Chapter 2: 001:A new beggining
"Mom! Dad! Brother! Good morning!" said the cute little kid. He resembled a handsome man, though that would only come in the future.
"Good morning, little Sora!" replied his mother, a great beauty. She had once been a powerful ninja but had given up her career to care for her children, as was expected of her as the patriarch's wife.
She did her best, but it was challenging being married to a gloomy and serious man (not that she blamed him; leading the clan and handling its responsibilities was a stressful job).
Her only joy came from her two sons, twins, Sora and Itachi, and her best friend Kushina, who visited her occasionally.
"Mmmph" grunted his father. He didn't like to talk much. For him, words were precious, and while he loved his family, his clan took priority in his life.
"Good morning, brother," said Itachi. He was more introverted and serious than his brother, but he enjoyed the antics and games that Sora invented.
Chess was one of the few hobbies he had aside from training, though if training could be called a "hobby."
"Itachi, if you're finished, come to the lake with me," said Fugaku as he finished his breakfast.
"Yes, Father," replied Itachi obediently. He bore the responsibility of his clan, and if all went well, he would one day become the clan leader.
"Dad! Take this. I know you're taking my brother to training," said the cheerful little Sora.
"And?...Do you want to come with us?" asked Fugaku.
"Oh no, I just wanted to let you know that I prepared a bento for you and Itachi, as well as some fresh lemonade with ginger and mint. Have a nice day," said Sora happily.
He didn't want to be a ninja. He had reincarnated into this family by accident and remembered his previous family, treating this family as his own.
"Okay, thank you, Sora," Fugaku said. He didn't smile, but he was slightly pleased. His sons, twins, should have been the pride of the Uchiha clan.
However, something unexpected happened. Little Sora, against all odds, was born without a chakra system, an extremely rare mutation. At that time, Fugaku had even invited the legendary Princess Tsunade, swallowing his pride and begging her for his only son.
But even Tsunade was hopeless. His son would never be able to be a ninja. Part of him resented Sora, and part of him was scared.
He resented Sora because, as the clan leader's son, he had responsibilities but would not be able to fulfill them. He was scared because strength equated to power, and in this world, the one with the bigger fist was the right one.
"Let's go, Itachi," said Fugaku.
"Yes, Father, and thank you, Brother. Goodbye, Mother," said little Itachi politely.
"Okay, Mom! After this, can you please teach me the tea ceremony? I'm interested," said Sora. He was two years old, but in this world, children were precocious.
"Sure, Sora-kun, sure," said Mikoto. Even if she didn't want to admit it, her favorite son was Sora.
Little Itachi was polite but a bit cold, like an adult in a child's body. Meanwhile, Sora was inventive, and creative, and loved to laugh. He came up with things like unusual lemonade with ginger and mint; who would have thought that even Fugaku enjoyed it and praised him for the combination?
Or the games he invented, like checkers, chess, and Monopoly. He was the little sunshine of the clan. Mikoto also didn't know how many times she heard her son tell her he loved her.
She once asked him why, and he simply replied that while reading books, he realized life was too short. So, he wanted to express his love to his mother, father, and brother.
How could you not love him? She even paid more attention to him because she knew he would never be a ninja.
When she discovered this, she was devastated. But when she told him, he didn't react at all. He said it was a shame, but he didn't care.
He had a powerful family, a great dad, a great mother, and a great brother to protect him. He helped lift her out of the depression caused by that news. She didn't realize she was depressed until she started feeling better. You don't know you're feeling bad until you start feeling good.
Little Sora was happy. He had died trying to save his dog. When he woke up, he seemed to remember his previous life. Being a baby was not easy, but thankfully, it happened quickly. He had two years to process his death and the death of his little dog.
He knew that the chances of reuniting with his family were slim. His only regret was not telling them how much he loved them. But, well, new beginnings and a new life. He was excited to have superpowers, but when they told him he would never be a ninja, he was not disappointed.
He had lived as a "muggle" his whole life, so adapting was not difficult. Through reading the clan's book, he was glad not to have talent. Being a ninja meant being a mercenary with "honor",killing machines, tools who could perform odd jobs (like cleaning rivers or catching pets) or more serious tasks (like spying, kidnapping, or killing).
So who is the real king? The one who has more money. Why do you think there are wars so frequently? The daimyos used them to reduce the power of the ninja villages. This way, ninjas were too busy fighting each other to realize that money was king.
He had a powerful background, money, and no talent, so he could travel as he wished. He was like a little chaebol with all the benefits and none of the disadvantages. Well, someone could kill him, but who would be foolish enough to kill the little prince of the Uchiha clan?
And now, he wanted to learn the tea ceremony. He wanted to share it with an unusual friend he had.
"Okay, Mom!" said Sora.
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