Akira Uchiha — Vivienne World (POV)
My name is Akira Uchiha.
I am eight years old.
And I am from Vivienne World.
Just hearing my name is enough to make people react before I even speak. Some look at me with admiration, others with expectations so heavy they feel suffocating.
A few hide their envy poorly. And there are also those whose eyes carry something darker—resentment, fear, even hatred.
All of that has nothing to do with me.
It has everything to do with him.
Akira Uchiha of the Chronarch World.
The savior of the ninja world.
The god of life.
The god of time and space.
The one who rewrote fate, broke worlds, and stitched them back together as if they were nothing more than torn pages in a book.
I am currently studying at the Imperial Shinobi Academy.
Third year.
The academy itself is located in Chronarch World.
As for my future… I have already decided.
I want to pursue a career in Medical Technology and Chakra Healing Science.
Today, after finishing my classes, I was on my way back home.
At present, my parents and I do not live in Vivienne World. We live in Chronarch world instead.
The reason is simple.
Chronarch world is far more developed. Even after three years, the Uchiha clan still continues to move between both worlds. And more importantly—the relationship between the Uchiha Clan and Konoha in Vivienne world is… strained, to put it lightly.
Because of that, many Uchiha have chosen to settle in Chronarch World.
Still, I never expected that today—
Today would be different from all the others—
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Akira Uchiha — Chronarch World (POV)
Konoha — East Royal Garden
Akira finished the last of his light snack, brushing the crumbs from his fingers as he rose to his feet. The picnic beneath the cherry blossoms had ended peacefully, both of his fiancées still lingering behind, chatting softly as they packed away the remaining food.
He adjusted his cloak and began walking toward the main headquarters building. There was still paperwork waiting for him—not that he particularly minded it.
In fact, Akira often found himself confused when he thought about the countless Naruto fanfictions he had once read.
In nearly ninety percent of them, the protagonist would somehow become Hokage, only to dump all the paperwork onto Shikamaru or the entire Nara clan and then disappear on some long vacation.
He never understood that logic.
If you wanted to be Hokage, then do the work. If you didn't, then step aside and let someone capable take the position.
What annoyed him most was how those protagonists occupied the seat of power while neglecting their responsibilities, even though the workload itself wasn't truly overwhelming. From Akira's own experience, it took about four to five hours a day—at most.
He didn't mind that kind of responsibility. What he didn't want was to become like Naruto—so buried in duties that he missed his own child's birthday.
For Akira, the work was structured and divided clearly.
His role was to oversee two entire worlds.
The Fire Country was under Itachi. The Wind Country was managed by Gaara. Other nations had their own heads and administrators, each responsible for their domains.
Minor matters were handled by dedicated managers and departments long before they ever reached his desk.
Akira's job was simple in concept—review reports, approve decisions, correct mistakes, and ensure balance across both worlds.
As he walked, lost in thought, he realized he was only about five minutes away from his workplace.
That was when he sensed a familiar presence.
Akira slowed his steps.
Ahead of him stood someone he recognized immediately.
Akira Uchiha.
Or more precisely—
The original Akira from the Vivienne World.
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Third person of view
Akira ( Vivienne World ) skipped a few steps ahead before stopping in front of Akira — Chronarch World and giving a small, polite bow.
"Good afternoon, Big Brother," Akira — Vivienne World said cheerfully. "So… how was your date?"
Akira — Chronarch World paused mid-step.
For a brief moment, confusion flickered across his face. He looked down at the younger version of himself, clearly trying to figure out how that information had reached him so quickly.
Akira — Vivienne World noticed the reaction immediately and smiled wider.
"Well, yesterday I met Second Mother," he said casually. "She told me about it."
That explained everything.
Akira — Chronarch World exhaled softly, then nodded once. "I see."
After a short pause, he asked, " Kids shouldn't talk about elders matters.
Do you want to come to the headquarters with me?"
