Named Dana

Li Da opened his eyes, but all he could see were blurry shapes and light. The surroundings were extremely noisy, as if more than a dozen people were cheering.

But his ears seemed to be filled with sticky, warm liquid, and he could not hear anything clearly.

What was going on? Was his hearing and vision going to fail too?

Panic gripped him. He had been bedridden with a severe illness for years. A rare spinal cancer had forcibly pressed pause on his life at the age of twenty-five.

In just two short years, he had gone from a healthy young man to a useless wreck like a mummy, his neck completely numb.

Though he had been counting his days on his fingers and every day had been difficult, he had never considered giving up. There had never been anything wrong with his sight or hearing. They were what gave him the strength to endure; he could still look at this world and listen to it.

If he went blind and deaf too, there would truly be no point in holding on.

As his thoughts ran wild, Li Da felt himself being picked up. His body turned very cold, but the large hand holding him was dry and warm. Only then did he realize that his body seemed strangely small. His vision was still blurry, but his hearing was gradually returning.

At last, he could make out what the people around him were saying.

"Congratulations, Lord A. It's another son."

Japanese? Had he been transmigrated...?

Fortunately, he understood a little.

Then had his original self died in that world? It was not particularly surprising. He had already been living one day less at a time. He had signed up for end-of-life care; he only hoped his body would be discovered in time.

He was confused at first, but that was immediately followed by overwhelming ecstasy.

No matter how he looked at it, he had come out ahead. It was a little regrettable that he had not been reborn in China, but having the chance to live again was already incomparable good fortune.

Li Da did not have many demands in this life. As long as he was healthy, that was enough. The final years of his previous life had shown him every hardship life had to offer.

To Li Da, transmigration was a miracle even luckier than winning the lottery, a rebirth-like new beginning.

It would be fine if I'm poor or have a hard life. I can accept being ugly or stupid too. In this life, I only hope I can stay healthy... Li Da thought, quickly adjusting his mindset.

Li Da tried to look toward the figure holding him. All he could see was dark brown skin and wild pale yellow hair. Though his vision was blurry, it did not stop him from recognizing the other man's statue-like muscles. Li Da could not help feeling baffled. That appearance was rather strange. Why was someone who looked like that speaking Japanese?

Could this be a Japanese version of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber? Was the one holding him the blond Lion King—Xie Xun?

His father in this life was called A? What a strange name. It seemed like...?

Just then, Li Da suddenly began convulsing uncontrollably. Fine blue arcs of electricity appeared around him, vanishing in an instant with crackling sounds. They struck the large hand holding him, but his father in this life did not seem to be harmed at all. He froze slightly, his expression turning serious, while Li Da himself felt no pain.

A sharp glint flashed through the giant man's eyes as he muttered to himself.

"Could it be a Kekkei Genkai? The Kekkei Genkai of the Yotsuki Clan?"

The giant man examined Li Da from head to toe. But when he saw Li Da's back, his excitement gradually faded.

On the baby's back was a tiny spine, surrounded by fine pale-purple blood vessels that traced its outline. They stretched from his tailbone all the way to the back of his head, looking exceptionally eerie. Whatever had caused it, it clearly had nothing to do with good health.

The giant man, who was most likely his father in this life, spoke in a subtle tone. His words nearly made Li Da collapse.

"Bloodline Disease? Or perhaps some other cause."

At that moment, the delivery room door was pushed open. A beautiful but pale woman emerged with the support of her attendants. She seemed to have heard A's words, and her eyes were filled with disbelief.

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

Neither of them knew that the child in swaddling clothes could understand them, but Li Da was truly frightened.

Bloodline Disease??? This was the Naruto world?

Good heavens, this world was dangerous enough already, and he had been born with Bloodline Disease too? Was it really so hard just to live a healthy life? Li Da had followed Naruto before, but it had been so long ago that he had filled in much of the later plot through short videos and novels. At the mention of Bloodline Disease, he thought of Kimimaro, whose mind had been turned to mush by Orochimaru. Kimimaro had only lived for a little over a decade, it seemed.

Others with Bloodline Disease were not much better off either. In the Shinobi World, Bloodline Disease had an extremely high mortality rate and an extremely low cure rate. It was practically synonymous with dying before adulthood...

Damn it! Li Da's heart sank to the bottom. He immediately began frantically recalling every fragmented bit of Naruto-related plot he knew, hoping to find even the slightest hope of staying healthy.

A looked at Li Da, who had stopped crying and fussing in his arms—though he was actually recalling the plot—and sighed. He handed the child to the servant woman beside him, intending to comfort his wife.

Just then, crackling sounds erupted from Li Da again for no apparent reason. A tiny arc of electricity struck the servant woman holding him. Li Da still felt nothing, but she reacted as though she had been heavily struck. With an "Ow!" she fell backward, throwing Li Da into the air. Fortunately, A reacted quickly and caught Li Da before he hit the ground.

Li Da had nearly gotten Liu Chan's script...

The servant woman lay on the ground with a pained expression, struggling to rise, but her body seemed completely unwilling to obey her. She flailed about in a panic.

A hurried over to check on her. Her life was not in danger, but he knew the damage and paralysis caused by electric shocks all too well.

"At birth, he already has enough power to injure an ordinary person? This child... is it a Kekkei Genkai, or Bloodline Disease?"

One character apart, worlds apart...

After soothing his wife, A turned his back and gave an order.

"Gather the clan elders. Keep this confidential."

Several shinobi appeared out of nowhere before A, dropped to one knee to receive their orders, then vanished again in an instant.

Li Da sat blankly on the steps outside his home. Some children were playing and frolicking in the distance, but none dared approach him. When they occasionally snuck glances at him, they quickly looked away.

Ah... what an unlucky kid... That was Li Da's own assessment of himself.

"Young Master Dada, it's time to eat." A gentle-looking maid in a kimono stopped two meters behind Dada and spoke.

"Okay, Sister Meizi." Li Da patted his backside, decisively stood up, and walked into the luxurious residence behind him.

A gentle smile appeared on the maid's lips at being called sister, but she carefully maintained her distance from Dada as she watched the three-year-old walk into the courtyard by himself.

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

The name Dana carried a special meaning, but most of the time, people called him Dada. That was his childhood nickname.

Ever since learning that he had transmigrated into the Naruto world, Li Da had been quite pleased. He was familiar with it. This was a sure thing.

Unfortunately, he had not transmigrated to Konohagakure, the place he knew best, but to Kumogakure in the Land of Lightning.

There were none of the familiar characters whose personalities, strength, and even futures Dada could directly understand. Nor were there any major plotlines to help him piece together the timeline and let him mooch off events for opportunities.

It could be said that his first-mover advantage had been weakened considerably. On top of that, he had arrived very early in the timeline. Only a little over a decade had passed since the First Shinobi World War, and aside from his father, his older brother, and a retainer named Dodai, he had not heard of a single person in all of Kumogakure.

Dada did not find it regrettable that he had not been born in Konohagakure. Being able to live again was already a huge gain, not to mention that he had arrived in the Naruto world and gained the chance to wield supernatural power.

Besides, Konohagakure was not some charitable institution. Cut it open, and it was blacker than coal tar.

After several years of observation, Dada discovered that Kumogakure was different from what he had imagined. Or rather, the original story had only revealed the tip of the iceberg.