Hatake Shudan

Hatake Shudan, originally named Shudan, had been a technical engineer at a state-owned pharmaceutical factory. During one experiment, on a whim, he downed some purified sleeping pills with water. The result was that he passed out under an extremely intense sensation of suffocation, and when he woke up, he found himself in the world of Naruto.

Never mind why this guy, young and with a bright future ahead of him, had a screw loose and drank sleeping pills—Shudan had indeed arrived in this Naruto world, full of black tech and thoroughly unscientific.

After going through a series of experiences that other authors could stretch into thirty or forty chapters—suddenly transmigrating to the center of a battlefield, being chased by bloodthirsty enemies, being rescued and taken in by the White Fang of Konoha, and passing the village's tests—Shudan finally settled down in the Naruto world, in Konoha, at Hatake Sakumo's home.

Standing in front of the mirror at home, Shudan looked at the cute eight-year-old black-haired boy reflected back at him, and a sense of unreality welled up inside. Yet, no matter how unreal it felt, he was already here. Even if this were just a dream, Shudan would grit his teeth and see it through!

"Shudan!"

Back at home, seeing Shudan "reflecting" in front of the mirror, Hatake Sakumo patted him on the shoulder:

"Shudan, I brought you back to the village because I couldn't bear to see you die on the battlefield. While you're young, Konoha will take care of you. Once you become a ninja, you must also give back to the village. Nothing in this world comes without reason. Your talent is exceptional—in just half a year, you've already mastered everything a Lower-rank Medical Ninja should. That's also why the Third Hokage turns a blind eye to your usual troublemaking. But you can't just run wild because of that..."

"Uncle Sakumo, I know I was wrong!"

Shudan cut off Hatake Sakumo's words, looking at the serious man before him with a hint of innocent shame on his face:

"Are you going to take me door to door next to explain why Moshang Shizhen provoked all those famous ninjas? I remember that includes Jiraiya, Tsunade, Lord Danzo, the Hyuga Main Family, the Uchiha..."

"Ahem..."

Hatake Sakumo coughed awkwardly, a slightly embarrassed look on his face as he spoke to Shudan:

"Well, Shudan, you're sensible now. Let me teach you another ninja principle: no matter the circumstances, even if you've been drugged, a ninja must not lose their true heart. Once you lose control, the consequences can be severe. Moshang Shizhen is a perfect example. Look at the time—I'd better go prepare tonight's dinner..."

"Bam!"

With the door slamming shut, Hatake Sakumo stumbled out of the room. Watching his slightly awkward retreating figure, a sly grin of success crept onto Shudan's young face:

"Hatake Sakumo is great in every way, except he's completely helpless with kids. Lucky for me, that's why I can use my genius experimental potions on others without restraint. Hmm, at this rate, Uncle Sakumo won't be shielding me in another two years. If I want to keep finding 'volunteers' for these world-shaking potions without getting scolded, I need to upgrade to a Mid-rank Medical Ninja within those two years..."

Shudan was happily reminiscing about the benefits of having Sakumo as his scapegoat and fall guy combined, when suddenly, a surge of Chakra gathered inside the house!

"Something's up!"

Shudan hurriedly looked toward the source of the Chakra, only to see a stream of white liquid spray directly into his face!

A smell of urine hit him. Shudan's smug grin instantly twisted into a grimace. Turning toward the direction of the spray, he saw a wooden cradle where a baby with snow-white hair and dead fish eyes glared coldly at him. The displeasure was perfectly conveyed through those eternally unchanging eyes!

Shudan silently flipped the baby off, then, ignoring his own stench, he first helped Hatake Kakashi change his diaper.

That's right, this brat was Kakashi. Even if you threw him into a pile of a thousand babies, those ever-present dead fish eyes would make him instantly recognizable. The reason Shudan took care of Kakashi's diaper before himself was simple: if he didn't, this little menace would absolutely unleash his ultimate infant skill—wailing at the top of his lungs!

Making the child of his benefactor cry in his own home—did he want to keep living here or not?

"Dammit, should I have expected this from Kakashi? At just two years old, he can gather this much Chakra to signal he needs to pee. Seriously, I was only a little late bringing the potty. Was that necessary?"

Shudan grumbled as he changed Kakashi's diaper. But even though Kakashi couldn't understand what he was saying, he still flipped Shudan off with that same displeased look!

Shudan: "..."

Meeting those dead fish eyes again, Shudan winced in pain. Holding the used diaper, he opened the door and walked out:

"Still have one potion left to test the effects. Before dinner, I'd better hurry up and trick someone into drinking this stuff!"

With spiky white hair, a sturdy build, and a resolute face accentuated by red paint at the corners of his eyes, Jiraiya was currently peering through a small hole in the wall, completely focused on gathering intelligence inside!

Watching Jiraiya press his whole body against the wooden wall of the women's bathhouse, Shudan's eye twitched. In this era, ninjas—especially those with a sense of danger—all pushed their bodies to the limit through training, resulting in physiques that rivaled models and bodybuilders.

Add to that Jiraiya's naturally handsome face and bright future, and plenty of beautiful women should have been throwing themselves at him. But this guy had a screw loose, insisting on acting like a pervert and peeping. No wonder no girls liked him. Even if someone did, the moment they heard his reputation, they'd keep their distance. Look at Orochimaru—always wearing a deadpan, even sinister expression, yet he was still a heartthrob among the ladies!

But disdain aside, Shudan was grateful for Jiraiya's habits. That was the only reason he could confidently recommend his potion to this guy. With that thought, Shudan silently walked up and tapped Jiraiya on the shoulder!

Completely absorbed in "monitoring" the women's bathhouse, Jiraiya hadn't noticed anything around him. It wasn't until Shudan tapped his shoulder that he snapped awake. But true to his Jonin-level professionalism, even with cold sweat running down his back, Jiraiya didn't make a sound. Instead, he quietly turned his head and whispered to Shudan:

"Shudan, what are you doing here? Leave quickly. I suspect ninjas from other villages have infiltrated this area and are watching. It's too dangerous here. Get out of here now!"

"You've got to be kidding me. If you said that somewhere else, I might actually believe you!"

Shudan thought to himself but didn't say it out loud. Instead, he put on an admiring expression:

"Really, Lord Jiraiya? You alone discovered a spy infiltrating the village? You're truly a pillar of Konoha! Perfect timing—I happen to have a potion here that can make monitoring enemy targets clearer. I'll give it to you for free!"

"Really?"

Once he entered pervert mode, Jiraiya's IQ dropped to zero, and he didn't doubt Shudan's words at all. In his current state of mind, since Shudan hadn't immediately exposed his peeping, he couldn't possibly be out to harm him. He downed Shudan's potion in one gulp, only to immediately find his Chakra surging uncontrollably out of his body. With a thunderous crash, the wooden wall in front of him shattered into pieces!