Akira — Vivienne World's eyes lit up instantly. He nodded with obvious excitement, barely containing himself.
Seeing that reaction, Akira — Chronarch World allowed a faint smile to form. Without another word, the two of them turned and began walking toward the headquarters together.
As they entered the massive building, Akira — Vivienne World's attention scattered in every direction. His gaze darted from desk to desk, from shinobi to civilians, watching reports being delivered, seals being activated, and divisions coordinating with one another.
Even though he had visited the headquarters many times before, the excitement never seemed to fade.
It reminded Akira — Chronarch World of something distant and familiar.
The first time he had been brought to his father's workplace.
That same feeling of freedom—wandering through halls where everyone else was busy, restricted—while he alone was allowed to simply exist and observe.
It was like being the only free person in a room full of responsibility. Like standing above the rules without consciously realizing it.
Of course, Akira — Vivienne World wasn't thinking in such terms. To him, it was just exciting. Interesting. Fun.
Soon, they reached the inner section of the headquarters—the core offices of the Shinobi Council.
Akira — Chronarch World stopped and looked down at Akira — Vivienne World.
"Give me an hour or two," he said calmly. "Then we'll go home."
Akira — Vivienne World nodded immediately. "Alright."
After a brief pause, he added, "If I don't have anything else to do… I'll go meet Uncle Itachi for a while."
Akira — Chronarch World nodded in approval. "That's fine."
With that, the two separated—one heading deeper into responsibility and governance, the other walking lightly through corridors filled with history, curiosity, and quiet admiration.
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Three hours later.
The sun had begun its slow descent, painting the sky in warm shades of orange and gold.
The Uchiha Food Court was quieter now, nearly free of guests, leaving the wide space calm and open.
Opened a few years ago, the food court had grown into something extraordinary—dishes from every corner of the ninja world gathered in one place.
Culinary masters from both worlds traveled here willingly, drawn by generous pay and, more importantly, the prestige that came with cooking under the Uchiha name.
Akira (Chronarch) and Akira (Vivienne) moved from stall to stall, trying anything that caught their interest. Before long, both of them had their hands full—plates stacked, boxes balanced precariously.
Eventually, they settled in a nearby quiet garden beneath newly lit street lamps. Akira (Chronarch) placed the food down carefully, spreading everything out on the grass, and the two of them began to eat.
For a while, Akira (Vivienne) remained silent fully concentrated on the food.
Noticing this, Akira (Chronarch) glanced at him and asked casually,
"So, kid. How's school?"
Akira (Vivian) nodded, his expression brightening.
"It's easy. Honestly, it's too easy," he said. "I've talked to Father and Mother many times about skipping grades and moving ahead, but they won't agree.
Big Brother can you try to convince them?"
Akira (Chronarch) smiled faintly at that.
He understood exactly what Akira (Vivienne) meant. In the old ninja systems—there were prodigies who skipped entire stages, jumping directly from academy students to higher ranks.
But under the Imperial Council of Shinobi, such customs didn't exist.
There was no shortage of soldiers anymore. No desperate need to rush children onto battlefields.
More importantly, Akira (Chronarch) believed school wasn't just about strength. It was about living, learning, and growing as a child should.
Six years of compulsory education applied to everyone equally. After that, anyone could pursue advanced studies, degrees, or specialized training if they wished.
Smiling gently, Akira (Chronarch) said,
"Well, I can't do anything about that."
" Tsk"
Akira Chronarch noticed the visible disappointment on Akira Vivienne's face.
He smiled softly and asked,
"So, what do you want to do in the future?
Have you decided??"
"I've already decided," Akira Vivienne replied.
Hearing this, Akira Chronarch nodded, signaling him to continue.
"I want to pursue further studies in Medical Technology and Chakra Healing Science," Akira Vivienne said. "And… I want to become a great ninja like you. With just a wave of a hand—and a few seals—heal and revive thousands of people in the blink of an eye."
