Three years had passed since the Fourth Great Shinobi World War ended. Naruto and Hinata were married and Sasuke, just as history dictated, had left the village to protect it from the shadows. Lady Tsunade still held the title of Fifth Hokage.
Inside Naruto’s residence, in a dimly lit bedroom, Kenji stood staring at his reflection in the mirror and he couldn't process what he was seeing.
Instead of his normal, familiar face, he was looking at a five-foot young man with spiky blonde hair and striking blue eyes.
What the fuck is going on? I just went to sleep normally last night... why the hell am I in this strange body and where the fuck even am I?
His real name was Alex. He had been an average guy in the United States, an overworked computer science student struggling to pull off his third all-nighter in a row for midterm exams.
The last thing he remembered was exhaustion washing over him at his desk before everything went black and when he woke up, he was standing in this completely foreign room, trapped inside a stranger's body.
Am I hallucinating? Did three straight days without sleep finally break my brain? He tried to make sense of the absurdity, desperately hoping it was just a vivid hallucination. Could this just be a crazy dream?
Before he could process the thought any further, a sudden, tearing pain spiked straight through his brain.
"Agh..what the hell!"
Unfamiliar memories flooded his mind like a broken dam. The sudden sensory overload forced him to his knees, curling up on the floor as he clutched his pounding head.
The agony lasted only a minute but the sheer volume of information left him gasping for air. His eyes widened in absolute shock as the full truth hit him.
"No fucking way... I'm in the Naruto world?" Alex now Kenji, muttered under his breath.
He slowly pulled himself off the cold floor, feeling disheveled and disoriented as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He needed to organize his thoughts immediately.
This body belonged to a young man named Kenji. Today was his eighteenth birthday. Standing at barely 152 centimeters, he was short for his age but his physical stature was the least of his concerns.
He was literally inside the brutal ninja world, a universe where death was a daily reality.
"Holy shit... how am I supposed to survive in a place like this with a weak body like this?" Kenji whispered with panic in his voice.
Then came the realization that almost made his heart stop.
"I'm... the adopted son of Naruto and Hinata?"
Three months ago, while Naruto was out on a solo mission, he discovered a hidden basement controlled by a twisted rogue couple.
Kenji had been kept captive there since childhood, severely abused and malnourished because of his trauma and a vocal defect, he couldn't speak and his developmental state had been severely delayed.
Naruto felt overwhelming sympathy for the boy's suffering and decided to bring him back to the Leaf Village to protect him.
When Hinata heard about the frail, gentle-looking kid who had suffered so much cruelty, her motherly instincts kicked in immediately.
She insisted on bringing him into their home, promising to care for him as her own son. That was how Kenji had officially become part of the Uzumaki household.
"Am I seriously not dreaming?" Kenji raised his hand and slapped his own cheek with full force. A sharp sting flared across his skin. "Ow... okay, definitely not dreaming."
He took a deep breath, trying to steady his rapid breathing as he plotted his next move.
At least since I'm living under Naruto and Hinata's roof, I should be safe from most of the dangerous shit out there, he reasoned with a small sigh of relief. He wasn't built for a world where people killed each other with superpower ninja magic.
But wait... I can talk fine now. How the hell am I supposed to explain this to Naruto and Hinata?
For the past three months, Kenji had been completely silent, acting practically non-verbal and helpless around them.
If he suddenly started speaking fluent Japanese and acting completely normal, they might get suspicious. What if they thought he was cured and sent him off to live on his own or worse, sent him to an orphanage?
Knowing Naruto's personality, he probably wouldn't abandon me... and even if he thought about it, Hinata would never let him, Kenji thought, a soft smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
During his brief time here, Hinata had showered him with endless affection and warmth. She treated him like fragile glass, personally cooking his meals, checking on him constantly and making sure he felt safe and pampered.
She was fiercely protective of her new "son," and there was no way she would agree to kick him out.
