Traveling through the Hyuga Clan

Year 38 of the Leaf Village, the Second Shinobi World War has been going on for nearly a year.

In this short year, countless people—both civilians and shinobi—have died because of the war, bringing immense pain to the participating nations.

At this point, the scale and frequency of the war have dropped significantly compared to the beginning. Although the hatred between them remains, the major powers have almost no strength left to keep the war going.

Time does not move according to human will, ticking forward slowly.

The season of cicadas gradually fades away from us, and golden fallen leaves begin to drift with the wind, forming a blazing red expanse. Viewed from a high vantage point, they look like leaping flames burning fiercely, just like the name of the Leaf Village: wherever the leaves dance, the fire burns on.

The Will of Fire is reborn in the flames!

The pain of early autumn in the Leaf Village and the ongoing war cause many shinobi to lose their lives on the battlefield.

The older generation passes away, new life is born, and the Will of Fire will also burn on.

In a corner at the center of the Leaf Village, the compound of the Hyuga Clan, one of the three great ninja clans of the Leaf Village, is located here, occupying a large swath of land in the center of the village.

Relying on the powerful Byakugan dōjutsu, the Hyuga Clan holds the prestige of being one of the three founding families of the Leaf Village.

In a corner of the clan compound, inside a two-story wooden house, a woman is screaming with a piercing voice. Intermittently, a woman's words of encouragement come from the side from time to time.

"Push, it's almost out."

"Ah, ah!!!"

"Push a bit more, take a deep breath, push."

"Ah..."

"Waah waah waah waah..."

"It's born, it's born, it's a boy."

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo..." After a rush of heavy breathing comes over, the woman gradually calms down.

Quietness returns to the room once again.

Along with a sharp pain, Xu Yan gradually recovers some thoughts.

I'm actually still alive! Xu Yan cannot help feeling a bit fortunate. I really have a great life; I never thought I wouldn't die after falling from such a high place.

Xu Yan tries hard to open his eyes, but cannot open them no matter what, and cannot feel any sensation throughout his entire body.

Xu Yan struggles, wanting to sit up, but still has no sensation!

Xu Yan panics all at once: Could it be that I've become a vegetable?!

Some sounds come from beside his ears, but Xu Yan has no idea what they are talking about, and even if he wants to speak, he cannot say a word at all.

Then, another sharp pain strikes, and Xu Yan instantly passes out.

"Madam, your son is very healthy, crying and making a fuss, and just now he even seemed to want to sit up!"

A weak voice says softly, "As long as he is healthy, that's enough. I just hope Junfu's spirit in heaven can bless our son to be safe and healthy."

"Don't worry, Madam. I've seen plenty of newborns; your young master is very energetic and will definitely be a powerful shinobi in the future."

"Thank you, Lin. I've troubled you."

"It's nothing, this is what I should do." Lin tidies up, carries a basin of water and walks out. "You get some good rest first, I'll go and come right back."

"Mm."

With the closing of the room door, the room grows quiet once again.

The woman looks at her son sleeping beside her, a satisfied smile appearing on her tired face.

"Yan, from now on your name will be Hyuga Iwa. This name was chosen for you by your dad..." The woman says while gently and tenderly grooming Hyuga Iwa's sparse hair.

The mighty power of time exerts its effects once again, marching forward firmly in silence.

It has already been a month since Hyuga Iwa was born.

Xu Yan—no, from now on he should be called Hyuga Iwa—is currently looking speechless as the woman handles his body, busy up and down, wiping away the shit he just shat out from his belly.

Yes, that's right, Hyuga Iwa just shat.

As a baby only a few months old, isn't it completely normal to shit! Hyuga Iwa comforts himself inwardly.

However, the cold winter wind still makes Hyuga Iwa shiver uncontrollably.

Sigh, my lifelong reputation is ruined, Hyuga Iwa thinks silently as he watches the woman busy beside him. So she is my mother in this lifetime.

Hyuga Iwa sighs slightly, a faint sorrow lingering between his brows.

The woman looks at the rich expressions on Hyuga Iwa's small face, gives Hyuga Iwa's butt a light pat, and says half-annoyed and half-amused, "Frowning even when you're this small, you're a little adult acting like a kid."

Hyuga Iwa instantly becomes unhappy; he prepares to rebel against violence and abuse.

"Waah waah waah waah..." Hyuga Iwa dances with his hands and feet, loudly "calling for help".

With a soft chuckle, the woman is amused by Hyuga Iwa, covers him with the quilt, tidies up the pile of clothes stained with the excrement of the five grains, carries the water basin, and walks out.

The woman gently pulls the room door shut, and the room grows quiet once again.

The corners of Hyuga Iwa's mouth curl up slightly, his mood clearly very good.

But thinking of something right after, Hyuga Iwa's mouth droops again, pouting as he cannot help thinking: Just when is this ever going to end?!

Hyuga Iwa is only a month or so old now; he cannot speak, cannot understand speech, and cannot walk at all. Even his body is very difficult to control, and it is only recently that he has gradually been able to see things clearly, otherwise Hyuga Iwa would have thought he was disabled.

But thinking about it, a newborn baby's bones, muscles, nerves, and so on are still in a rapid development stage, so it is completely normal to be temporarily unable to move. Which child hasn't gone through this?! It's just that other children don't have their own consciousness, while Hyuga Iwa transmigrated over, so he is merely venting his bored emotions.

However, there is one thing that Hyuga Iwa cares about very much, because he discovers that his eyes and the eyes of his mother in this lifetime are completely white!

Byakugan? Hokage? Or...

Speaking of which, before transmigrating, Hyuga Iwa was just an ordinary working stiff, working from nine to five every day and earning a meager salary. His wife even divorced him because of his lack of ambition. Perhaps his only hobbies every day were playing on the computer, playing video games, and occasionally gathering with colleagues and friends, watching those days pass by one by one.

Who could have known that during a rare trip, he would step into empty air, fall off a cliff, and wake up right here.

Hyuga Iwa himself does not know whether he is lucky or unlucky.

Perhaps he is lucky? Allowing him to live his life all over again, and besides, is this the world of Hokage? Fine, fine, although he has hardly watched more than a few episodes of the anime, at least he has read some fanfiction, so he isn't completely clueless about everything. Hyuga Iwa comforts himself inwardly.

What's done is done, accept it as it comes, and take it slow; hopefully, he can live a brilliant life in this lifetime. Thinking about it, Hyuga Iwa falls into a deep sleep.

Time flows slowly, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a year passes again. Hyuga Iwa lies flat on the bed, propping himself up with both hands, struggling to stand. After failing a few times, he finally wobbles, holds onto the head of the bed, and stands up.

After standing up, Hyuga Iwa rests his back against the head of the bed, puts his hands on his hips, and crisp laughter echoes throughout the entire room.

"Hahahaha, I, Hu Hansan, have finally stood up again!"