As he spoke, Akira Vivienne looked at Akira Chronarch with pure admiration, his eyes shining as if filled with stars, like a child gazing at his greatest hero.
Akira Chronarch had seen that look countless times before. Almost every academy student carried the same dream—to become like Akira (Chronarch). After all, most of the courses they studied had been designed by him. Idolization was inevitable.
Yet Akira Chronarch noticed something unusual.
Akira Vivienne's expression was complicated.
It surprised him. Such thoughts were rare for a child.
He asked gently, "What's wrong? Why are you thinking so much?"
Akira Vivienne fell silent for a moment. Then he finally spoke.
"Big brother… are we really the same person in each world?"
Akira Chronarch was momentarily confused, but he nodded. "Yes. What makes you ask?"
Akira Vivienne took a breath. "According to studies by the statistics and survey departments, when the same parents exist in both worlds, the child's talent usually remains the same.
If A and B create C in both worlds, then C's potential, behavior, and characteristics are almost identical."
Akira Chronarch listened quietly.
"So," Akira Vivienne continued, "I keep wondering… why couldn't I save the Uchiha clan in my world? Why did I have to wait for your arrival to save them?"
His voice lowered.
"Uncle Kakashi told me that when you were my age, you already had C-rank—maybe even B-rank—strength. But me? I'm only at Chunin level. Elite Chunin at best. You could only call it high D-rank."
He clenched his fists slightly.
"Back then, you already had a three-magatama Sharingan. I only have two—and even that was because of chakra technology, your help, and the Uchiha clan's support. You did everything alone."
Akira Vivienne looked down.
"Sometimes I wonder… are we really the same person?"
He paused, then spoke again, more quietly.
"When I think about my future, I get confused. My goal is to become you. But then I ask myself—why do I want to become you? Should I become you… or should I become myself?"
Akira Chronarch remained silent after hearing Akira Vivienne's words.
But the expression on his face slowly changed.
Because for the first time, he realized—
Akira Vivienne was not doubting his strength.
He was doubting his identity.
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Akira Chronarch understood something then—something he had overlooked for far too long.
The children of the ninja world had always been precocious.
Six-year-olds thought about love and rivalry.
Four-year-olds questioned the meaning of life.
Seven-year-olds were already sent to battlefields.
That had once been normal.
But over the years, Akira Chronarch had unknowingly adapted to a gentler, more modern ninja world—one where children were allowed to feel, to hesitate, to dream without being crushed by destiny too early.
Akira Vivienne, however, was different.
From the moment Akira Chronarch had revived him, Akira Vivienne had not only been given a second life—he had inherited expectations, responsibilities, and an invisible crown far heavier than any royal title.
People from both worlds looked at Akira Vivienne and saw a successor.
A future god.
The next pillar of the ninja world.
Akira Chronarch had once thought that was fine. After all, he was still alive. There was no rush, no real pressure—at least, that was what he believed.
He had even agreed that Akira Vivienne should be treated like a prince of two worlds.
Anything he wanted, he could have.
Anyone he wished to learn from, he could approach.
In ancient times, Akira Vivienne's position would have been valued more than a crown prince of an empire.
With that privilege, Akira Chronarch believed, responsibility would naturally follow.
But now—he understood.
The pressure hadn't come from others.
It came from Akira Vivienne himself.
Comparison.
A quiet, relentless thing.
Humans compared themselves to feel satisfaction, to find motivation—or to drown in disappointment. When comparison was healthy, it inspired growth. When it wasn't, it hollowed a person from the inside.
And Akira Vivienne had begun comparing himself to Akira Chronarch.
Not as a mentor.
Not as an ideal.
But as a reflection.
A reflection that was hundreds—no, thousands—of times brighter.
To Akira Vivienne, it felt as though he was the "original," while Akira Chronarch was an impossibly perfected version of himself. And standing before that version, every flaw felt magnified.
