An age-old question: Is there reincarnation after death?
Others might not know, but he was reborn.
Kirito looked at his fair, chubby little hands, then at the huge four-person busts on the distant cliff, covered in white snow, and sighed softly.
Strictly speaking, he was reincarnated. In his previous life, he died in an accident and never expected to open his eyes and see a nurse holding scissors.
However, being reborn again didn't make him any happier.
Because this was the Naruto World.
In his previous life, he had watched some of the anime intermittently. He couldn't remember the specific details, but he knew the general plot. This was a high-risk world! Saying human lives were as cheap as grass was no exaggeration.
Looking at the police station with the Uchiha Clan crest in the distance, he was glad he hadn't been reborn into the Uchiha Clan. He didn't have any system to rely on, otherwise he definitely wouldn't escape the fate of clan extermination a few years later.
"Kirito~"
A young woman's call came from afar. It was his mother's call, probably signaling that dinner was ready.
"I'm here." Kirito stood up and waved to his mother.
His mother, Liya, was a beautiful and gentle woman with no surname, possessing traditional good virtues and upbringing. She was stroking her lower abdomen, bending over and waving.
Kirito trotted over, took his mother's hand, and walked towards home.
This year was Konoha 52. The Nine-Tails Attack happened four years ago, and occasionally newly built two-story houses could still be seen on both sides of the street.
Kirito was born not long after that and had muddled through the danger.
His family in this life was quite good. They had a three-story house, with a general store on the ground floor. While not wealthy, they never lacked food or clothing.
Lunch consisted of fried fish, three portions of sushi, a small plate of pork cutlets, and a portion of natto.
The pork cutlets were his own. People here generally ate little meat, and the daily meat allowance for three meals was a privilege Kirito had claimed by virtue of his young age.
Ever since he discovered this was the Fire Shadow World, he strongly demanded to eat meat. Sufficient nutrition was key to physical development, and the body's energy was even more related to his future Chakra reserves.
Across the dining table, his young father put down the newspaper and glanced at his son, who was eagerly eyeing the food, then grinned.
His father in this life was named Karuto, a very common name, and like his mother, he had no surname. It was a bit strange why commoner couples had such good upbringing and decent family assets.
"I'm going to eat!" Kirito grabbed his chopsticks and picked up a pork cutlet, putting it into his mouth.
His father shrugged, and his mother's pretty eyes narrowed, gently tapping her son's small head with her chopsticks.
"So impolite again. Your father hasn't even said we can start eating."
It wasn't that Kirito didn't understand manners; of course, he did. It was just that a grown man's soul was crammed into a small body, and he didn't want to be a perfectly obedient child who listened to his parents from a young age. So, he intentionally acted like a mischievous child in some insignificant small details, so that when he truly made his own decisions, it wouldn't seem so abrupt.
A pair of chopsticks picked up a piece of fried fish and placed it on Kirito's plate. Kirito raised his small head and gave his mother a sweet smile, then also picked up a piece of fried fish and placed it on his mother's plate.
The young beautiful woman's eyes curved into crescent moons as she smiled.
Cough, cough.
His father across the table feigned a light cough.
Kirito understood, stood on the stool, and picked up a piece for his father across the table.
For a moment, the room seemed filled with warmth.
"Father."
"Ah?" The young father stopped smiling, looking at his adorable young child across from him.
"I want to be a Ninja." Kirito put down his pork cutlet, saying it as if it were a trivial matter.
The room suddenly became quiet, the cozy atmosphere instantly vanished.
The couple exchanged glances, and Liya put down her chopsticks.
"Why does Kirito want to be a Ninja? Did someone bully you?" Liya's voice was a little serious, but she tried to make her words sound gentle.
Picking up a piece of sushi and putting it in his mouth, Kirito gave his parents a strange look, thinking that wanting to be a Ninja in Konoha Village was a perfectly normal thing to do. But as a Transmigrator, he quickly came up with a legitimate reason.
"I want to be a Ninja, learn Ninjutsu, and then I can protect Father and Mother!"
Liya's eyes almost sparkled. She looked at her son with an indescribable tenderness, but then she thought of something and turned to look at her husband.
"Father and Mother don't need Kirito's protection yet, oh. If Kirito doesn't become a Ninja, Father will buy you a big toy!"Karuto said seriously, with a hint of helplessness.
If I were really a four-year-old, I might have agreed, but unfortunately, this cute little body contained the soul of an old adult. Kirito was very surprised by his parents' reaction. He had waited until he was over four years old to bring up the idea of becoming a Ninja, which was already very restrained. Other Transmigrators, by this time, could already punch a Jonin and kick a Hokage.
