Inside a room in the Senju Clan's residence, a pregnant woman slept peacefully beside her husband, unaware of the changes happening within her womb.
The embryo that was supposed to become her child began to mutate when an unknown gene fused with its genetic code. Strangely, instead of causing disorder, the gene integrated perfectly, reactivating latent sequences. The genes of the Uzumaki and Senju clans, along with Hashirama's heritage, strengthened even further under the influence of this anomaly.
And along with these changes… a foreign soul merged with the embryo.
When he regained consciousness, Noah felt his body compressed on all sides. A few seconds later, a blinding light shattered the darkness surrounding him. Knowing what he had to do, the baby began to cry.
"Ma'am! Congratulations! It's a healthy boy!"
The midwife cut the umbilical cord and closed the wound with chakra before handing the newborn to his mother. With a tired smile, the red-haired woman, characteristic of the Uzumaki clan, embraced him tenderly.
"Nawaki… your name will be Nawaki."
Exhausted, the woman closed her eyes and fell into sleep.
Noah watched her curiously.
"She seems like a good woman… it's a shame she won't live much longer."
With a sigh, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift into sleep.
Three years later.
In an open field, a group of children aged three to five played happily, chasing one another. Among them, one stood out.
His hair was silver, and his eyes shone with an intense emerald green.
"Nawaki! Stop running so fast! I'll never catch you if you keep going like that!" complained a dark-haired boy with completely white pupils.
"Hahaha! That's because you're too slow, Hizo."
Hizo, a member of the Hyuga clan's main family and nephew of the patriarch, ran after Noah with all his strength. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch him. Finally, exhausted, he fell to his knees on the ground.
Noah stopped beside him with a triumphant smile.
"Ha! Admit it, you'll never catch me."
"Tsk… You win. I give up."
Hizo sighed in resignation and, as self-imposed punishment, plucked a small strand of his hair and handed it to Noah.
Noah blinked for a moment before casually pocketing it.
"Perfect. High-quality genetic material from the Hyuga clan."
Hizo's guard observed the interaction but found nothing strange. After all, who would suspect a three-year-old child? Especially the grandson of the First Hokage. Anyone who dared question him would face the wrath of Tsunade and Mito.
"Well, Hizo, I'm tired now. If I don't go home soon, Sister Tsunade will scold me. See you tomorrow!"
Without giving him a chance to respond, Nawaki ran toward the Senju residence.
"Tsk… Acting like a child is harder than I thought."
For the past three years, Noah had worked hard to behave like a normal child. He didn't display exceptional intelligence or extraordinary abilities. He preferred to stay under the radar.
He knew that Uzumaki Mito was sharp and that the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, often spied using his Crystal Ball Jutsu. Drawing too much attention could bring trouble.
"Though I must admit, this body is perfect… and the Elder Blood has enhanced it even more."
Two types of energy flowed within him: chakra, which combined his spiritual and vital energy, and mana, which circulated through his bloodstream. If a Hyuga were to observe his body with the Byakugan, they would see his immense chakra concentrated in his abdomen but also notice another latent energy core in his heart.
"It's a shame I can't merge my mana with my chakra yet."
The idea had occurred to him a year ago. If chakra was the fusion of two energies, why not add a third? After all, Sage Mode was based on combining chakra with the natural energy of the environment to generate senjutsu chakra.
But for now, that theory would have to wait.
Aside from the Elder Blood, his kekkei genkai were powerful on their own.
The Uzumaki genes granted him an immense chakra reserve.
The Senju genes gave him a formidable physique.
And the latent genes of Hashirama, activated thanks to the Elder Blood, granted him one of the rarest and most coveted abilities in the shinobi world: Mokuton.
As he ran, Noah observed the small branch that sprouted from his palm. With a simple movement of his hand, he dissolved it.
Minutes later, he arrived at the Senju residence, but something was wrong.
The atmosphere was different.
Uzumaki Mito, old but still imposing, saw him enter and enveloped him in a silent embrace.
Sigh… So it happened as I feared.
He knew his parents wouldn't live long, but even so, he felt sadness at their passing. However, he didn't have the power to change it.
The funeral took place that same night.
Now, the Senju family was reduced to Mito, Tsunade, and Nawaki. Tsunade, always loud, remained silent, in shock. She only clung tightly to her younger brother while staring at their parents' portrait.
