"Don't kill me…"
"Filthy commoners, all of you—die!"
When Uzumaki Rin regained consciousness, the scene before him left him completely stunned.
A man dressed in ninja attire—looking wildly out of place—was harvesting lives one after another with shuriken in hand.
The first thing Uzumaki Rin wanted to do upon seeing this was to run. But the moment he tried to move, he realized something was wrong. His body was tightly wrapped, and after a brief moment of sensing his condition, he discovered the truth—
He was a baby.
What… is happening? How did I turn into a baby?
Just then, he felt something like raindrops falling onto his face. But when he wiped it with his tiny hand, he realized—
It wasn't rain.
It was blood.
Turning his head, he saw a pair of lifeless eyes. The light had already faded from them, yet on that face remained a trace of gentle love… and a faint hint of unwillingness.
Is this… my mother in this life?
Even in death, she still wore a loving smile. That trace of reluctance on her face… was it because she couldn't continue to take care of me? Because she didn't want to die?
Why… Why would fate show me something this cruel?
In his previous life on Earth, Uzumaki Rin had been an orphan. Born with a congenital heart condition, he had been abandoned at the gates of an orphanage. From a young age, he could only watch others run and play, while he himself couldn't engage in any strenuous activity. He couldn't even let his emotions fluctuate too much.
And on the day the old director of the orphanage passed away, he could no longer remain calm.
That was when his life ended.
Yet now, upon opening his eyes once again, he had been reborn.
"Why… why let me see something like this? Why couldn't it be a scene of warmth in a delivery room, with parents who loved me? Why do I have to watch my mother die right in front of me?!"
Uzumaki Rin roared inwardly, his chest filled with rage as he vented his fury toward the heavens.
But his furious cries only came out as shrill wails of a baby.
"Hm? There's still a little brat here. At your age, you won't survive anyway. I might as well show mercy and send you to reunite with your mother."
After slaughtering everyone, the ninja was about to leave when Uzumaki Rin's cries caught his attention.
Having just vented his emotions, Uzumaki Rin looked up—only to see the blood-stained ninja walking toward him with a shuriken in hand.
It's over. My voice must have attracted him. What do I do? Did I really just transmigrate only to die again?
"Don't blame me, kid. Blame your bad luck."
With that, the ninja raised his shuriken.
Uzumaki Rin was already in despair. What kind of difference in strength existed between a baby and a ninja? It was immeasurable. Even a hundred million babies couldn't harm a single hair on a ninja's head.
Just as he closed his eyes, ready to accept death—
A voice sounded from behind the ninja.
"Rasengan."
Boom!!!
The ninja standing before Uzumaki Rin was instantly sent flying, spinning through the air. A scream followed, accompanied by a deafening explosion. It was clear—the ninja was dead.
But none of that mattered.
What mattered was that Uzumaki Rin recognized the person who had just appeared and saved his life.
One of the Legendary Sannin—Jiraiya.
The distinctive facial markings, the wild white hair, and that Rasengan technique famous throughout the Naruto world—
There was no doubt.
The man before him was Jiraiya.
So… I really did transmigrate into the Naruto world.
"The Uzumaki clan… sigh… kid, you're lucky you ran into me. Otherwise, you'd be dead by now. But why do I keep crossing paths with the Uzumaki clan? I just finished teaching one Uzumaki disciple, and before I even made it back to Konoha, I end up saving another Uzumaki baby."
Jiraiya glanced at Uzumaki Rin and the corpse of his mother beside him, sighing as he muttered to himself.
After that, he picked up the infant Uzumaki Rin and performed a jutsu.
"Earth Style: Swamp of the Underworld."
"Kid, I need to return to Konoha, so I don't have time to properly bury your mother. When you grow up, come back and move her grave yourself."
Although Uzumaki Rin was in Jiraiya's arms, he could see everything clearly. His mother's body was carefully protected, wrapped in earth before being gently lowered underground.
It wasn't as good as a proper coffin, but expecting Jiraiya to craft one was unrealistic.
So Uzumaki Rin didn't feel dissatisfied. Instead, he silently swore that when he grew up, he would return and give his mother a proper burial.
Even though his mother in this life had never spent a single day with him, it was she who gave him life.
Especially the expression she had before death—it made his heart ache deeply.
That was something he had never experienced before.
A mother's love.
As Jiraiya leapt from tree to tree, Uzumaki Rin, due to his infant body, gradually fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up again, he found himself in a room. Beside him was an empty milk bottle, and Jiraiya was sleeping nearby.
Perhaps it was Uzumaki Rin's breathing changing, or the small noises he made while moving, but just as he looked toward Jiraiya, the latter suddenly opened his eyes.
"Kid, you're awake? Hungry again? Didn't you just drink milk? How are you hungry so fast?"
Jiraiya sat up and spoke.
Hungry my ass, I need to pee.
Uzumaki Rin tried to speak, but all that came out were incoherent baby sounds.
"Looks like you really are hungry. You've got quite the appetite—almost on par with the Akimichi clan."
Without bothering to confirm, Jiraiya stuffed the milk bottle directly into Uzumaki Rin's mouth.
Pfft—
Uzumaki Rin immediately spat the milk out, spraying it all over Jiraiya's face.
"Ahhh! Brats are the worst! Uzumaki brats are even worse!"
Jiraiya roared in frustration.
"Well, if you're not hungry, then fine. Go back to sleep."
After venting, Jiraiya lay back down helplessly.
But Uzumaki Rin's problem hadn't been solved. There was no way he could just let Jiraiya sleep—was he supposed to wet himself?
"Waaah—!"
"Ahhh! So annoying! What do you want now, kid?!"
Jiraiya snapped in irritation.
Seeing Uzumaki Rin flailing his arms, Jiraiya suddenly realized something.
"Don't tell me… you need to pee… sigh… what a hassle…"
Helpless, Jiraiya began unwrapping the cloth around Uzumaki Rin to check.
But the moment he loosened the cloth—
A small stream of liquid shot straight toward his face.
"Water Style: Mini Water Jet!"
Jiraiya froze completely, struck directly by the "ultimate technique."
"AHHH! Kids are seriously the biggest pain in the ass!"
His furious roar echoed for miles.
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