Chapter 1 – Rebirth of the Sage Child
Warmth. Blinding light. Confusion.
Where… am I?
The thought came weak and heavy, like a whisper carried by the wind. His vision was blurry, his body small and soft. He couldn't move properly, couldn't even cry. Everything felt strange and overwhelming.
And then he understood.
I… I'm a baby.
Before panic could set in, two more cries echoed nearby. He turned his head slightly — two more tiny bodies had been born from the same woman lying exhausted on the bed.
We're… triplets.
The doctor's voice broke through the haze. "Triplets! Three boys — it's incredibly rare!"
Two of the babies screamed and cried loudly, but he, the firstborn, remained silent — too shocked to cry, too lost in the storm of realization.
Moments later, the door slid open. A tall man stepped inside, wearing the familiar green flak jacket of a Konoha jōnin, the Leaf symbol engraved proudly on his forehead protector.
"Yuki… are they—" he froze mid-sentence, eyes widening as he saw three tiny infants wrapped in blankets.
"Yes, Hari," the woman on the bed said softly, smiling despite her exhaustion. "We have triplets."
The man's lips trembled before breaking into a joyous smile. "Three sons… The heavens have truly blessed us!"
The newborn's heart skipped a beat. Konoha… I've been reborn in the world of Naruto.
Panic rushed through his fragile body. The shinobi world was brutal and unforgiving — war, bloodlines, monsters. Here, the weak were crushed like insects.
But beneath his fear, he sensed something deep within himself — something ancient, wild, and alive. A strange power pulsed inside his tiny body, unlike anything he had felt before.
"Let's give them names," Yuki said gently.
Hari nodded, looking at the three boys in turn. He placed his hand on the silent eldest. "Our firstborn… Yuva Hiwatari."
The second child squirmed and cried loudly. "Our second son… Tenzo Hiwatari."
And the third yawned softly in his mother's arms. "Our youngest… Daichi Hiwatari."
The three brothers lay side by side, unaware that their births would one day shake the shinobi world.
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Days passed, and Yuva's awareness grew sharper. He listened to the conversations around him and pieced together the situation.
He had been born four years after the end of the Second Great Ninja War. That meant he was in the same generation as Kakashi Hatake and Might Guy — around 14 to 15 years older than Naruto Uzumaki. The Third Great Ninja War would erupt when he turned nine.
Damn… I'm in the middle of the ninja war timeline. If I don't become strong, I'll die as cannon fodder.
But there was hope. His father, Hari Hiwatari, was a special jōnin in the Information Gathering Division. Hari didn't fight on the front lines — instead, he analyzed enemy corpses, decoded enemy plans, and passed critical intel to the Hokage's forces. That meant he was rarely deployed to deadly battlefields.
At least I won't become an orphan, Yuva thought with relief. And with a special jōnin father and a former special jōnin mother, we won't struggle with money or training either.
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One evening, while his brothers Tenzo and Daichi slept peacefully beside him, Yuva focused inward, searching for the strange power he felt since birth. His consciousness slipped away… and when he opened his eyes, he was somewhere else.
It was a realm of white mist and swirling energy, heavy with primal power. He looked down — his body here was made of pure soul essence.
And then he saw it — a towering version of himself, formed entirely of raw natural energy, radiating terrifying pressure. It wasn't separate from him. It was him — a second part of his existence sealed deep inside.
Two parts… one is my normal physical and spiritual self… and this… this second body is made of pure natural energy.
The truth dawned slowly. He wasn't born with a Sage Body like Hashirama Senju — he was born with something far older and deeper. But that power was too dangerous for him now. Even 0.1% of that energy would kill his newborn body instantly.
The second body remained sealed within, protecting him from its overwhelming might — like a jinchūriki's tailed beast, but this one was born from nature itself.
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Days turned into weeks, and Yuva began to notice subtle changes. His senses sharpened. Even as a newborn, he could feel every insect crawling on the floor, every breath of wind, every flicker of life around him.
A natural sensor… he realized. I can sense my surroundings instinctively, even without training. This is the power of my body.
Though he lacked the knowledge to understand it fully, one thing was certain — within him slept a force that could shake the world. But for now, it lay sealed and silent, waiting for the day he was strong enough to wield it.
As baby Yuva drifted into sleep beside his brothers and under the watchful eyes of his parents, he knew one thing with absolute certainty:
This world was dangerous.
But he was not just another baby.
He was a weapon waiting to awaken.