If it were another world, he would just lie flat, copy some poetry, some songs, and then flirt with beautiful women and show off. But this was the Fire Shadow World! If he didn't become a Ninja, would his fate be controlled by others? The butterfly's wings had already begun to change the moment he transmigrated, and the longer the time, the greater the change. He didn't want to gamble on luck; Konoha was very dangerous.
Besides, since he had transmigrated once, who wouldn't want to master extraordinary power? In his previous life, he had even studied cultivation with a Quanzhen Taoist priest.
"I don't want toys, I want to be a Ninja!"
"No!" Liya shook her head, refusing, and then added another piece of fried fish to Kirito's plate.
Kirito stopped talking and dutifully began to eat. He was no longer a three-year-old and wouldn't argue with his parents here. Although he didn't know why his parents refused him to be a Ninja, this was Konoha Village, and Ninja were everywhere. As long as he was determined, there were opportunities to get started everywhere. Once he learned to refine Chakra, the raw rice would naturally be cooked. Moreover, the Ninja School's doors were open. If a child ran in to play, no one would care if a four or five-year-old child was secretly learning; at most, they would be picked up and taken out.
"I'm full!" Kirito put down his chopsticks, got off the stool, wiped his mouth, and ran downstairs.
"Run slower, don't go too far, okay?" His mother, Liya, couldn't help but remind him.
"Got it!"
It's so nice not to have to wash dishes!
The feeling of living another life was still very good, although he had forgotten why he transmigrated. Especially in this life, his body was excellent, as if he had endless energy, and his eyes were particularly bright. In contrast, his eyes in his previous life were as if the world was covered with a thin veil, even though his eyesight in his previous life was 5.1.
The human body cells in the Fire Shadow World were 130 trillion, while people in his previous life only had 40 to 60 trillion. He wondered if that was the reason.
Pedestrians walked in twos and threes on the street, and a group of little kids ran by, whooping and having a snowball fight.
Kirito just walked aimlessly. He wasn't wearing many clothes, but he didn't feel cold.
He just didn't want to stay at home; there was nothing fun to do, and he didn't want to bother pretending to be a child.
Bang, bang, bang!
Several sounds of metal piercing wood.
Kirito quickly looked up and saw two young boys in the woods ahead, one about eleven or twelve, the other about four or five.
The older boy was wearing a blue robe with a prominent ping-pong paddle embroidered on his back.
Ah, from the Uchiha Clan.
He had been thinking randomly and hadn't paid attention to his direction.
"Hey! Why are you peeking at my brother's training!" The smaller boy ran up to Kirito, his childish face serious.
"Huh? I was just wandering around, I wasn't paying attention!" Kirito smiled, rubbing his head, looking innocent.
"Alright, Sasuke! This is a public place, anyone can come here." The older boy smiled, walking over and patting Sasuke's head.
Uchiha Sasuke, then this must be Uchiha Itachi. He's very handsome and smiling, showing no hint of his future deranged self.
"But, Big Brother, you can only teach me!" Sasuke looked up, pulling on Uchiha Itachi's clothes and shaking him from side to side.
Eww~ Uchiha Sasuke, you're not a three-year-old anymore, why are you still acting so spoiled? It's a bit feminine.
"Big Brother, you're so amazing, can I watch your training?" Kirito tried to make his tone sound sincere.
Sasuke turned his head and glared at Kirito. Kirito plastered a smile on his face, looking somewhat simple-minded.
Uchiha Itachi was slightly surprised, then immediately smiled.
"Of course, you can."
Hmph! Sasuke turned his face away, trying not to get angry, but was immediately captivated by his brother's figure, looking at him with admiration.
Bang, bang!
Uchiha Itachi continued his training. He threw Shuriken from various angles, sometimes stepping on trees, sometimes somersaulting in mid-air, sometimes two Shuriken would clash in mid-air and change direction, but they always landed in the bullseye of the various wooden targets.
It had to be admitted that even at this age, Uchiha Itachi's Shuriken technique was an art form.
Not far away, Sasuke took advantage of Uchiha Itachi's break to wipe his sweat. One had a full smile, the other a face full of doting affection.
Kirito tried hard to control himself from showing any negative expressions. He still hoped to watch more; whether he could learn it or not, understanding more was good.
Unconsciously, the sky gradually darkened.
Watching Uchiha Itachi carry Sasuke on his back, preparing to leave, Kirito quickly went up and bowed slightly.
"Thank you, Big Brother, for letting me watch your training. May I know your names?"
Uchiha Itachi smiled, and Sasuke quickly patted his brother's shoulder.
"Brother, don't tell him!"
Gently adjusting his younger brother on his back to make him more comfortable, Uchiha Itachi pressed the back of his head against his brother's forehead.
"Uchiha Itachi, and he is Uchiha Sasuke."
Sasuke snorted and buried his head in his brother's back.
"Alright, Sasuke, you should make some friends."
Hmph!
"My name is Kirito!"
Hmph!
End of the Chapter.