It was like seeing another you—one who became a legend, achieved everything, stood at the peak of the world—while you yourself stood far below, no matter how high you had already climbed.
Even if you owned ten cars, you would still feel poor standing beside the version of you who owned a thousand.
That feeling—
That quiet doubt—
That disappointment—
It was natural.
And Akira Chronarch finally realized that Akira Vivienne wasn't questioning his future.
He was questioning his own worth.
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Akira Chronarch looked at the setting sun, its light stretching long shadows across the garden, and then spoke again, his tone calm but deliberate.
"Do you know who Chronarch is?"
Akira Vivienne nodded. "Yes. I've heard the theories. Many people say Chronarch is a future version of you… someone who traveled back through time and space to save yourself from the Uchiha tragedy, to end the wars, and to bring peace to the ninja world.
They say that after that, you (present )grew stronger, awakened your Rinnegan ability—Kagami no Heikan—and gained the power to move freely through time and space. And then the present version of you became Chronarch."
Akira Chronarch listened quietly, then nodded.
Well, it's not exactly like that, but it's a good explanation. One that people can accept.
Akira Chronarch thought to himself.
He turned his gaze back to Vivienne Akira. "Do you know when I first met him?"
Vivienne Akira shook his head.
"When I was five years old," Akira Chronarch said. "That was the first time I met him. I trained under him. Step by step, I grew stronger. And eventually, just like you said, I awakened my Rinnegan… and I became Chronarch."
Vivienne Akira nodded slowly, absorbing the words—but confusion flickered in his eyes. He couldn't understand why Akira Chronarch was telling him all this.
Akira Chronarch noticed that expression and continued before the boy could ask.
Akira Chronarch then asked calmly, "Well… when was it that I met you?"
Akira Vivienne answered without hesitation, "When I was five years old."
Akira Chronarch nodded once more. "Then, if I tell you the truth," he said slowly, "I can only say this—when I was five years old, I was exactly the same as you were when you were five. There was no difference between us."
Akira Vivienne's eyes widened slightly, as if something had clicked. "Then… you mean—"
Akira Chronarch nodded, a faint smile forming on his lips. "You could say that the difference between you and me is simple. I met my future self. And you met me. That alone made our paths different."
He continued evenly, "My path forced me to grow stronger quickly. I had to save the Uchiha Clan. I had to stop wars. I had to survive. That is why my strength advanced faster than yours. But that strength came with blood, pain, and losses."
Akira Chronarch paused.
Akira Vivienne's eyes reddened slightly, emotion surfacing as he imagined the hardships Akira Chronarch had endured—the sacrifices, the countless battles, the burden of saving not just one clan, but an entire world.
Akira Chronarch nodded to himself, then went on, "I fulfilled my purpose. I stopped the Uchiha Clan tragedy. I rebuilt Konoha. I rebuilt the ninja world."
Then he looked directly at Akira Vivienne.
"Akira Uchiha of Vivienne World."
At his name, Akira Vivienne straightened unconsciously.
"Your goal is not to compare yourself to me," Akira Chronarch said firmly. "You and I are the same—and yet not the same. Our circumstances are different. I awakened my Sharingan earlier because I had to. Because if I didn't, I would have died."
He shook his head slightly. "That is not your path."
"Find another purpose," he continued. "Your purpose. I found mine, and I completed it."
Akira Chronarch's gaze softened.
"So remember this," he said quietly. "I didn't try to become Chronarch. I simply became myself."
He placed a hand lightly on Akira Vivienne's shoulder.
"You shouldn't try to become me. You should become you."
" Hmmm "
" Well, so how is she ?? "
" Who?"
" Hehehe, don't try to act innocent.
I know all about your relationship with her."
" Ahhh, there is nothing going on between us. We're just friends. "
" Yes, Yes you are just friends."
"I am telling the truth, believe it."
" Yes yes, I believe it. "
" Ahh, you are annoying"
" Yahahahhah"
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