As a Waste, I'm Sorry

"That was an era of raging war; one day, it was pouring rain.

Shangguan Hong suddenly returned from the battlefield. He seemed to know of your birth, gave you a name, and after saying something to your mother, he left the house in a hurry.

In the end, no one knew where he went, and from that day on, he never returned."

Looking at the falling maple leaves outside the window, she tightened her hold on Yue.

"Your mother raised you alone. When you were one year old, she came to my house and entrusted you to me.

She looked anxious and gave me a wooden box, saying it was a gift she left for you, to be given to you once you were old enough to understand.

From that year on, your mother also went missing; no one knew where she went or what she had done.

With the war raging, I was just an old woman and could do nothing. I asked all your parents' friends, but they all said they didn't know.

In the end, having no other choice, I found the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, but he was also evasive about your parents' affairs.

It was then I realized that some things were not meant for me to inquire about. From that point on, I stopped looking for your parents' whereabouts.

Yue, now that you have decided to become a ninja, it is time I told you these things.

But remember, never seek the answers until you have the strength. Ignorance is bliss; sometimes, being blind is the safest way to live."

Yue stared blankly out the window. The autumn season was coming to an end, welcoming the arrival of the cold, white winter.

He wore thick cotton clothes and nuzzled into the old woman's arms.

"Grandma, I understand."

In his mind, the image of the woman who constantly appeared in his thoughts emerged: those gentle eyes, her careful movements, and her happy smile.

So, she was my mother.

He looked up at the old woman's chin.

"Grandma, can you tell me more stories about my mom and dad?

I didn't know them before, but even though they weren't home, I... I miss them very much."

The old woman wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes; she was old and prone to sentimentality.

"Little Yue, I've wronged you. Grandma is just an ordinary person and doesn't know much. Your father, Shangguan Hong, was said to be an elite Jonin, and your mother was a Chunin, as well as a medical ninja."

"Then what was my mother's name?" Yue asked, his heart racing. After all this time, he could finally know his mother's name.

A look of nostalgia and sadness crossed the old woman's face. "Your mother..." She hesitated for a long time before finally looking relieved.

"Sigh, you would find out eventually anyway, so I might as well tell you now."

The old woman fell into her memories.

"Originally, I was just an ordinary person; how could I have known about these things?

But back then, the affair between your parents caused such a stir that almost all of Konoha knew about it.

Your father had a great reputation and immense strength. Even an old woman like me had heard his name; on the battlefield, everyone called him the White Devil.

By rights, no one should have opposed your father taking a wife.

But your mother—she was an Uchiha!

Sigh.

Although your mother was from a branch family, the commotion at the time was huge. The Uchiha clan did not agree and refused to let their bloodline flow out. In the end, your mother was expelled from the Uchiha.

Not long after that, you were born."

Yue was stunned, his heart churning with waves of shock.

I am an Uchiha? That can't be true, right?

--

Four years ago, Shangguan Yue transmigrated into the world of Naruto. The original body was only one year old, and he didn't know why, but for the first year, his mind had been hazy. Fortunately, Grandma had looked after him, so no trouble occurred.

By the time he was two, Shangguan Yue was finally able to walk normally and speak.

In the Naruto world, this was simply inconceivable—it was too slow. People like Itachi were already contemplating the meaning of life at age three.

After much adaptation, he was finally able to control his body with agility.

Seeing the ninjas leaping across the rooftops of the village and the iconic statues of the past Hokage, he understood that he had arrived in the world of Naruto.

Before transmigrating, although he liked playing the Naruto mobile game, he hadn't watched much of the anime, manga, or movies.

He couldn't help but complain internally, "How am I supposed to play this?"

Although he hadn't watched much, he knew a little bit and understood that this was an extremely dangerous world.

Once he learned the time period and heard people talking about the achievements of the White Fang, he knew for certain that he would experience the Third Shinobi World War.

The sense of urgency in his heart made him start exercising consciously, but unfortunately, effort is worthless in the face of talent.

He discovered that no matter how hard he tried, his physical fitness remained pathetic—what is commonly known as a "weakling."

Realizing he was a "power level of five" scrub, Yue began to call out continuously in his mind.

Everyone who transmigrates into Naruto gets a golden finger, right? So where is mine?

Under the relentless, day-and-night pestering of Yue, the boy who had nearly fallen into despair actually heard a voice responding inside his head.

"Are you calling for a ghost? All day long, all you do is daydream."

"Who's there?" Yue hurriedly stood up and looked around.

"I'm in your head, what are you looking at? Stop calling out, got it? It's very noisy."

"So I do have a golden finger?" Yue's heart was practically leaping out of his chest.

"I am not yours, and as for you, I shall reward you by making you my slave. I am the great God of Balance, the magnificent deity who governs the equilibrium of the world. Kneel, human."

A childish, chuunibyou voice echoed in his mind, making Yue roll his eyes.

"...Moron."

Yue had been an exploited corporate slave before he transmigrated; how could he possibly submit again? He started bickering with this so-called god on the spot.

Neither would yield to the other, but Yue slowly discovered that this god's mental age was only around six years old. Although its voice sounded mature, it was essentially just a child.

Yue began to coax information out of it, learning its true origin: it was actually a fragment of the Balance of God.

The Balance of God was a divine artifact forged by the collective effort of the gods, primarily responsible for governing the world's equilibrium and equivalent exchange.

As for the one inside his head, it had been a pendant Yue wore after being struck by a car at the moment of his transmigration. Stained by his blood, it had recognized him as its master.

The Balance detected that Shangguan Yue had accumulated a vast amount of merit over his previous nine lives, so it directly sacrificed them to take Yue away from Earth, reincarnating him into the world of Naruto and seizing the original body.

The entity in his head was an consciousness spontaneously birthed by the Balance during the transmigration process, mixed with the smart code from Yue's shattered mobile phone, which gave the otherwise rigid consciousness intelligence.

--

To this day, Yue and this god are very familiar with each other. Because Yue knows that the fragment of the Balance of God is now linked to his own life, he has no sense of awe toward it whatsoever.

"You scrub of a god, have you finally finished making my golden finger or not? It's been four years already. Are you slacking off? Even a donkey on a collective farm has to work. Are you just freeloading in my head? It's time to pay rent."

"What are you rushing for? Don't you know this god was only just born? My divine power is too low. It's coming, it's coming, don't panic."