When the ceremony ended, Noah approached his grandmother with a downcast expression.
"Grandma, I'm tired… I don't want dinner tonight."
Mito looked at him with sadness before nodding.
Once in his room, Noah locked the door and removed the rug covering the floor.
"Wood Style Jutsu: Wood Control."
The floor opened, revealing a tunnel. Without hesitation, he jumped inside, and the opening closed behind him.
The tunnel was a bit small, but it was enough for what he needed. He crawled through the long passage until he reached the outskirts of the Senju residence.
"Good. It took me three years to gather enough mana for this."
He took out a small vial containing his own blood and placed it on the ground.
"This vial will serve as an anchor. That way, I can return without getting lost in space-time."
Channeling his mana, he visualized the world he wanted to travel to. Suddenly, he felt his energy drain, and a spatial vortex appeared before him.
Without hesitation, he stepped inside.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a familiar empty lot.
Three large concrete pipes were stacked under the shade of a tree.
"Fortunately, those idiots aren't here. Now, to find that cat."
With a smile, Noah ventured into the neighborhood, dodging housewives returning from the market.
Minutes later, he spotted a woman buying fish.
He waited for her to finish and silently followed her to her two-story house.
Jumping onto a tree branch, he peered through the window and saw a peculiar giant blue cat with a huge head, devouring dorayakis while reading a manga.
Stealthily, Noah entered through the window, pounced on him, and pressed a switch on the back of his neck.
Doraemon's eyes turned blank, and he fell unconscious.
Wasting no time, Noah ripped the 4D pocket from his belly and stored it along with the unconscious cat.
"Perfect. Now, the next step."
With agility, he exited the house and ran nonstop.
Under a secluded bridge, Noah performed a basic Earth Style Jutsu and quickly created an underground room, sealing the entrance behind him.
He took out a candle from his pocket, lit it with chakra, and used it to illuminate the small space. Then, without wasting time, he opened the 4D pocket and stuck his head inside.
Inside, he could clearly see all the stored objects. However, he felt a bit disappointed—there weren't as many tools as he had expected.
Among the available items were:
Doraemon, still unconscious after his attack.
The drawer containing the time machine, which he had just stored.
The Time Cloth, with one red side and one blue. The red side could rewind an object's time, restoring it, while the blue side could fast-forward it, deteriorating it. The most incredible part was that it worked even on living beings.
The Hopter Cap, useful for getting around.
The Magic Door, which would allow him to travel anywhere… as long as he had its coordinates registered.
Noah sighed at the sight of the Magic Door.
"In the 22nd century, the entire planet had already been mapped, so it could open portals without issue. But in the Shinobi world, I'll have to chart each destination before I can use it properly."
Shaking his head, he focused on his main objective.
He pulled the drawer from the 4D pocket and jumped inside, landing agilely on the seat of the time machine. For a moment, he allowed himself to admire the dimensional landscape around him before concentrating on the controls.
His mind quickly analyzed each lever and switch until he understood how they worked. Finally, he entered the coordinates and confirmed.
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50 years into the future.
When he emerged from the ground, he noticed that the area under the bridge hadn't changed much. He dusted himself off and began searching for information.
For someone like him, the easiest way to gather data in this era was obvious.
He spotted a teenager walking down the street, engrossed in his phone. Smiling to himself, Noah ran toward him and grabbed his leg.
Then, he used his most lethal weapon.
With big, teary eyes, a trembling voice, and a touch of fake hiccups, he pleaded:
"I'm lost! Onii-chan, please, let me borrow your phone to call my dad!"
The young man looked down, meeting Noah's adorable expression.
"A foreign kid?"
Noah's silver hair and green eyes stood out immensely in a country where most people had dark hair and eyes.
The teen crouched down, gently patting the child's head.
"Of course, little buddy! But wouldn't you rather I take you to the police station?"
"No… If I call my dad, he'll know where I am!"
Since Japanese was spoken in the Shinobi world, communicating wasn't a problem.
Without hesitation, the young man handed him his phone. Noah began typing in the search bar while pretending to remember a number. Within seconds, he had the information he needed. To avoid suspicion, he dialed a random number and pretended to have a conversation before returning the phone.
"Thank you for your kindness, Onii-chan!"
"Haha, it's nothing!"
The teenager playfully pinched his cheek before walking away.
Satisfied with his findings, Noah immediately headed to the train station and sneaked into a carriage.