MC POV —
"Oh, one last thing," said that smug cosmic bastard — the ROB. "I've made a few edits. Some little tweaks. Trust me, you'll like them. Unlocked a bit more... creativity. Chaos. Conflict."
I narrowed my eyes.
"Wha—?"
I didn't even get to finish that sentence. The dimensional gate yawned open and yoinked me out like I was on some cosmic roller coaster with no safety harness.
I knew reincarnation wouldn't come cheap — there's always a price for power, especially when a cheeky ROB-thing smiles like that. But the way he said "tweaks"? Yeah, no. That was never a good sign. That was the kind of tone people use before dropping spoilers and bombs — metaphorical and literal.
If I'd known what he meant?
I'd still have agreed.
Because I'm not a coward — I'm just dramatic.
The first sensation after darkness was… awful.
Not painful, not loud — just gross.
Everything was wet, squishy, and too damn bright. I couldn't see jack at first, only hear muffled screaming, like someone had parked a banshee next to my head.
'Wait don't tell me that I am supposed to be born now. I thought he will send me to at least when I was a bit older.'
Then I was yanked out into the cold, like a prize at a very disturbing carnival game.
Wrapped in a towel. Cranky. Confused. Probably covered in stuff I didn't want to think about.
"It's a girl! Red hair, strong lungs — like her mother!"
Hold. Up.
Did she just say "girl"?
Son of a—
I distinctly remember dying with the parts of a man, thank you very much. And red hair? Uzumaki vibes all over the place. Yay for chakra reserves and epic screaming potential. Boo for the whole gender-switch surprise.
"Minato… look at her…" I heard a weak voice of a women, my mother perhaps, then I changed hands Boom. Baby transfer.
Now I was in someone else's arms. Bigger. Stronger. Radiating dad energy and stress hormones.
And if I heard correctly, then let me guess — Fourth Hokage, legendary ninja, yellow flash and fastest ninja alive: Minato freaking Namikaze.
Before I could even mentally roast him for dying young, another scream tore through the air. The midwives shouted, and I heard another baby's cry.
Well, Twin confirmed. It seems like the twist was to be born as sister of Naruto Uzumaki. I should have known when he said that I will be born same age as Naruto.
So, new body: check. New gender: reluctantly check. New hair: spicy check. A twin? A hell yes from the other side of the room, because a few seconds later—I felt it.
A connection — raw, primal, unexplainable. Like a thread tied around my soul.
Naruto? My new brother.
My jaw would've dropped if, you know, I had muscle control. I was the DLC character nobody saw coming.
And that… oh, that opened so many doors.
I can manipulate plot directly and make sure that some events happen and some never. I will make sure that Naruto in this timeline will actually live and grow to his full potential rather than some brainwashed overly optimistic and reckless idiot I saw in the series.
But my stupid baby body had other plans.
Sleep Mode: Activated.
Ugh.
Round two: I woke up to a claw the size of a damn tree trunk impaling both my parents!!
And trust me when I say this, whatever you say, the sight of the claw scared me shitless. But hey at least we know:
Donut Club: Founding Members – Minato & Kushina. I was still trying to keep myself composed and make sure that I don't lose my mind, but the reality that I found myself in was not helping with that.
Kushina was crying and smiling, doing her dying-mom speech about ramen and friendship and don't do drugs, and all I could think was:
Lady, if I have to make friends with the idiots in this world, I'm starting my own village.
But I will not say no to a few members, such as the cute and shy Hinata, the smart one in this village of idiots, the Nara clan, don't judge me I need a strategist and a sharp mind to keep me active mentally.
Minato followed Kushina's speech by doing something incredibly badass and incredibly reckless: the Dead Demon Consuming Seal.
He split the Nine Tails in half — sealed one part in my golden crybaby of a brother, and the other in me. Because why not give the gender-bent wild card baby half of an angry chakra nuke?
Well played, Dad. I approve.
It wasn't subtle. I felt it immediately — the weight of that power. The burning coil of rage and hatred wrapped around a primal force. Kurama was in there, snarling like a caged monster… and I was already plotting how to make him mine.
Don't worry, Foxy. We're going to have fun.
Then, for a moment, everything paused. I was warm, safe-ish, and weirdly proud of surviving day one of the Naruto timeline without exploding.
That's when I heard it — not aloud, but in that annoying back-of-the-head way.
"Well? What do you think, my little wildcard?"
ROB. Of course he was still watching. Probably eating popcorn and laughing his celestial ass off.
I couldn't speak yet, but if I could, I'd say:
"Next time you tweak me, maybe don't gender beend me without telling me."
But truthfully?
This was better than anything I could've dreamed. I had power. I had purpose. I had a brother to protect, and a world to break in all the best ways.
Name drop moment: Kushina had whispered it before she died.
Mito. Mito Uzumaki.
Named after the woman who raised her. A legacy name.
How fitting.
Because the original Mito sealed the Nine Tails too.
But me?
I'd do more than seal it.
I'd own it.