Kenji leaned back against the bedframe, staring up at the wooden ceiling as thoughts began to stir in his mind.
"If whatever god transported me here had any manners, they should have at least given me a cheat system," Kenji muttered, shaking his head.
As if answering Kenji's silent complaint, a semi-transparent blue status panel suddenly materialised in front of his eyes.
Name: Kenji
Rank: None
Skills: None
"Holy shit," Kenji gasped, his heart hammering against his ribs.
A real system... damn.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, a wave of information flowed directly into his brain, explaining the interface's basic functions.
He would receive specific missions and completing them would grant rewards ranging from new skills to rank progressions.
A surge of excitement hit him. With this, I can actually become overpowered in this world.
He studied the floating screen but no active tasks were listed yet. How am I supposed to trigger these missions? he wondered, resting a finger against his chin.
When no further prompt appeared, he shrugged to himself. Guess I'll have to figure it out as I go.
For now, he had a more immediate issue to address: revealing to Naruto and Hinata that he could speak. Deciding to take things step by step, Kenji left his room and walked down the hallway.
His bedroom was the one originally meant for Boruto, while Himawari’s room remained empty; Naruto and Hinata occupied the master bedroom down the hall.
Descending the stairs into the living area, Kenji glanced around at the timber walls and open layout, recognizing the interior from the anime.
Then his gaze shifted toward the kitchen counter and his mind came to a screeching halt.
Hinata was standing by the sink was washing dishes. She was wearing nothing except a light blue pair of lace panties and an oversized white T shirt.
Because she viewed Kenji as a traumatized, harmless young boy with limited understanding of the world, she hadn't bothered dressing formally around the house but to Alex, who possessed the mind of an twenty one-year-old college student, the view was overwhelming.
The thin fabric of the baggy T shirt offered no real coverage. As the morning light hit the kitchen, the dark outlines of her perky nipples were clearly visible against the translucent material, completely unconstrained by a bra.
Her bare, smooth legs stretched down to the floor, leading up to the subtle swell of her hips wrapped in thin silk.
Kenji felt blood rush straight down, his cock hardening instantly against his underwear.
Holy shit... she's my adoptive mother. I need to get a grip, he thought, trying desperately to pull his eyes away but his gaze remained glued to the gentle sway of her hips as she scrubbed the plates.
He stood frozen near the bottom of the stairs for a solid two minutes, completely captivated by the view.
When Hinata finished the last dish, she wiped her hands on a towel and turned around. Spotting Kenji standing there with a blank expression, a soft, affectionate smile washed over her face.
She was long accustomed to his quiet, dazed behavior. A fleeting touch of pity passed through her eyes before dissolving back into warmth.
"Good morning, Kenji. When did you wake up?" she asked softly.
She walked over, gently taking his hand and guided him toward the living room sofa. Sitting down beside him, she leaned in close with an encouraging look.
"Can you say good morning, Kenji?" she asked gently, repeating the daily routine she used to help him practice vocalizing. As usual, she expected silence or a soft grunt.
Kenji looked into her warm lavender eyes, paused for effect and forced out a deliberate, hesitant stutter: "G-Goo... d mor... nin... g."
Hinata’s eyes widened in complete astonishment. Her breath caught in her throat. "Kenji... you spoke! You can finally talk!"
Overwhelmed with emotion, she threw her arms around him and pulled him into a tight, desperate hug.
As she embraced him, her soft tits pressed flush against his face and chest. The faint, sweet scent of her lavender soap filled his lungs, sending another jolt straight to his groin.
Fuck, this is absolute torture... Kenji thought, his mind racing as he felt her hardened nipples rubbing lightly through the thin T shirt against his tshirt.
Before he could process the sensation any further, a bright ping echoed in his mind. The blue status panel flickered into view right over Hinata's shoulder, displaying a new notification.
[New Mission Triggered]
Get hand job from Hinata
Reward: Mind Manipulation (E-Grade)
What the actual fuck? Kenji stared at the floating words in disbelief.
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