"There are two lives we live. The one we remember… and the one we're meant for."
The End Before the Beginning
Pain. Blinding, searing, overwhelming pain.
The sound of sirens and muffled shouting was the last thing he remembered. His vision was fading, caught in flickers of red and blue light as the life bled from his broken body. He wasn't a hero, nor a martyr—just a man in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
So this is it, he had thought. What a stupid way to go.
There was no tearful farewell. No grand finale. Just stillness... then darkness.
And then, without warning—light.
The Rebirth
"Push!"
The voice was shrill, urgent.
"He's almost out—keep going!"
There was crying in the background. Not the wailing of grief, but the gasping sobs of a newborn.
Wait… what?
Consciousness slammed into him like a wave. A cold rush, blinding light, the smell of antiseptic and sweat. A thousand sensations hit him at once—sound, heat, pressure, unfamiliar lungs trying to scream as air filled them for the first time.
His eyes—fresh, undeveloped—fluttered open.
He was… tiny.
Helpless.
Alive.
Hidden Leaf Village
Renji was born after kyuubi attack . He had time to prepare for inevitable. The Hidden Leaf was recovering, rebuilding. The scars of battle had begun to fade, though the shinobi world never truly knew peace.
To the outside world, he was just a civilian-born child. No grand bloodline. No clan name to carry.
But Renji knew better.
He was someone else before this. Not just an ordinary man, either. He'd lived in another world entirely—one of cities, internet, and trains. A place where "chakra" was fiction, and the shinobi were legends on a screen.
But here… the rules had changed.
He had another chance.
Childhood: The Quiet Watcher
Renji didn't speak for almost a year. Not because he couldn't—but because he was watching.
Watching chakra-infused nurses move faster than any human should.
Watching a man in green spandex race past his window at dawn.
Watching masked shinobi disappear in the blink of an eye.
He was reborn into a world he had once only dreamed of—the world of Naruto.
And more importantly, he was the same age as Hinata Hyuga. Which meant…
"I have time."
Time to train.
Time to learn.
Time to change fate.
Because he knew how this world worked.
He knew the wars that were coming. The monsters that hid behind masks. The boy who would carry a demon. The Uchiha who would burn it all down. And the girl—shy, sweet Hinata—who would one day rise with the strength of a lioness… if she didn't get crushed first.
"Not this time," he promised himself, as he took his first shaky steps.
Meeting Naruto – The Loudmouth Storm
It was a bright spring morning when Renji first met him.
He was in the Academy yard, trying to climb the small stone wall that separated the play area from the shinobi training field. Still small, still clumsy. But determined.
"Oi! You suck at climbing!"
Renji turned, annoyed.
A boy with sun-kissed hair and a stupidly wide grin was hanging upside-down from a tree branch nearby.
"I'm Naruto Uzumaki!" he yelled, like it was some kind of battle cry. "And I'm gonna be the next Hokage, dattebayo!"
Renji blinked.
He couldn't help it—he laughed. Hard.
Naruto's face turned red. "What's so funny?!"
"You. That hair. That volume. You look like a screaming traffic cone."
Naruto blinked. Then grinned. "Heh. You're weird. I like you."
That was the beginning of everything.
First Glance: The Girl with Moon Eyes
Renji saw her that same day.
She was watching them from the shade of a sakura tree, her pale lavender eyes wide, half-hidden behind the thick bark.
Tiny hands clasped nervously in front of her chest. Raven hair neatly combed. The crest of the Hyuga clan sewn into the fabric of her kimono.
Renji recognized her instantly. Hinata Hyuga.
In the show, she was the quiet one. The overlooked one. Bullied. Beaten down. Burdened with expectations and rejection.
But Renji saw something else in her eyes.
Curiosity. Kindness. Potential.
He offered her a smile.
She turned redder than the setting sun and ran.
Perfect, he thought.
Training Begins
By the age of four, Renji had begun to experiment.
Not publicly—he wasn't stupid. But in private, he pushed his chakra. Felt it. Molded it. It was like learning to walk again—but this time, he had a manual. He remembered the theory from countless wiki articles, fan pages, and guidebooks.
Chakra control.
Nature affinity.
Hand seals.
Basic kata.
He wasn't a genius. But he was relentless.
By age five, he could stick to trees longer than most Genin.
By six, he could mold chakra into a crude shape—like a flickering, malformed shuriken.
And through it all, he played the fool. Just another quiet orphan kid. Friends with the village pariah and the weird Hyuga girl. No one paid him much mind.
Just how he liked it.
Secrets in the Shadows
But Konoha had eyes.
A masked man in black watched from the rooftops.
His eye—a single Sharingan—narrowed slightly every time Renji trained.
"Kakashi," a voice whispered in his earpiece. "Report."
"…Something's odd about that kid," the ANBU replied.
"Clan?"
"None. Civilian born. But chakra reserves are abnormal. Control is… unnaturally refined."
"Keep watching."
"…Hai."
Closing Notes – The Spark Ignites
Renji didn't know he was being watched.
He didn't know that his future was already starting to twist around him.
But he could feel it.
The tension.
The hum of destiny vibrating through the village like a quiet storm waiting to break.
He had one life before. One wasted on doubts and delays.
This time, he would not be the observer.
This time, he would be the spark that lit the flame.