Part 1 — The Awakening
Katsuro's first thought was confusion. He felt warmth all around him, but it wasn't like anything he'd experienced before. The air smelled faintly of herbs and cloth. Somewhere nearby, voices spoke softly, but he couldn't make them out clearly.
His mind was hazy. There were flashes of something he could not grasp — a sound of metal, a sharp impact, bright lights, and then pain. Then nothing. Only darkness.
And now this warmth.
A small hand touched him. It was gentle. He didn't know why, but the touch made him turn his head. A voice said something close to him — a voice calm and steady.
"He's awake."
The words were strange, but there was meaning in them. Katsuro's lips parted, and he cried for the first time. It was weak, instinctive, but it drew attention.
Light came into his blurred vision. Shapes moved near him. Warm skin pressed against his head. He felt hands holding him close.
"Our son" the voice said again. This time the word lingered in his mind, though he did not understand it.
Something else stirred inside him — a steady rhythm, like a heartbeat. It wasn't his own. It was deeper, stronger. It made him feel safe, though he didn't know why.
Somewhere nearby, footsteps approached. The voices grew clearer. One voice said a name — "Haruki." Another voice answered softly. Katsuro could not understand them, but they seemed important.
He blinked again, and his world was changing. This was his first moment in life.
And he was not the boy he once was.
Part 2 — The Senju House and Family
Katsuro's vision cleared slowly. Light came in through the paper sliding doors, soft but bright. The air smelled faintly of herbs and freshly washed cloth. Voices spoke nearby, calm and quiet. Katsuro could not understand the words, but he knew they were directed at him.
A pair of large hands lifted him gently. He felt warmth and steady pressure, and a small sense of safety. Above him was a man — Haruki. His hair was tied back neatly, and his eyes were calm and careful as they looked at Katsuro.
"That's him," Haruki said quietly. "Our son is awake."
A softer voice spoke beside him. Ayaka stepped closer, brushing Katsuro's head. "He looks fine. Quite chubby if you," she said.
The word "child" somehow felt important in Katsuro's fuzzy mind, though he could not understand why.
Haruki adjusted Katsuro in his arms. "Ayaka, Hashirama-sama and Mito-sama should see him. They've been waiting," he said quietly.
Ayaka nodded. "They will want to meet him."
The sliding door opened. Two figures stepped inside. The first was a tall man with broad shoulders, wearing the robes of the Senju clan. His steps were steady, and his presence filled the room. Katsuro could not understand why, but there was something heavy about him.
Behind him came a woman, her face gentle yet alert. She stepped toward Katsuro immediately.
Haruki bowed slightly. "Father, Mother," he said.
The tall man's eyes rested on Katsuro. "So this is Haruki's son," he said quietly.
"Yes," Haruki said. "He is healthy and strong. ."
Before Hashirama could step forward, Mito moved ahead and took Katsuro in her arms, holding him close. Katsuro's tiny hands curled instinctively.
Hashirama moved forward, his expression unreadable. "Let me hold him," he said quietly.
Mito shook her head gently. "Not yet," she said, though her tone was soft.
Hashirama stepped back, leaning against the wall in the corner. He stared at Katsuro and Mito for a moment. Then, with a faint sigh, he muttered under his breath, "Grandfather depression… it's a thing."
Haruki glanced at him. "Father?"
Hashirama gave no answer. Instead, he crossed his arms and slouched further against the wall, staring at Katsuro with what looked like mock gloom. But Ayaka noticed the small smile tugging at his lips.
Ayaka leaned toward Haruki. "He's not really upset. That's just father's way of saying he's happy. Grandfather depression is just his act."
Haruki chuckled quietly. "Of course it is."
Hashirama overheard and called out in mock complaint, "I take offense to that statement!" but there was no real anger in his voice. Katsuro wriggled slightly in Mito's arms, and Hashirama's lips curved faintly again.
Mito looked down at Katsuro. "Welcome to the world," she said softly. "May you grow strong and live well."
Ayaka placed her hand on Katsuro's head. "We will protect you," she said.
Haruki glanced toward Hashirama again. "Father….. " he began looking at hashirama in his depressing corner
Haruki smiled faintly. "We should name him."
Ayaka nodded. "He is part of our family now. He needs a name."
Hashirama's eyes softened as he looked at Katsuro. "When mito was pregnant with Ayaka, I thought we would have a boy. I even thought of the name — Katsuro. I wanted it to mean strength and courage. But Mito… she insisted it would be a girl."
From behind, Mito's voice came softly, teasing. "And I won. Ayaka was my choice." She smiled warmly, glancing toward her granddaughter. "And she is my joy."
