seeing every minutiae detail.
