Reincarnated as Naruto with Sukuna's Powers

Chapter 12: Sukuna Ryomen

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(After a few weeks)

Haku sat in the dimly lit kitchen of his family's small, shabby house, listening intently to his parents' conversation.

The room was modest, with rough wooden walls and a dirt floor. A small fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the walls.

The scent of the snow-covered village outside seeped into the room, making him feel peaceful.

His father, a burly man with calloused hands and a weathered face, leaned forward, his voice low but intense. "Did you hear about the child, Naruto Namikaze?" he said, his tone tinged with both awe and disdain. "They say he single-handedly killed 600 assassins from Kumogakure."

Haku's mother, a slender woman with kind eyes that seemed tired beyond her years, nodded slowly. "Yes, it's hard to believe. A child of only five years old," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Haku, who had been idly sipping hot water from a chipped cup, perked up at this revelation.

He stared into the steaming liquid, his mind racing. A five-year-old child, capable of such power? Could he ever become that strong?

His father continued, his voice growing harsher. "That boy, Naruto, he's an Uzumaki. You know what that means. Those chains of theirs... they're kekkei genkai, just like the ones we despise."

His village had just emerged from the ravages of war, and the hatred for those with kekkei genkai ran deep. His own father harbored a particular disdain for the Uzumaki clan, believing their chains were a form of kekkei genkai.

Haku's mother nodded again, but if one looked closely, they could see the hesitation in her eyes. She agreed, but her agreement was hollow, a mere echo of her husband's sentiments.

Haku turned his gaze to the small window beside him.

The view was bleak, snow-covered fields stretching out as far as the eye could see. He took a deep breath, savoring the warmth of the hot water before setting the cup down.

"I'm going to play outside for a bit," he announced suddenly, rising from his seat.

His father's eyes narrowed. "It's too cold outside. Stay here and help your mother."

"I won't be long," Haku insisted, already moving toward the door.

His mother reached out a hand, concern etched on her face. "Haku, listen to your father."

But Haku was already out the door, his feet crunching on the fresh snow. He didn't look back, despite the protests that followed him.

The cold air bit at his cheeks, but Haku hardly noticed.

He made his way to a small pond at the edge of the village, a place he often visited when he needed to think.

The pond was frozen over, its surface a smooth, reflective sheet of ice.

Haku crouched by the edge, watching his breath mist in the air.

He had seen shinobi perform incredible feats with their jutsu, and he had always been fascinated.

He made a hand sign he had seen them use, focusing intently on the pond before him.

Nothing happened at first. Haku gritted his teeth, groaning in frustration. He tried again, and again, until finally, the water beneath the ice began to ripple.