(Brain storage here. The original timeline is pretty chaotic; after sorting it out, this should be roughly right. If you're just here for the wish fulfillment, skip straight to Chapter 72.)
On September 10, Year 37, Konoha, the Uchiha Compound was abuzz with activity and tension. At last, a healthy baby came into the world with a loud cry.
Outside the delivery room, Uchiha Murai's anxious heart finally settled. The midwife smiled kindly as she carefully brought the swaddled baby to Uchiha Ran. The infant smacked his little lips and sucked on his tiny finger, looking absolutely adorable.
"Thank heavens, ma'am. Mother and baby are both safe," the midwife said softly, her voice full of relief.
"Baby, let me see..." Uchiha Ran had just gone through childbirth, and her face was still pale. She spoke weakly, her eyes full of longing and affection as she reached out, wanting to hold her child as soon as possible. It was as though the joy of meeting her baby would wash away all the weariness in the world.
"Ran! Is it a boy or a girl?" Uchiha Murai had been waiting anxiously outside. When he heard the room go quiet, he hurried inside with a broad smile.
Seeing his exhausted wife, whose face nevertheless radiated happiness, and the baby in her arms, his eyes grew moist. Uchiha Ran gently rubbed her cheek against her child, smiling tenderly as she said softly, "It's a boy, dear. Give him a name."
"Haha, looks like my family will have someone to carry on the name after all." Uchiha Murai laughed heartily, then scratched his head and thought for a moment. "Well, how about Uchiha Shisui?"
To him, the name carried his hopes for his child's future. He wished Shisui could be as nimble and resilient as water, and make a place for himself in this ninja world.
As Uchiha Murai and his family basked in the joy of their newborn, warmth filling the room, a shadow suddenly flashed past. In the next instant, a man wearing an animal mask appeared before them like a ghost.
As an elite jōnin of the Uchiha Clan, Murai had sharp reflexes. He sensed the intruder at once, and the three tomoe in his crimson Sharingan began to turn slowly.
His expression darkened. Without hesitation, he swiftly drew a Kunai from his waist and gripped it tightly. He crouched slightly, the three tomoe in his scarlet eyes turning faintly as he took a defensive stance. Keeping a wary eye on the mysterious man, he shouted, "Who are you? How dare you break into the Uchiha Compound!"
A murderous air spread through the room. He was ready to fight, determined to protect his newborn child and his weakened wife.
The man wearing the dog mask stood still, his eyes full of disdain for the Uchiha Clan. He clearly had little patience for their arrogance, something that had bothered him for a long time.
He lifted his chin slightly and said coldly, "Lord Hokage has issued an order. Uchiha Murai, Uchiha Ran, you are to join the supply unit at once and head to the Land of Rain to assist with postwar cleanup."
His voice echoed through the room, cold and leaving no room for argument, shattering the joy that had filled it moments before.
Uchiha Murai furrowed his brow, bewildered. His wife had just given birth and was still weak. Sending her on a mission like this was unreasonable. But Lord Hokage's orders could not be disobeyed. He was caught in a dilemma, his face full of worry and uncertainty.
Uchiha Ran also went pale at his words, worry flooding her heart. She had just given birth. What would happen to the baby if she had to leave?
"Does the Uchiha Clan intend to defy Lord Hokage's orders?" The dog-masked man's tone grew sterner, thick with menace. He had never thought highly of the Uchiha Clan and had no intention of going easy on them now. Anger blazed in his eyes as he shouted.
Though Uchiha Murai was filled with helplessness, he knew the consequences of disobeying would be unthinkable. He gritted his teeth and let out a heavy sigh, then stepped forward to take the mission scroll from the man. "Of course not. We'll carry out Lord Hokage's mission."
His words were filled with bitterness and reluctance. He turned to his weakened wife, his eyes full of guilt.
"It's wartime. I hope the Uchiha Clan will put the village first!" The dog-masked man tossed out the cold remark, then vanished with the Body Flicker Technique.
Uchiha Murai and his family were left to face the sudden, distressing turn of events. Their joy had vanished without a trace, replaced by worry and helplessness over what lay ahead.
"Mother, I'm entrusting Shisui to you." Murai fought back his reluctance. He was already dressed in the crisp uniform of an elite jōnin, yet the vest that marked his rank felt as heavy as a thousand catties.
He carefully placed the swaddled Uchiha Shisui into his mother's trembling arms. His eyes were full of worry and guilt. As a ninja, he couldn't disobey orders, but the thought of leaving his newborn child behind was agonizing.
Uchiha Shisui seemed to sense the sorrow of the parting. He had been quietly sucking his finger, but now he suddenly began to wail. His cries were especially heartrending in the subdued room, as if protesting the separation to come.
Murai's mother's eyes were already red. Holding the baby close, she gently patted him to soothe him and said through her tears, "Go on and carry out your mission. I'll take good care of little Shisui."
Five days later, in a house in Konoha, the home of a white-haired man, a loud cry rang out. Kakashi came into the world, his wail announcing his arrival in this cruel yet extraordinary ninja world.
Inside, the midwife bustled about. Once everything was taken care of, she looked at the wrinkled baby in the swaddling cloth, who nevertheless seemed alert, and smiled with relief. "Congratulations, Lord Sakumo. It's a healthy baby boy."
Kakashi's mother had just given birth. Though she looked exhausted, her eyes were filled with tenderness. She raised a hand slightly and gently touched her child's cheek, her gaze full of the joy of a new mother and hopes for his future.
"Sakumo, I'm leaving Kakashi in your hands." The woman's voice grew fainter. Her once-gentle face had turned noticeably pale, as though the birth had drained all her strength.
Her eyes stayed fixed on the man beside her, full of reluctance and trust. She knew her condition might be dire, and all she could think about was Kakashi, still in his swaddling cloth.
Hearing the woman's weak words, the midwife instinctively turned to look. The sight left her aghast: the bedsheets were covered in blood, which was still spreading. The situation looked extremely dire.
"Lord Sakumo!" the midwife cried anxiously.
Hatake Sakumo shook his head at the midwife, then took the sleeping baby. He looked at her with determination. "Kakashi will grow up to be an excellent child."
After hearing his words, the woman finally could no longer keep her eyes open. She had lost too much blood; there was no saving her.