Named Dana

Li Da opened his eyes, but could only see blurry light and shadows, indistinct and hazy. The surroundings were incredibly noisy, as if a dozen people were cheering.

However, his ears felt as if they were filled with viscous, warm liquid, and he couldn't hear a thing.

"What's going on? Are my hearing and vision failing too?"

He panicked for a moment. He had been bedridden for years with a rare spinal cancer that had forced his life to a halt at the age of twenty-five.

In just two years, he had gone from a healthy young man to a mummy-like invalid, his neck completely devoid of sensation.

Although he had been counting down the days, living each one in hardship and suffering, he had never thought of giving up. His vision and hearing had never failed him; they were the sources of his motivation to tenaciously cling to life, allowing him to still see and hear the world.

If his eyes were to go blind and his ears to go deaf, there would truly be no reason to keep going.

While lost in these chaotic thoughts, Li Da felt himself being lifted up. His body felt very cold, but the large hands holding him radiated a dry, warm sensation. It was then that he realized his body size felt wrong, and while his vision remained blurry, his hearing was gradually returning.

He finally heard clearly what the people around him were saying:

"Congratulations, Lord A, it is another young master."

Was that Japanese? Had he been reincarnated?

Fortunately, he understood a little.

So, had his original self died in that other world? It wasn't surprising, really; he had been living on borrowed time anyway. He had participated in hospice care, so he hoped his body would be discovered in time.

First came a sense of bewilderment, but it was immediately followed by a surge of wild joy.

Truth be told, he had definitely come out ahead. Although it was a pity he hadn't been reborn in China, having the chance to live again was an incomparable stroke of luck.

In this life, Li Da didn't have many demands; he just wanted to be healthy. The final years of his previous life, spent suffering from illness, had made him taste the full bitterness of life.

For Li Da, reincarnation was a miracle luckier than winning the lottery; it was a fresh start, a rebirth.

"I don't mind being poor or suffering, and I can accept being ugly or stupid. In this life, I only hope to be healthy..." Li Da thought to himself, quickly adjusting his mindset.

Li Da struggled to look at the figure holding him, but could only see dark brown skin and wild, pale yellow hair. Although his vision was blurry, it didn't stop him from identifying the man's sculpture-like muscles. Li Da couldn't help but feel confused; this look was a bit strange, and someone who looked like this spoke Japanese?

Could this be a Japanese version of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber? Was the person holding me the Golden-Haired Lion King, Xie Xun?

Was his father in this life named A? How strange, that name sounded like...?

Just then, Li Da uncontrollably began to twitch. Tiny blue electric arcs appeared around him, vanishing in an instant with a "crackling" sound as they struck the large hand holding him. However, his father in this life didn't seem to suffer any harm. He paused slightly, his expression turning serious, and Li Da didn't feel any pain himself.

A flash of light flickered in the giant's eyes as he muttered to himself:

"Could it be a Kekkei Genkai? Is this a Kekkei Genkai belonging to the Yotsuki Clan?"

The giant checked Li Da all over, but when he saw the infant's back, his excitement gradually faded.

On the baby's back, a small spine was visible, surrounded by tiny, pale purple blood vessels that outlined the shape of the vertebrae from the tailbone all the way to the base of the skull. It looked incredibly eerie, and though he didn't know what caused it, it didn't look healthy at all.

The giant, who was in all likelihood his father in this life, said something in a subtle tone that nearly made Li Da collapse.

"A Bloodline Disease? Perhaps it is something else."

At this moment, the door to the delivery room was pushed open, and a beautiful woman with a pale complexion was helped out by a maid. She seemed to have heard A's words, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Husband, how could it be a Bloodline Disease? Could there be some mistake?"

The two of them didn't know that the child in the swaddling clothes could understand them, but Li Da was truly terrified.

A Bloodline Disease??? Was this the world of Naruto?

My god, this world was already dangerous enough, and he came with a built-in Bloodline Disease? Was it really that hard to live a healthy life? Li Da had followed Naruto, but it had been so long ago that he had filled in many of the later plot points through short videos and novels. Whenever he heard "Bloodline Disease," he thought of Kimimaro, whose brain had been washed into mush by Orochimaru, and who had only lived to be a teenager.

Others with Bloodline Diseases were also constantly on the verge of death. It could be said that in the ninja world, the mortality rate for Bloodline Diseases was extremely high and the cure rate was extremely low; it was synonymous with not living to adulthood...

"Damn it!" Li Da's heart sank to the bottom! He immediately began to frantically search his memory for those fragmented Naruto plot points, hoping to find a glimmer of hope for his health.

A looked at Li Da, who was no longer crying (he was actually busy recalling the plot), sighed, and handed the child to the servant beside him to comfort his wife.

Just then, a "crackling" sound emanated from Li Da again for no reason. A tiny electric arc struck the servant holding him. Li Da still felt nothing, but the servant was hit as if by a heavy blow, crying out as she fell backward. Li Da was tossed into the air, but fortunately, A reacted quickly and caught him before he hit the ground.

Li Da had almost played out the script of Liu Shan...

The servant lay on the ground in pain, struggling to get up, but her body seemed completely unresponsive, leaving her in a flustered mess.

A hurried over to check on her. The servant was not in mortal danger, but he was all too familiar with the damage and paralysis caused by electrical shocks.

"It already has the power to injure an ordinary person at birth? This child... is it a Kekkei Genkai? Or a Bloodline Disease?"

A single word of difference, yet a world of distance...

After A calmed his wife down, he turned his back and ordered:

"Summon the clan elders. Remember to keep this confidential."

Several ninjas appeared from nowhere, kneeling on one knee before A to receive their orders before vanishing once more.

Li Da sat on the steps in front of his house, lost in thought. Not far away, some children were playing, but they didn't dare to approach him. Occasionally, they would sneak a glance, only to quickly look away.

"Sigh... what an unlucky kid..." This was Li Da's internal monologue.

"Young Master Dada, it is time to eat." A maid dressed in a kimono with a gentle temperament stopped two meters behind Dada and spoke.

"Alright, Sister Meizi." Li Da patted his bottom, stood up decisively, and walked into the luxurious mansion behind him.

The maid who had been called "big sister" wore a gentle curve on her lips, yet she carefully maintained her distance from Dada, watching as the three-year-old walked into the courtyard on his own.

Yes, he had transmigrated. He was currently in the world of Naruto, in the Land of Lightning's Kumogakure, named Yotsuki Dana, the second son of the Third Raikage, and currently a standard little brat.

The name Dana had a special meaning, but most of the time he was called Dada, which was his nickname.

Ever since he realized he had transmigrated into the Naruto world, Li Da had felt that it was great; he was familiar with it, and this wave was a sure win.

However, it was a pity that the location of his transmigration was not the familiar Konoha, but Kumogakure in the Land of Lightning.

There were no familiar characters here that would allow Dada to directly understand their personalities, strength, or even their futures, nor were there any major plot events to help him organize the timeline or allow him to tag along and pick up scraps.

It could be said that his first-mover advantage had been greatly weakened, and coupled with the fact that the timeline of his transmigration was quite early—the First Shinobi World War had only ended about a decade ago—aside from his father, his older brother, and a retainer named Dodai, he hadn't heard of a single person in the entire Kumogakure.

As for not being born in Konoha, Dada felt no regret; living a second life was already a huge profit, not to mention arriving in the Naruto world and having the opportunity to master extraordinary power.

Besides, Konoha wasn't a charity; it was darker than black fertilizer when sliced open.

Through several years of observation, Dada discovered that Kumogakure was different from what he had previously imagined, or rather, the original plot had only revealed the tip of the iceberg.

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