At that moment, an indescribable sensation suddenly exploded inside Shiranui Itsuki's mind. It was as if countless memories of kunai-throwing techniques—every angle, every spin, every trick—were pouring into his brain.
After a long moment, Itsuki's eyes snapped open, a sharp glint blazing within them.
Mastered!
Kunai Throwing Technique!
He savored the strange, almost mystical feeling. His tiny wrists twitched in rhythm with his thoughts. Within a hundred meters, every kunai he threw would find its mark. Every. Single. One.
But perhaps his movement had been too sudden. Might Duy, noticing something unusual, walked over and scooped the little boy into his arms.
"You're awake?"
Holding the tiny Itsuki, Might Duy's face shone with a gentle smile. Ever since rescuing him from the dumpster, he had resolved to raise this child as his own.
Itsuki stared up at him, suspicion clouding his features. The closer he looked, the more familiar the man seemed. Thick eyebrows, a ridiculous watermelon-shaped haircut, and a bizarre purple jumpsuit… it was an odd mix of familiarity and strangeness.
Could he be some important figure from the Naruto world?
Itsuki frowned. Nothing in his memory matched this face.
"Don't cry, don't cry…" Might Duy saw Itsuki frown and mistook it for fear. "Don't worry—I'm not a bad man. I'll make sure you grow up safely, along with little Dai."
Might Duy… that name rings a bell…
Itsuki pondered quietly, while Might Duy continued talking to himself.
"You're too young to remember your own name, huh?" Might Duy mused. "Alright, then you can take my name. You'll be… Might Kei!"
"Might Kei?!"
The name made Itsuki's eyes widen like saucers.
Might Dai… Might Kei…
No wonder he felt that familiar tingle. He'd heard these names before—throughout the Naruto manga. The mentor of Konoha Twelve's Li Rock, Kakashi's close friend, a man so fierce he nearly stole the ending with one kick.
Of course, such a man hadn't been born yet. Right now, his father—Might Dai—lay beside him, watermelon head and all, dozing cutely.
So… I was saved by Might Kei's grandfather.
Itsuki examined Might Duy carefully. His son and grandson would one day master taijutsu to its peak—but this man, in history, seemed to have vanished quietly. In fact, Might Duy hadn't made a single notable appearance in Naruto. Most likely, he died during the First Great Ninja War…
Seeing this goofy, watermelon-headed man, Itsuki's resolve hardened. Since you saved me today, I won't let you die in vain. He decided—he would protect Might Duy, rewrite his fate.
Then it hit him.
Might Duy… Konoha Year 12…
Now Itsuki fully understood the weight of Konoha Year 12. The overpowered Konoha kids hadn't been born yet; even their parents were still infants. Under these circumstances… Itsuki could alter history itself. He could change the fates of countless people—and maybe even rewrite the story of Naruto entirely.
The thought made him shiver with excitement.
Might Duy, still holding Itsuki, scratched his head in confusion. "Are you cold? Or don't you like the name Might Kei? I thought it was perfect… I was even planning to use it for my grandson…"
Breathe… Itsuki inhaled deeply. "Keep it for your grandson. I already have a name: Shiranui Itsuki."
"Shiranui… Is that a real name?" Might Duy tilted his head, puzzled.
Now knowing this was Might Kei's grandfather, Itsuki spoke more casually. After all, the Might Kei family were famously hot-blooded and reckless—best to deal straightforwardly.
Sure enough, Might Duy didn't question why a two-year-old spoke so confidently. He scratched his head seriously. "Shiranui Itsuki… hmm, doesn't sound as cool as Might Kei."
Itsuki chuckled, hopping down from Might Duy's arms. The warmth from the system had strengthened his hands—and his body had benefited slightly as well. Not yet adult-strong, but he could move freely.
Standing on solid ground, Itsuki felt fully at home in the Naruto world for the first time.
Konoha's world… Shiranui Itsuki is here!