Year 22
A young child sat quietly atop a tree branch, legs dangling, eyes half-lidded as he watched his father below.
Uchiha Fukashi moved with practiced grace, his tall, fair-skinned frame slicing through the air with gleaming blade. His spiky blue tinted with black hair, tied in a long ponytail that reached his lower back, swayed with each motion. Today, like every day, he demonstrated kenjutsu, shurikenjutsu, and taijutsu techniques, hoping to spark interest in his son.
But the boy remained unmoved.
In had been three years since Uchiha Shinichi was born. Perhaps it was the emotional trauma of reincarnation or the weight of nearly fifty years of memories as KuroiOkami, the war orphan, and Grandmaster of the Outer Knight Circle. Whatever the cause, his young body and mind struggled to contain the mature thoughts and volatile emotions of his past life.
Since birth Shinichi had followed a strange routine: drink milk, then sleep. His body instinctively shut down to prevent cognitive overload. His consciousness drifted in a haze, almost comatose, as his infant physiology adapted to the immense spiritual pressure within.
Unlike most Uchiha children, born with dormant Yin chakra and inactive Yang chakra, Shinichi's body was different. His Yang release organelles functioned steadily, producing chakra at a slow, sustainable rate to balance the overwhelming Yin chakra saturating his cells. This rare equilibrium was a biological safeguard, a unique adaptation to his reincarnated soul.
For nearly three years, Shinichi slept. His memories faded into a blur, and his emotional connection to his past life dulled. He felt detached from his surroundings, indifferent to the warmth of his new family. He was KuroiOkami, yet no longer. Now, he was just a child in a peaceful home. Or so he thought.
Until he saw his father spit a fireball from his mouth.
***
After Shinichi's birth, Minami and Fukashi were overjoyed. As their first child, they poured their hearts into raising him. But as months passed, they noticed something unusual, Shinichi slept far more than other Uchiha infants.
Concerned, they invited Baba to examine him once more.
"Hmmm.. strange," Baba murmured, her aged fingers gently pressing against Shinichi's tiny wrist.
"What?! Is something wrong with Shinichi?!" Minami asked, panic rising in her voice.
"SHINICHI!!! NOOOO!!!!!" Fukashi wailed dramatically, earning a sharp glare from Baba.
She sighed. 'What did Madara-sama see in this fool to make him his disciple?'
"Quiet!" she snapped. "The baby is healthy. In fact… too healthy."
Minami and Fukashi blinked.
"I've never seen an Uchiha child with such potent Yang chakra," Baba continued, her voice low. "And the Yin chakra… it saturates every cell in his body. His potential is… unimaginable."
Her eyes narrowed, gleaming with solemn intensity.
"Minami, Fukashi."
""H- Hai!"" they responded in unison.
"Do not speak of this to anyone. Not a word. This child may change the fate of our clan. I can feel it. His future is limitless. Watch him closely. Train him earnestly. And above all… do not let him go astray."
Minami and Fukashi exchanged a glance. A strange mix of awe and resolve passed between them.
"Shinichi is my son," Minami said firmly. "I won't let anyone harm him."
"Ha! Baba, don't worry!" Fukashi grinned, placing a hand over his heart. "I'll teach him everything I learned from Sensei. I'll protect him with my life! Not just because of his potential, but because of what sensei entrusted to me."
In that quiet moment beneath the quiet roof of their home, a vow was made. A vow born not just of paternal love, but of legacy, memory, and a promise passed down from one of the greatest shinobi the world had ever known.
***
Fukashi was born eight years before the founding of Konoha, during the twilight of the Uchiha clan's golden age. He grew up watching legends walk among mortals. They were Uchiha Madara and Uchiha Izuna, whose power and charisma made the clan's glory seem eternal.
At age four, Fukashi learned of the secret agreement between Madara and Senju Hashirama: no child under ten would be sent to war. Even after the devastating Senju-Uchiha conflict, Madra upheld this promise.
When Fukashi turned eight, he witnessed the funerals of Izuna and countless clansmen. His parents returned from battle broken; his father missing an arm, his mother suffering internal injuries that would never heal.
Despite the clan's losses, Madara refused to send children to die. Fukashi once asked why. Madara's answer was simple: "Children are the future."
After the Funeral, Fukashi saw a shift in Madara. Izuna's death had changed him. Madara's gaze no longer lingered on the present; it pierced through time, obsessed with securing peace for a future he could barely grasp.
***
Fukashi, stubborn and curious, began to follow Madara in secret. He watched the legendary duel between Madara and Hashirama with tears in his eyes, convinced his hero would fall. But instead, a miracle happened – war ended and Konoha was born.
For seven years, Fukahsi pestered Madara until the clan head finally relented and accepted him as a disciple. Under Madara's tutelage, Fukashi's skills flourished. By age 18, he had awakened three-tomoe sharingan. That same year, Madara introduced him to Minami, Madara's distant orphaned niece and daughter of now deceased Uchiha Hikaru, to train alongside Fukashi.
In Year 12 of Konoha's founding, Fukashi witnessed Madara school the Iwagakure delegates, Mu and Onoki, with ease. His awe deepened. But when Madara chose to travel the world alone, Fukashi begged to join him. Madara refused.
