Uchiha Shisui

(Brain storage: the original timeline is quite messy, but I've organized it to be mostly accurate. For those looking for a power fantasy, skip directly to Chapter 72.)

September 10th, Year 37 of Konoha. The Uchiha compound was a flurry of busy, tense activity. Finally, accompanied by a loud "waa," a healthy baby boy entered the world.

Outside the delivery room, Uchiha Murai's heart, which had been hanging by a thread, finally settled. The midwife wore a kind smile as she carefully carried the swaddled infant to Uchiha Ran. The baby was smacking his tiny lips, sucking on his finger—an adorable sight.

"Thank heavens, Madam. Both mother and child are safe," the midwife whispered, her voice filled with relief.

"Child, let me see..." Having just gone through labor, Uchiha Ran's face was still pale and she spoke weakly. Her eyes were filled with urgency and maternal love. She reached out, desperate to hold her baby for the first time, as if all the exhaustion in the world had been washed away by the joy of seeing him.

"Ran! Is it a boy or a girl?" Uchiha Murai had been pacing outside, burning with impatience. Hearing the silence inside, he hurried in, his face wreathed in smiles.

Seeing his weak but radiant wife and the baby in her arms, his eyes grew slightly moist. Uchiha Ran gently rubbed her cheek against the baby's, a tender smile on her face as she whispered, "It's a boy, dear. Give him a name."

"Haha, I, Murai, finally have an heir!" Uchiha Murai laughed heartily, then scratched his head in thought. "Well, let's call him Uchiha Shisui."

In his heart, this name carried his expectations for the child's future, hoping he would be as fluid and resilient as water, carving out his own path in this world of ninjas.

Just as the Uchiha Murai family was immersed in the joy of new life, the room filled with warmth, a black shadow flickered. A man wearing an animal mask appeared before them like a ghost.

As a Jonin of the Uchiha clan, Uchiha Murai's reflexes were sharp. He sensed the intruder instantly, his scarlet Sharingan spinning with three tomoe.

His face darkened. Without hesitation, he drew a kunai from his waist, gripped it tightly, and crouched slightly. With his three-tomoe eyes spinning, he took a defensive stance, glaring at the mysterious man and shouting, "Who are you, daring to trespass in the Uchiha compound!"

A murderous aura permeated the room. He was ready for battle, sworn to protect his newborn child and his weak wife.

The man in the dog mask stood his ground, his eyes filled with disdain for the Uchiha clan; it was clear he had always loathed their arrogance.

He lifted his chin slightly and said coldly, "Lord Hokage has ordered: Uchiha Murai, Uchiha Ran, you two are to follow the supply team to the Land of Rain immediately to assist with post-war cleanup."

His voice echoed in the room, cold and unquestionable, shattering the atmosphere of joy.

Uchiha Murai frowned, stunned. His wife had just given birth and was still weak; it was unreasonable to send them on such a mission now. Yet, the Hokage's orders could not be defied. He was caught in a dilemma, his face etched with conflict and worry.

Uchiha Ran turned pale upon hearing this, a wave of anxiety washing over her. She had just given birth—what would happen to the baby if they left?

"Does the Uchiha clan intend to defy the Hokage's orders!" The man in the dog mask grew more severe, his tone thick with threats. He had never liked the Uchiha, and now he showed them no mercy, his eyes blazing with anger as he barked the command.

Though Uchiha Murai felt helpless, he knew the consequences of disobedience were unthinkable. Gritting his teeth, he let out a heavy sigh, stepped forward to take the mission scroll, and said in a low voice, "We dare not! We will fulfill Lord Hokage's mission."

His words were filled with bitterness and reluctance. He turned to look at his weak wife, his eyes brimming with guilt.

"We are in a time of war. I hope your Uchiha clan puts the village first!" After dropping this cold remark, the man in the dog mask vanished using a Body Flicker technique.

Only the Uchiha Murai family remained, plunged into this sudden and distressing turn of events. The original joy had vanished without a trace, replaced by worry and helplessness regarding the situation they were about to face.

"Mother, I leave Shisui in your care." Murai suppressed his reluctance. He was now dressed in his crisp Jonin gear, but the flak jacket that symbolized his rank felt as heavy as Thousand Jun.

He carefully handed the swaddled Uchiha Shisui to his mother's trembling hands, his eyes full of worry and guilt. As a ninja, he could not defy orders, but leaving his newborn child behind tore at his heart.

Uchiha Shisui seemed to sense the parting; the baby, who had been quietly sucking his finger, began to wail. The sound was heart-wrenching in the oppressive room, as if protesting the impending separation.

Murai's mother's eyes were already red. She held the baby tightly, patting him to soothe him while choking back tears. "Go and complete your mission. I will take good care of little Shisui."

Five days later, in a residence in Konoha, lived a man with white hair. Accompanied by a loud cry, Kakashi entered the world, his "waa" announcing his arrival into this cruel yet legendary ninja world.

Inside, the midwife bustled about. Once everything was settled, she looked at the wrinkled but spirited baby in the swaddling clothes, a relieved smile on her face. "Congratulations, Lord Hatake Sakumo, it's a healthy baby boy."

Kakashi's mother, having just gone through labor, was exhausted but her eyes were filled with tenderness. She lifted her hand slightly to touch the baby's cheek, her eyes brimming with the joy of new motherhood and hopes for his future.

"Sakumo, I leave Kakashi to you." The woman's voice grew weaker. Her once-gentle face was now deathly pale, as if the labor had drained every ounce of her strength.

Her gaze remained fixed on the man beside her, filled with reluctance and trust. She knew her condition was dire, and her only thoughts were of the infant Kakashi.

The midwife, hearing the woman's weak words, instinctively turned to look. She gasped in horror—the bedsheets were soaked in blood, the glaring red spreading rapidly. The situation was critical.

"Lord Hatake Sakumo!" the midwife cried out in alarm.

Hatake Sakumo shook his head at the midwife and took the sleeping baby, looking at her with firm resolve. "Kakashi will grow up to be an excellent child."

Upon hearing this, the woman's eyelids finally gave way. She had lost too much blood; there was no saving her.