Hashirama chuckled quietly, glancing back at Katsuro. "Perhaps it is fate that this name returns now. Katsuro… it suits him well."
Ayaka smiled softly, placing her hand gently on Katsuro's head. "Then Katsuro it shall be."
Haruki smiled faintly. "Katsuro… yes."
Mito glanced toward Hashirama, noticing the way he stayed in the corner
"You look like you're in pain," Mito said softly, stepping closer. Her tone carried warmth rather than concern.
Hashirama gave a small laugh. "Pain? No… this is happy-grandfather pain. It's the best kind."
Mito smiled softly, still holding Katsuro close. After a moment, she sighed and handed him over to Hashirama. "Alright, you may have him," she said in a teasing tone. "But remember… be gentle. He's still small, you know."
Hashirama side eyed mito, his large hands cradling the baby as if he were holding something precious and fragile. He looked down at Katsuro with a small grin. "I will be gentle… as always."
Everyone in the room exchanged quiet smiles. Katsuro stirred softly in Hashirama's arms, unaware that his first moments of life were being quietly marked by love, humor, and family.
Part 3 — Katsuro's First Awareness
Three days had passed since Katsuro's birth. For him, it was not a measure of time he could understand — only a blur of warmth, voices, and shifting light.
The year was Konoha 10 — three years before the birth of Tsunade. In the Senju household, life moved quietly but with purpose. Ayaka, now 20, moved with grace and care. Her husband, Haruki, was 23 and carried himself with quiet strength. Together, they cared for their son.
Katsuro stirred again. His eyes opened slowly. Everything was blurry at first. Light came through sliding paper doors, soft and scattered. The air smelled of cloth, herbs, and something faintly earthy. Voices moved around him — low, quiet, speaking in tones he could not understand.
He tried to listen, but the words made no sense. Japanese was foreign to him. He could hear the syllables, the rhythm, but they meant nothing yet. Somewhere deep inside, a part of him knew they were speaking about him. But he could not understand why.
A pair of strong hands shifted him gently. His vision began to clear. Shapes sharpened. The room was made of pale wood, sliding paper screens painted with simple patterns. His eyes moved, and something caught his attention.
There was a cloth near where he lay. Stitched into it was an emblem — circular, sharp, intricate. It looked like a small vajra, a design unlike anything else he had seen. Katsuro blinked several times, staring at it without knowing why.
Somewhere deep inside his mind, a faint thought surfaced. A shadow of a memory from another life. Something about a story he had once known, something he had seen in anime. The image was hazy, but the shape and feeling seemed familiar. Somehow, without knowing why, he understood: this was the symbol of the Senju clan.
He did not know what it meant. He only knew it mattered.
From behind him came a quiet voice. "He's waking again."
Katsuro shifted slightly. A woman stepped closer. She wore the white-and-green robes of the Senju main branch. Her stance was careful and precise.
This was his nanny — a Jonin-level ninja who had once been in her prime decades ago. Now sixty years old, she still carried the skill and strength of her youth. She had been Ayaka's caretaker as well, raising her with care and watching over her safety. Now, she had taken the same role for Katsuro. Her eyes softened as she looked down at him.
"He's strong," she said quietly, "but he is silent unlike his mother who was a crybaby and a chatterbox."
Ayaka glanced toward her and nodded. "HEY, I was not a crybaby and a chatterbox."
The nanny gave a short, firm nod. "I will watch over him."
Katsuro shifted again. Another figure entered the room — tall, upright, wearing the robes of the Senju. His expression was calm but sharp, his gaze direct. Tobirama Senju. Katsuro could not understand the weight in his look. Tobirama spoke plainly.
"quite a large amount of chakra for a chinld" Tobirama said. His voice was flat, matter-of-fact. There was no warmth in his tone, but his eyes lingered longer than necessary. Katsuro could not know why, but there was something protective hidden beneath.
Hashirama stepped forward slightly, watching quietly. Tobirama made no move toward Katsuro, simply observing. Katsuro's small hands curled instinctively as Haruki adjusted his hold.
Katsuro's vision sharpened more. He began to notice repeated sounds, patterns in speech. Names. His name. "Katsuro." He could not understand them yet, but the sound began to feel familiar.
The nanny bent slightly toward him. "We will keep you safe," she said softly. Katsuro blinked toward her. Her voice sounded protective. Her words sounded important, though he did not yet know why.
Somewhere deep in him, something stirred. Katsuro could not explain it, but he knew — even as a newborn — that this place was different. That his life here would not be ordinary.
