Chaos in the Another World: The Oddball's Reign

Chapter 2: Welcome to Konoha, Now Let's Break It

The sound of distant crying brought me back to consciousness.

Not crying in the dramatic, heart-wrenching, "Oh no, my life is over" kind of way. No, this was newborn crying—high-pitched, relentless wailing. It took me a second to realize that one of those crying babies was me.

Oh yeah. I was a baby now.

And that's when the full weight of my situation hit me: I had just been reincarnated. Not just reincarnated anywhere reincarnated in the freaking Naruto world. Oh, and the wailing? That meant I was in a hospital or something, surrounded by newly birthed little shinobi-in-training.

I tried to move. Nothing. Tiny, stubby limbs refused to cooperate.

I squirmed, grumbling in my mind. How did babies do this? Everything felt oversized, and I felt incredibly weak. There was drool on my face, and a part of me wanted to scream out of sheer annoyance.

"Really, goddess? A baby?" I thought. "Couldn't you have fast-forwarded me to at least age five or something?"

But no, here I was, stuck in my adorable little baby body, with no control over my limbs. On the plus side, I had my three wishes: unbeatable chakra control, alchemy, and genjutsu immunity. On the downside, it would be years before I could really take advantage of any of those powers.

Years of being a baby.

Great.

The first year was pure chaos, and I'm not talking about the kind I enjoy. There's only so much I can do as a baby. Manipulating chakra is pointless when you can't even sit up properly, and trying to mentally map out Konoha when you're stuck in a crib is... frustrating, to say the least.

But, as I learned to crawl, walk, and—most importantly—speak, things started to get fun. Very fun.

By age three, I could speak fluently. My "parents"—two nice, if entirely forgettable villagers—thought I was a child genius. And you know what? I wasn't going to argue with that.

Life as a toddler in Konoha had its perks. There was no school yet, no expectations of ninja greatness. Just a lot of time spent watching people. Observing. Learning. I knew exactly where I was—just a month before the Nine-Tails attack. Konoha was peaceful, but I knew that wouldn't last long.

Naruto wasn't even born yet. Soon, the village would burn, the Hokage would face off against a massive fox, and the timeline would begin its march toward chaos.

But not if I had anything to say about it.

The night of the Nine-Tails attack was fast approaching, and I could feel it in the air. The village was tense, even if no one outright knew what was coming. The shinobi seemed more alert than usual, and the ANBU squads were frequently patrolling the village outskirts. Everyone was on edge.

Except me. I was thrilled.

As a toddler (well, technically three, but close enough), I couldn't directly interfere with much yet. But I didn't need to get involved right away to have fun. No, I was playing the long game. A few subtle, seemingly innocent moves now would set the stage for absolute chaos later.

On the night of the attack, I managed to sneak out of the house (because what kind of reincarnated genius wouldn't?) and found myself on a high rooftop, perched safely where I could watch the carnage unfold. The Nine-Tails appeared in the distance, an enormous, fiery blur of orange and red as it tore through the village, roaring like a natural disaster given form.

I knew what was supposed to happen next: Minato would swoop in, save the day, and seal the Nine-Tails inside Naruto. But where's the fun in letting things go exactly as planned?

I grinned to myself, stretching out my tiny arms. My chakra control was unmatched, even in this tiny body. With a flick of my wrist, I directed my chakra toward the ground below, reshaping the stone just enough to throw off some of the defending shinobi. They stumbled, confused, as the terrain shifted slightly beneath their feet.

One of the ANBU nearly face-planted into a pile of debris, and I had to stifle a laugh.

This was just the warm-up act.

Minato Namikaze appeared in a flash of yellow light, as dramatic as ever. Even though I wasn't a fangirl (okay, maybe a little), I couldn't help but admire his speed. The way he moved—it was no wonder they called him the Yellow Flash.

He raced to Kushina's side, preparing to seal the Nine-Tails into their newborn son, Naruto. Everything was going just as it was supposed to... except for me.

I waited for the exact moment when Minato started the sealing process. I didn't want to stop it entirely—just make a tiny adjustment. A little nudge in the wrong direction.

As Minato began the intricate process of sealing the Nine-Tails into Naruto, I sent a tiny surge of chakra into the ground again, nudging a large stone just enough to distract Minato for a split second. He didn't even realize it—he just had to adjust his stance. A barely noticeable change.

But that was all it took.

The sealing still happened, of course. Naruto got his foxy roommate, just like in the original timeline. But I knew that tiny shift would cause a ripple effect. Maybe Kushina wouldn't die. Maybe Naruto's seal wouldn't be quite as stable. Maybe... things would start to go a little off-course.

I grinned, watching from the shadows as Minato finished the ritual and the Nine-Tails was sealed away. The village was in ruins, but Konoha had survived. Just barely.

I could already see the cracks forming in the timeline.

In the weeks following the Nine-Tails attack, life in Konoha began to settle into a strange sort of normalcy. The villagers mourned the loss of the Fourth Hokage and Kushina (or so they thought), and Naruto was left an orphan with a mysterious burden. No one knew the full extent of what had happened that night—except me.

I kept to myself mostly, blending in as the weird kid who talked too much and played pranks on the other toddlers. I mean, it wasn't like anyone suspected a three-year-old of messing with the Hokage's grand plan, right?

But that was the thing about being underestimated. It made my job so much easier.

The truth was, this world was my playground now. Everything about it—the people, the events, the very timeline itself—was up for grabs. Sure, Naruto had his big destiny with the Nine-Tails, and Sasuke had his whole I'm-gonna-get-revenge vibe, but I was here to see how much chaos I could cause without anyone noticing.

I had my powers, my chakra control, and the biggest advantage of all: knowledge. I knew what was supposed to happen, and I could mess with it in the most amusing ways possible. The best part? I had years to plan.

Naruto was still a baby, after all. I had plenty of time to mess with his life.

Years flew by, and I found myself walking into the Ninja Academy as an eight-year-old, ready to begin "official" training as a Konoha shinobi. Not that I needed it. I was light-years ahead of these kids.

Strange enough I was put in the same class-year of Naruto, apparently since I am an orphan, they put priority to the one that have a family first. Which led me to "lose" the opportunity to study at the academy because there is no other place available in the classes, so I had to wait. And here am I, pretending to be of the same age as Naruto because of my height.

Iruka-sensei had no idea what he was in for. Neither did Naruto, Sasuke, or any of the other kids in my class.

I sat in the back of the classroom, watching as Iruka introduced us to the basics of being a ninja. Chakra control, basic taijutsu, throwing kunai—all the stuff I could do in my sleep.

Naruto sat next to me, fidgeting with his headband. He was loud, obnoxious, and already on Iruka's bad side. Sasuke was sitting in his own little corner, brooding like it was his full-time job. The rest of the class? Forgettable.

But me? I was already planning my next move.

"Let the games begin."