Fanficbased on Naruto (by Masashi Kishimoto) and Bleach (by Tite Kubo). This is a fan-made story with no official affiliation. The content is shared as part of the creative rewards on my Patreon.
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"Goodbye, Morgan. I'd love to stick around and watch how you adapt, but I've got important things to do—like finishing the 20th Century Boys anime." He paused, then added, "By the way, my name's The Screenwriter... or you can call me The Real One."
Before Morgan could respond, a flash of light engulfed him, and his entire surroundings vanished.
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When he finally opened his eyes, what he saw was completely different from anything he had expected.
His vision was blurry, and when he tried to move, he realized something unsettling: his body wasn't responding the way it used to.
That's when he noticed his small, clumsy, unfamiliar hands in front of his face. The dark tone of his skin was nothing like what he remembered.
—"What the hell...?"—he thought, though the words never left his mouth.
The body he now inhabited wasn't just any baby's—it was a child version of Yoruichi Shihōin.
Just as the Writer had said, he had been reborn as Yoruichi—but as a baby.
Looking around, Morgan realized he was in the arms of a woman. She looked at him with love, but her face was soaked in blood, and her eyes were beginning to dim with each passing second.
"Your name will be Yoruichi Nagumo," she said in a trembling voice. "It means 'Cloudy night over the fields,' 'Wandering night cloud,' 'Shifting night clouds.' I hope you live a peaceful life, like someone from the countryside... that you keep moving, wandering without walls... that you know how to change, to adapt to every situation, like a cloud that shifts its form under a starry or sunny sky..."
She spoke each word slowly, as if she had been reflecting on them for a long time. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she held Morgan with what little strength she had left.
"I'm sorry, my love... I'm sorry I won't be there as you grow up. I'm sorry I can't protect you... sorry for being a bad mother..."
Before she could finish speaking, the woman let out her final breath, and her eyes finally dimmed.
Morgan, now in his baby form, couldn't fully understand what was happening—but an inexplicable pain filled his heart.
Overwhelmed by emotions, he began to cry uncontrollably.
"Waah! Waah! Waaaah!" he sobbed as his tiny body trembled.
A group of people rushed over. All of them wore forehead protectors with the Kumogakure symbol engraved on them.
One of them ran to the fallen woman, while another gently picked up the baby in her arms.
"Miss Sakura didn't make it," one of them said in a grave tone, checking the woman's pulse. "The wound was too severe... but the baby is healthy."
Carefully, they laid Sakura's body on the ground. A ninja closed her eyes, his face solemn as he lowered his forehead protector to cover his own.
"We were too late…" said the woman holding Yoruichi, rocking him gently. The gesture slightly calmed the baby, though his emotions were still in chaos.
"Those damn Konoha ninjas," another muttered bitterly. "They found the home of the Two-Tails jinchūriki's family."
The words hit the group like a heavy weight.
"It's all Desu's fault!" a ninja spat, furious. "I never imagined he was a spy. We raised him in Kumo since he was a child, and now we find out he's been feeding intel to Konoha for years. Miss Sakura wounded him even while going into labor... but the price was too high."
"That bastard managed to kill himself before we could interrogate him!" another added bitterly. "And he had a seal on his tongue that blocked memory reading."
A medical ninja approached Sakura's body, rested a hand on the shoulder of the grieving man, then began using a healing jutsu.
He closed the wound on the corpse, giving her a more peaceful appearance, as if she were merely sleeping.
"Has the Raikage been notified?" another asked, his tone serious.
The man with the ponytail shook his head, removing the forehead protector from his eyes, which were now wet with tears.
He placed the protector around his neck and, after a moment of silence, replied:
"It's not possible right now. Deiki-sama is leading the front against Iwagakure. The Third Raikage is directly confronting Konoha's forces, and his son, A, is fighting alongside Killer B against the forces of Kirigakure."
The ninjas turned their eyes to the baby resting in the woman's arms. Their expressions were dark and somber.
"She's the daughter of a jinchūriki and of Lady Sakura," one of them murmured. "We can't leave her in just anyone's care. She could be used to threaten the Two-Tails jinchūriki... or worse, they could harm her."
