My name was Kenjiro Takeda. Yeah, was. Sixty-nine years old, balding, back pain, and battling my boss every Monday morning with fake smiles and caffeine.
Every day was a copy-paste nightmare:
Wake up.
Work.
Get yelled at.
Die a little inside.
Repeat.
But today… today hit different.
I was walking home, dreaming of slapping my boss with a resignation letter soaked in printer ink, when I heard a scream.
A child?!
Without thinking, I ran—and by "ran," I mean limped aggressively—toward the sound. A truck was coming. I didn't think. I pushed the kid out of the way and—BONK.
Next thing I knew, everything went dark.
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"Am I... dead?"
I blinked. White space. Too clean. Not hell. Not heaven. Just... a weird cosmic blank room.
Suddenly, a voice echoed like surround sound at a karaoke bar.
GOD: "Well, you did something decent before dying. So, you get five wishes. But you can't wish for more wishes—no loopholes."
Me: "W-wait, for real? Like, this is the isekai deal?!"
GOD: "Yep. Fire away."
Me: "Okay okay okay... First! I wanna be reborn in the world of Naruto!"
GOD: "One wish used."
Me: "As Sasuke Uchiha. But like… from birth."
GOD: "Two."
Me: "And I wanna keep all my memories from this life!"
GOD: "Three."
I paused. My brain, now rebooted with anime logic, started calculating like a villain making a comeback.
GOD: "Still two left. Choose wisely."
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When I opened my eyes again, everything was tiny. And warm. And... was that a woman smiling down at me?
"Sasuke…" she whispered.
My baby heart skipped a beat. THAT'S MIKOTO UCHIHA!
I tried to giggle but only managed a soft "gaaa."
Holy ramen, it worked.
I am Sasuke Uchiha now. And this time... things are going to change. Big time.
No emo arcs. No revenge plots. And no brooding under the moonlight for ten seasons.
The story of Kenjiro Uchiha—nah, scratch that—Kage Uchiha begins now.
Time to rewrite Naruto.
But just as I started planning everything… I noticed something strange.
A faint glow on my infant hand. A mark that definitely wasn't part of canon.
To be continued.....