Then came the news: Fukashi's mother had passed away. Her injuries from the war had finally claimed her. Madara told Fukashi to stay and protect the clan. And so, Fukashi remained.
***
Year 15.
Uchiha Clan Head Residence
Madara packed lightly; only a portrait of Izuna, a few scrolls, and his battle gear.
He then approached the red armor gifted to him by Hashirama, a symbol of their alliance and friendship. Traditionally, worn only by Senju clan heads. It was a rare for an Uchiha to wear armors. But Madara had worn it proudly, alongside the Konoha Hitaite, in countless battles and missions.
Now, he would wear it one last time.
Just as he reached for it –
"I'll help you with that, Sensei."
Fukashi entered the room, quiet and resolute.
Clink, Clank.
Only the sound of armor being fastened filled the room
"Did you find you path sensei?" Fukashi asked.
"…"
"If I said I want to follow you.. would you let me?"
"Do you wish to follow me… again?"
"Yes. But I know you'll reject me. You don't like people standing behind you. Maybe if I annoy you for another seven years, you'll change your mind."
Madara frowned, then smirked. Fukashi reminded him of Izuna in appearance; but his spirit, his stubborn warmth, was more like Hashirama.
'Fate is strange,' Madara thought. 'Who would have imagined that I'd take a disciple?'
Fukashi tied the final knot. Madara tested the armor's fit, then reached for this cherished Gunbai with hesitation.
"Take it," Fukashi said. "You'll need it for your dance with the Hokage."
Madara paused. His disciple knew him too well.
"I've taught you everything I know... about this world, about battle... I've found my path. It's a burden only I can carry. Now, I entrust the clan's safety to you. The promise I made to Izuna… I pass it on to you."
Fukashi smiled, bittersweet. "Sensei, you're always chasing the future. Entrusting me with such heavy responsibility... But maybe that's why I followed you. No matter the path you take, no matter the ending you face, know this: there will always be a place in Uchiha for you to return to."
Madara gave him one final glance. That was enough.
***
After Madara's defection, Fukashi faced scrutiny from both the Uchiha elders and the Hokage. Each time, he offered only a quiet smile.
"Sensei had his own ninja path to pursue. I don't know the full details. But I hope you can honor his decision. It wasn't easy."
He was placed under surveillance briefly, but Hashirama intervened. The matter was dropped.
Years passed. Fukashi proposed to Minami and married her in Year 17, just one month after his father's funeral.
***
Since Baba's warning, Fukashi and Minami took extra care with Shinichi. They ensured he was well-fed before his long sleeps and monitored his health closely.
Before his first birthday, Shinichi began walking, stumbling at first, then moving with surprising coordination. He spoke early, using simple words like "food," "sleep," and "diapers." He never cried, whined, or threw tantrums. At first, Fukashi and Minami were relieved. Raising him seemed easier than expected.
But as they watched other children laugh, cry, and demand attention, they began to feel a quiet ache. Shinichi was too calm. Too quiet. Too detached.
By age two, he could read and speak fluently, though his short tongue gave him a slight accent. He moved effortlessly around the house, often vanishing from sight, though his parents could always locate him with chakra. What troubled them most was his indifference. His eyes, always dull and distant, never lingered on toys, games or other children. Sometimes reminding Fukashi of his sensei's gaze.
When they brought him to play with peers, Shinichi would silently climb a tree, stare at the sky, or nap. He never joined in. never smiled. Never asked questions.
Minami and Fukashi spoke often about their son, their conversation tinged with concern. They wondered if his extraordinary physiology, his immense chakra reserves and unique balance of Yin and Yang, had made him more mature than his peers. Perhaps too mature.
They decided to wait. To give him time.
***
After Shinichi turned three, Fukashi began taking him to the training grounds. Every day, he demonstrated kenjutsu, bukijutsu, shurikenjutsu, and taijutsu, hoping to ignite ta spark of interest.
At first, Shinichi watched with sharp, discerning eyes. His gaze wasn't that of a child; it was analytical. As if he were evaluating his father's technique like a seasoned instructor.
Fukashi was stunned. 'Is he assessing me?'
But after a few days, Shinichi returned to his usual indifference. The spark faded. Fukashi continued for weeks, refusing to give up.
Then, one afternoon, he took Shinichi to a quiet pond within the Uchiha training grounds. The air was still. The water shimmered under the sun.
Fukashi stood before his son and began molding chakra slowly, deliberately. His hands moved through the seals with precision:
Horse → Tiger → Serpent → Ram → Monkey → Boar → Horse → Tiger
Then…
Katon Gokakyu no Jutsu !! 火遁・豪火球の術 (Fire release : Great Fireball Technique!)
A massive fireball erupted from his mouth, roaring across the pond. It was taller than Fukashi himself, its heat rippling through the air.
Shinichi's eyes widened.
For the first time, his dull gaze lit up with disbelief. His emotionless face twitched, his lips parted slightly, his brows lifted, filled with Awe, Curiosity, and Wonder.
Fukashi saw it.
And he smiled.
After nearly two years of effort, he had finally pierced the veil. His son, Uchiha Shinichi, was beginning to awaken.