Part 4 — The Weight of the Senju
It was daytime. Three months had passed since Katsuro's birth. The main house of the Senju clan was alive with quiet movement. The residence was large, with high wooden beams, sliding paper doors, and a sprawling garden filled with trees and flowers tended by gardeners. Maid servants moved quietly through the halls. A few protectors stood watch, though not many — Hashirama's presence alone kept the house safe.
Hashirama moved slowly through the main hall, his body is still healingfrom the fight with his best friend madara uchiha, Despite this, he remained the strongest presence in the house. His voice carried calmly when speaking with Mito about matters of the clan.
Katsuro lay on a futon in a quiet corner of the hall, Ayaka moved quietly across the room, attending to small household matters.
Katsuro was learning. Slowly. Sounds began to make more sense. Words. Faces. Movements. Japanese was no longer completely foreign. But there was something else — something stirring inside him.
Small flashes of memory came to him now and then. Fragments. Names. Faces. A rush of wind, laughter, a fight. And a strange feeling — a pull toward strength. Somewhere deep in his mind, an image began to form: a boy with bright orange hair, a determined smile. The name "Naruto" hovered at the edge of his awareness. It was unclear, but it persisted.
Nearby, Tobirama Senju entered quietly. As the Second Hokage, he was not often home, but now he lingered. His expression was calm but sharp, his gaze observant. There was a coldness to him, yet now and then his stance softened as he remained near Katsuro. It was subtle, almost hidden beneath his discipline.
Kiyomi Senju, Katsuro's nanny, stood nearby watching silently. Now sixty years old, she had once been an elite Jonin of the Senju main branch. In her prime, she had mastered both taijutsu and genjutsu, making her one of the clan's most formidable protectors. Though older now, she remained a Jonin-level ninja, her skill intact. She had also been Ayaka's caretaker, and now she had taken the same role for Katsuro. Her eyes softened slightly as she looked down at the child.
"He is small," Kiyomi said quietly, almost to herself. "But there is something unusual about him."
Kayumi glanced down at Katsuro. "He stirs more these days," he said softly.
Ayaka glanced toward her son. Silence followed.
Tobirama's voice was low. "Growth is not measured in size alone." His eyes lingered on Katsuro for a moment before he stepped away. Because katsuro was the grandson of the god of shinibi , a lots of rats have snuck in the village to harm him (but it was all under control)
Katsuro lay in the soft light of the day, his eyes half-open, sensing movement and voices around him. He could not speak, but he was beginning to remember. And with each memory that came, the weight of his existence in the Senju main house grew heavier
Part 5: Growing Awareness
Six months had passed since Katsuro's birth. Life in the Senju main house had settled into a quiet rhythm, though Katsuro himself was far from settled.
He crawled constantly now, testing the limits of his small body. The floor of the hall was smooth wood, but Katsuro preferred the soft futon corners, where he could push himself forward with determination. Every so often, he stopped, glanced around, and moved again.
For Katsuro, the world was becoming clearer. He still did not speak, but his mind was far from empty. Bits and pieces of another life — a life before this one — had begun to settle in. It was not perfect memory. Many minor details were gone, lost somewhere in the haze. But the major events remained. He knew names, faces, and important moments. He knew of a boy with orange hair, of friends, enemies, battles, and a dream to become Hokage.
It was strange to have these memories without all of the pieces. Katsuro could not explain how he knew them. But they were there, quietly guiding him.
He still had the simple struggles of infancy. Sleep came and went unpredictably. Hunger was a constant cycle, arriving at certain times without fail. And there was the matter of pooping — messy and uncomfortable, though those around him always handled it quickly.
Haruki sat nearby, watching Katsuro crawl along the futon's edge. "He moves a lot these days," Haruki said quietly to Ayaka.
Ayaka nodded, her eyes on Katsuro. "He's learning. And he's aware of more than we give him credit for."
Katsuro crawled closer to where they stood, his small hands pressing against the wood floor. He stopped, blinking up at them. Somewhere deep inside, a quiet certainty had formed. He could not name it fully, but he knew something — that he was here for a reason.
Mito's voice came softly. "He will grow strong. That much is certain."
Katsuro blinked again, and a faint memory stirred. It was not perfect, but it was enough to make him pause.
MC-------------------------Senju katsuro
Father---------------------Senju Haruki
Mother--------------------Senju ayaka
Grandfather-------------Senju hashirama
Grandmother-----------Uzumaki mito
Granduncle-------------Senju tobirama
Nanny--------------------Senju kiyomi