An Encounter with Naruto

This storage scroll was no small thing. Not only did it contain three Mangekyou Sharingan, it now also held crucial future events in the ninja world.

If some fellow transmigrator got their hands on it, wouldn't they take off right from the start?

Heh, but there probably weren't any others.

There was already one transmigrator—him. There was no way several more transmigrators would show up in some cliché twist, right?

If they did, he would truly have to kill without mercy.

After all, if too many people knew the plot, wouldn't everything become a complete mess?

When fellow countrymen from another world met, they would not necessarily tear up with joy. It was far more likely that one would stab the other in the back.

Takuya chuckled as he thought about all that nonsense.

His stomach rumbled, reminding him that he had yet to eat dinner.

Takuya stood up, gazed out the window for a while, and stretched before finally leaving the Hokage's office.

The Uchiha clansman was still standing guard outside the door with utmost seriousness. Takuya patted him on the shoulder. "Have you eaten?"

The young clansman with the Three-Tomoe Sharingan answered excitedly, "Not yet, Clan Head—no, Lord Hokage!!"

Takuya laughed. "Mm, good. You've done well. You can get off work now."

"Yes, Lord Hokage!"

The quick-witted Uchiha clansman excitedly followed Takuya downstairs.

No one had come looking for him all afternoon, which proved there was nothing that required his personal attention. Takuya decisively headed toward the Uchiha Compound, ready to go home after work.

His first day on the job had been truly relaxing.

Takuya strolled along leisurely, chuckling to himself.

As he passed a ramen shop, Takuya hesitantly stopped.

At this hour, Mikoto and the others had probably already eaten, right? Should I have some ramen before going back?

Sigh, not having phones to keep in touch was such a hassle.

Takuya thought with a headache.

The technological level of the Naruto World was rather absurd.

They clearly had televisions and refrigerators, so why had no one come up with mobile phones?

Wouldn't communication be much more convenient that way? People could contact each other from thousands of miles away...

Takuya quietly made up his mind. In the future, he would definitely work on technology. He did not need to build spaceships and head into outer space, but he at least wanted to introduce some basic technology for everyday use.

That should not be difficult for the scientists of the Land of Fire.

After all, they already had televisions. Making mobile phones should not be especially difficult. As long as he threw enough money at it, there should probably be no problem.

"Uncle Teuchi! Goodbye!"

Just as Takuya stood outside the ramen shop, still hesitating, a youthful yet energetic voice rang out.

Then, a little kid shot out like a bullet and slammed into Takuya's leg with a thud.

With a cry of pain, he fell onto the steps.

Takuya looked at the blond boy sitting on the steps, rubbing his butt with one hand and his forehead with the other. A trace of surprise flashed through his eyes.

He had not expected to run into Naruto.

Noticing the man's scrutinizing gaze, Naruto scrambled to his feet. His words came out jumbled as he repeatedly bowed in apology, anxiety flashing through his eyes. Was he going to get beaten again?

He feared that this ninja, whose face he had not even seen clearly, would be like those villagers who called him a demon fox and beat him without asking questions... Besides, it had been his fault for not watching where he was going and crashing into someone...

Yet the beating or scolding he expected never came.

"Kid, your name is Naruto, right? Naruto Uzumaki."

Naruto jerked his head up and stared directly into the ninja uncle's eyes. "Uncle, how do you know my name?!"

Then he grew a little excited. "Has my great name spread throughout the entire village already? Do even all the ninja uncles know it now?!"

Looking at Naruto's excited expression, Takuya chuckled.

"Because Uncle is friends with your father. And Uncle's wife was also very close with your mother."

"Huh?"

Naruto was stunned. "Uncle, you know my dad and mom?!"

Ever since he could remember, he had never seen his father or mother. Over time, he had grown used to living alone.

"Of course I knew them. Didn't I say I was your father's friend? Come on, go home with Uncle. Auntie wants to see you too."

Takuya had acted on a sudden whim. He had loved Naruto in his previous life, or else he would not have watched all 720 episodes of Naruto without skipping a single one.

He had been too busy these past two days and had not had time to think about Naruto. Now that he had run into him, he wanted to bring Naruto home and raise him.

Naruto was still young. His sense of right and wrong could still be properly taught and corrected.

To be honest, Takuya did not like Naruto's habit of using Talk no Jutsu at the drop of a hat and forgiving enemies on behalf of others.

For example, Obito had not only caused Naruto's parents' deaths, but also killed his good friend. Nagato had even killed Naruto's mentor, Jiraiya. Yet Naruto chose to forgive them all.

When facing enemies, one should repay vengeance with vengeance and kindness with kindness, rather than casually letting things go and forgiving the other party.

It was rare for him to transmigrate into the Naruto World and even become the Fifth Hokage. Naturally, Naruto's personality had to be corrected.

Moreover, he was deeply indignant over the unfair treatment Naruto had suffered. Naruto was clearly the descendant of a hero, yet he had endured such unfair treatment.

Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Third Hokage, truly had done nothing decent.

If Minato Namikaze were still alive, perhaps he would regret his decision to seal half of the Nine-Tails inside Naruto?

Kushina would very likely have started a fight, given her fiery temper.

There was another reason as well. Sarutobi Hiruzen had been killed by Takuya, and most of his direct ANBU had been captured by Kakashi and his people. There was now no one left to monitor Naruto, so arrangements for Naruto needed to be made quickly. After all, he was the Nine-Tails' jinchuriki.

Naruto instinctively took Takuya's outstretched hand. After following him for two steps, Naruto suddenly stopped. Takuya lowered his head in confusion, only to see Naruto stare blankly for several seconds before belatedly pointing at himself with a trembling finger. His face full of terror, he asked, "Uncle, you're not a human trafficker, are you?!"

Takuya shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Uncle isn't a human trafficker. Look at this."

Takuya bent down slightly and pointed at the Konoha forehead protector he wore. "Uncle is a ninja from the village. How could I possibly be a human trafficker?"

Naruto muttered, "But the traffickers on TV all trick children away like this."

"Have you ever seen a human trafficker wearing a Konoha forehead protector?"

Naruto shook his head. "Well, no."

Seeing that Naruto was still somewhat reluctant, Takuya simply brought out his trump card.

"Naruto, don't you want to know who your father and mother were?

"Your father and mother were heroes who protected Konoha, you know?"

Takuya coaxed him patiently.

Naruto hesitated, murmuring, "Heroes?" Then he instantly nodded with determination. "I want to know."

Everyone else had a father and mother, so why did he not?

He had long envied them terribly and desperately wanted to know who his parents were. He had even asked Grandpa Hokage before, but Grandpa Hokage had said he did not know...