Naruto world. Hidden Leaf Village.
The sunset glowed lazily across the Ninja Academy, casting everything in a calm, almost too-perfect golden light.
But one kid? Yeah… one kid clearly didn't fit the peaceful picture.
"Clone Jutsu!"
Poof!
A puff of white smoke… and absolutely jack shit else.
"Ugh. Failed again…"
Yuye gave a crooked little smile that screamed I'm used to disappointment.
He'd been stuck in this world for a few years now.
A world full of badass ninjas, secret jutsus, and chakra-fueled insanity. And sure, like any fanboy dropped into anime-land, Yuye once dreamed of being a prodigy—some genius kid who'd rise through the ranks, blow minds, and become a legend.
Reality? Reality kicked him square in the nuts.
His body could barely squeeze out any chakra, and forget about actually using ninjutsu.
His chakra reserves were a pathetic fraction of what other kids had. And ninja techniques? Couldn't even manage the easiest one—no matter how hard he busted his ass.
"Yeah, yeah, I could go full Taijutsu maniac. Eight Gates and all that crazy crap can even slap Six Paths Madara around. But I don't want a one-time fireworks show—I want the full damn festival, with years of glory," Yuye muttered, glaring at the sky like it owed him child support.
Seriously, couldn't the universe cut him a break?
"And let's not forget, in two years the Second Ninja War's gonna pop off. When that hits, even Chunin and Jonin are gonna be dropping like flies. Us Genin? We're straight-up cannon fodder."
Another sigh. He'd landed in this world at the worst possible time—right before all hell was about to break loose.
And he was only eight.
EIGHT.
He didn't have a lot of time left to level up his sorry ass. No chakra, no jutsus, and a ticking war clock over his head.
Yuye was not about to be some random casualty number.
"Screw it. No more whining. Back to the woods for more Taijutsu. I may suck at ninjutsu, but that's no excuse to lie down and die."
He shook his head, shoved the depressing thoughts into the mental trash bin, and stood up. Off he went to the woods behind the school.
And, surprise surprise, as he walked, the other kids from the academy gave him all kinds of side-eye.
"I heard that guy still can't use a single jutsu."
"He probably won't even pass the graduation exam."
"Tch. What do you expect from some rando from a tiny-ass ninja village? He'll never be on our level."
The whispers came in waves, laced with smugness and snobbery.
Yuye? Totally unfazed.
They were just a bunch of bratty little punks. Give it two years—when the war hits and the bodies pile up—they'd be bawling their eyes out.
Still, he couldn't deny it—his luck sucked hard.
Getting thrown into the Naruto world? Okay, sure, cool. But he would've been fine just being a normal Hidden Leaf kid. He wasn't even asking for Senju bloodlines or Uchiha Sharingan craziness. Just a normal life. A decent family. Maybe a dog.
Instead? Nada.
No family. No clan. Not even a freaking goldfish.
He wasn't born in Konoha. He was from some no-name mini-village that got wiped out by the Sand Village. Total annihilation. He might've been the only survivor, scooped up by some Leaf ninjas and brought back here.
Problem is, being an outsider in the Leaf sucked. Hard. People gave him dirty looks like he farted in church.
Yuye had long since gotten used to it.
He reached the little training area behind the school—a quiet spot in the woods—and walked up to a training post.
Right at the top of the wooden post was a big dent. A very familiar dent. One he had personally carved out with a shit-ton of sidekicks and punches over the past few years.
Just because he sucked at chakra stuff didn't mean he'd ever stopped swinging.
He looked down at the bandages on his hands and feet, took a deep breath, and then—BAM—slammed a kick straight into the dent.
"One, two, three… thirty-five, thirty-six…"
Sweat started pouring down his face like a busted faucet.
His body was already getting that wonderful please-stop-or-you'll-die kind of sore. Ankles screaming, legs aching, muscles throbbing.
But Yuye kept going.
In this lonely little clearing, as the sun dipped and shadows crept in, he trained like his life depended on it—because it kinda did. No chakra meant no jutsu, which meant his only hope was to go full-on Rock Lee mode. And that meant grinding like hell.
Huff… puff…
His breath turned ragged. His shirt clung to him, soaked through. Sweat dripped down like rain.
Finally, when his legs felt like wet noodles and he couldn't stay upright, Yuye stopped.
"Okay, short break… then five hundred straight punches, two hundred side kicks after that…"
He flopped down nearby, catching his breath, eyes drifting toward the fading sunlight. For just a second, he let himself relax.
If life could always be like this—training hard, enjoying sunsets—he'd be fine with it.
But nope. Not a chance. Between the second, third, and fourth ninja wars on the horizon, he'd be lucky to make it past puberty.
Just as he was about to stand up again and keep training, something weird caught his eye.
Wait… what the hell was that?
Right as the last sliver of sun dipped below the horizon, a strange little shadow flickered in the trees.
It was small—apple-sized.
Fruit? Out here?
Yuye's curiosity immediately kicked in.
He crept over to the spot where he saw the shadow. The sky was dark now, so he pulled out a little ninja flashlight and kept moving.
A few minutes later, he reached a bush, took one look…
…and froze.
Like, straight up "brain.exe has stopped working" frozen.
Clatter!
He dropped his flashlight.
Darkness swallowed him.
"This… this is…"
He scrambled to pick the light back up and shined it into the bush.
Still in shock.
Then, super carefully, like it might bite him, he reached into the grass and pulled the thing out.
A freaky-looking fruit. Definitely not native to the Naruto universe. Anyone else would've assumed it was poisonous and tossed it—but Yuye? Oh no. He knew exactly what the hell he was holding.
A Devil Fruit.
"…You've gotta be shitting me."
He stared at it—this detailed, swirly, unmistakable hunk of fantasy fruit.
"There's no way… this shouldn't f**king exist in the Naruto world!"
No matter how you looked at it—it was the real deal.
Was it just a weird, coincidental mutation of some random fruit?
He considered it. Briefly.
Then shook his head.
Nope.
It looked way too damn legit.