Meanwhile, Morgan tried to make sense of what he was hearing, but his tiny infant body wouldn't let him react properly.
"She's strong," said an older ninja with a raspy voice, noticing the baby's restless movements. "She'll grow into a great kunoichi, just like her mother."
The comment sparked a small glimmer of hope amidst the weight of tragedy—but it didn't erase the gravity of what had occurred. They all wanted to protect her. They saw her as their responsibility...
And they would protect her—no matter the cost.
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As the grief over the attack by Konoha's shinobi began to settle, the news of Sakura's death quickly reached the ears of Kumogakure's elders.
The council of elders convened in their secret chamber, watching the flames flicker along the stone walls, casting shadows as dark as the thoughts weighing on their minds.
Their faces were etched with deep concern—they knew Sakura's death wasn't just the loss of a formidable kunoichi; it also threatened to unbalance the fragile peace within the village.
Without her, her daughter, Yoruichi Nagumo, was now the only thread keeping Denji—the jinchūriki of the Two-Tails—from losing his sanity.
If anything happened to the child, his fury could drive him to launch a suicidal assault on Konoha... or worse, cause destruction within Kumogakure itself.
Their expressions were grim, and worry shone in their eyes. They understood: the daughter of a jinchūriki had to be protected at all costs.
—The child... Yoruichi Nagumo,—one of the elders muttered in a grave tone, looking around at the rest of the council.—We cannot allow any harm to come to her. If Denji finds out she's been hurt, his rage will be beyond words. The consequences would be devastating—not only for Kumogakure, but for Denji himself.
Allowing the others to process the weight of his words, the elder continued, his voice more urgent now:
—The Third Raikage must be informed immediately,—he said, turning to an ANBU ninja waiting silently in the shadows.—Let him decide whether Denji should be notified now, or once he returns from the front lines.
An ANBU appeared behind the speaking elder, and without a single word, vanished—on his way to the front line to deliver the message to the Third Raikage.
The council knew swift action was essential, and the ANBU needed no words to obey—they were trained for efficiency.
—The girl must be protected at all costs,—added a third elder.—We'll assign our best for this task. We cannot allow the village to lose control of the situation.
The leader of the council, a white-haired man with an authoritative voice, tapped the table gently to draw attention.
—ANBU, summon Renji and his team immediately. They will be entrusted with this mission.
A soft whisper signaled the departure of another masked ninja.
Moments later, a group of shinobi appeared before the council, led by a tall man with a stern face and a shadow of sorrow behind his eyes.
It was Renji—the man who had been by Sakura's side in her final moments.
—You called for us, Elder Kunno?—Renji asked solemnly, giving a respectful bow.
—Yes, Renji,—the elder replied, studying him closely before continuing.—The council has decided to assign you and your team the task of protecting Yoruichi Nagumo. You will have the support of the ANBU, who will guard her from the shadows, but you'll be responsible for her direct protection.
Renji nodded, his stance firm despite the weariness in his gaze.
—Understood. We will protect the child with our lives, if necessary.
The elder gave a slow, approving nod and added:
—We know that you and your team were close to Sakura. She led you as your jōnin commander for years and taught you everything you know. That's why we're entrusting you with this task. Honor her sacrifice by protecting the daughter she gave her life for.
Renji's team nodded in unison, their faces serious and somber—a rare sight for shinobi, but they held it in. There would be time to grieve later. Now was the time to fulfill their mission, to honor their former captain, and to ensure her sacrifice was not in vain.
As they left the chamber, Renji looked his comrades in the eye and spoke:
—We will not fail. For Sakura... and for this child's future.
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[End of Chapter 2]
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[Author's Note]
This chapter was originally 3,000 words long, but I decided to focus it more tightly on the themes of reincarnation, the death of her mother, and a bit of political context.
The next chapter is one I really liked — it explores the emotional aftermath of her mother's death and includes a funeral that's very different from Konoha's traditional "Will of Fire" ceremony, where old leaves burn so new ones may grow.
Also, fun fact: this chapter has very little AI assistance. Normally, I use AI to help fix grammar and typos, and while I know it would probably improve the text if I did that here too, I decided to leave it as it is — because I liked the result.