Anomaly in Naruto world

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The sky above Uzushiogakure was painted in deep hues of orange and purple as the sun dipped below the horizon. The streets, once bustling with life, had grown quiet as families retreated indoors, lanterns casting a warm glow through the windows.

A small red-haired boy with striking violet eyes hurried down the stone-paved road, his tiny feet kicking up dust. Uzumaki Surai, just three years old, was running as fast as his little legs could carry him.

'I messed up… I messed up bad.'

He had lost track of time again. What had started as a simple training session had turned into hours of experimenting, pushing his chakra to its limits. He had meant to return before sunset, but his excitement had made him reckless.

And now? Now, he was late.

The sight of his home sent a fresh wave of anxiety through him. The familiar wooden door stood just ahead, yet he hesitated. His senses weren't fully developed, but even he could sense the oppressive presence inside. His mother's chakra felt sharp, focused—waiting.

'She knows.'

Taking a deep breath, Surai steeled himself and pushed open the door.

The moment he stepped inside, he knew he was in trouble. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The scent of grilled fish and miso soup still lingered in the air, but the dining table had already been cleared. His mother, Uzumaki Rika, sat near the doorway, arms crossed, her long crimson hair draped over one shoulder. Her expression was unreadable, but her violet eyes bore into him with quiet intensity.

His father, Uzumaki Tetsuo, stood leaning against the wall, arms folded. Unlike his wife, there was a smirk tugging at his lips, but his sharp gaze held a knowing glint.

Surai swallowed hard.

"Surai," his mother's voice was calm—too calm. "Where have you been?"

The boy fidgeted, his fingers nervously twisting the hem of his shirt. "Uh… training."

( AN:- He was training before he got his memories back, or trying to train.)

His mother arched an eyebrow. "Training? At three years old?"

Surai nodded quickly. "Yes! I was practicing chakra stuff! And—and then I forgot the time!"

Silence.

Then, his father chuckled. "Heh, 'chakra stuff', even though you haven't unlocked your chakra yet, huh? Then why do I feel like you're hiding something?"

Damn it. His father was sharp. Too sharp.

Surai hesitated, shifting from foot to foot. He didn't want to lie, but he wasn't sure how to explain what had happened today.

"Can we… talk about that later, please?"

he asked in a small voice.

Tetsuo's smirk faded slightly. He exchanged a glance with Rika, as if silently communicating, before finally nodding. "Alright. But you will tell me everything."

His mother, however, wasn't as easily distracted. She rose to her feet, walking toward him with slow, deliberate steps. "Do you know how worried I was, young man?"

Surai instinctively took a step back. "I-I'm sorry, Mom!"

She knelt in front of him, meeting his eyes. "This village is safe, but that doesn't mean you can just run off on your own. You're too young to be wandering around after sunset."

Surai looked down, guilt creeping up his spine. "I just… I wanted to be strong."

For a split second, his father's lips twitched in approval—but it vanished the moment Rika shot him a sharp glare.

His mother sighed, then pulled him into a hug. Her arms were warm, comforting, even as her grip was firm. "I'm not mad that you want to train, Surai. But you need to tell us where you're going. Understand?"

Surai nodded against her shoulder. "Yes, Mom."

She leaned back, giving him a small but firm smile. "Good. Because next time, you're getting extra chores as punishment."

His father finally stepped forward, ruffling Surai's hair. "Heh, you've got guts, kid. But listen to your mother, or you'll really be in trouble."

Surai grinned sheepishly. "Okay, Dad."

Rika shook her head with an exasperated sigh. "Now, come on. I saved you some food."

After a warm bath and a late dinner, Surai sat cross-legged on the floor with his parents. The tension had eased, but the air still carried an unspoken weight. His father finally broke the silence, his tone casual yet expectant.

"So, Surai." He rested his chin on his hand. "You ready to tell me what you wanted to discuss?"

Surai hesitated, glancing between them. He meant to bring this up today, but after what happened… he was nervous. Taking a deep breath, he gathered his thoughts.

"Mom, Dad… I think I awakened something recently."

Both parents exchanged a glance. His mother was the first to speak. "Awakened? What do you mean?"

Surai lowered his gaze, his hands curling into fists. "I… I think it's a bloodline mutation. Something new."

His father immediately straightened, all traces of amusement gone. "Explain."

Surai swallowed. He knew how crazy this would sound.

"I've been having dreams. But they don't feel like dreams. It's like… I'm living another life. Someone else's life."

His mother's expression shifted, her brows knitting in concern. "Someone else?"

Surai nodded, his tiny hands trembling slightly. "At first, they were just flashes. But today, when I fell asleep outside, it was different. I lived through someone else's thoughts, their memories. It felt so real that when I woke up… I didn't feel like myself anymore."

His father was silent for a long moment, studying him carefully. Then he asked, "Do you remember anything specific from these dreams?"

Surai hesitated before nodding. "Names. Places. Feelings that aren't mine. It's like… like I have memories I was never supposed to have."

His mother reached out, cupping his face gently. "Sweetheart, has this happened before?"

Surai bit his lip. "Not like this. Before, it was just bits and pieces. But now… it's like something's waking up inside me."

"Can it be genjutsu!? But why would someone target you?" Tetsuo spoke to himself.

Surai shook his head and said "It wasn't like genjutsu at all."

Tetsuo exhaled through his nose, deep in thought. "A bloodline mutation then, huh?"

"No, memories are different from any such thing, as if they're something I forgot long ago and just remembered now. There is memory of somthing claiming that this my rebirth." Surai gave out some unwanted information in confusion of emotional mess created inside his head by memories and experience of new life.

"WHAT!?" Both parents were shoked to there core and at the same time guilt of idea that he killed actuall Surai started claw at the heart of MC and he decided to tell them everything about himself (except Great Sage).

No one will know ever wheather it was an desperate decision made in emotional high or a bold gamble made by compulsion of memories of kid Surai and soothing comfort of his parent's chakra.

Surai started sobbing and told everything about his past life, how he died and was reborn but got his memories sealed, how he got Rikugan, how he feel guilty for killing there child, and just as he was about rant more he was ensnared in a tight hug by his mother who said,

"I don't know what happened to you but you are my child and will always be loved, you didn't kill anyone so feel free to tell us everything slowly."

This calms Surai down and as he looks at his new parents he feels concern and love in there chakra. After some moments he explained them everything.(Except story of Naruto anime, since that would be just next level dumb, you can get away with rebirth but claiming that there entire world is fake, that can't be believed.)

After hearing entire story of rebirth and ascension to higher world his father was in deep thought, but his mother, however, looked more worried than intrigued. "Surai… if anything new happen, you need to tell us. No hiding it, alright?"

Surai nodded quickly. "I promise."

His father smirked. "Heh. You might have inherited something interesting, kid. We'll figure it out together."

Surai relaxed slightly. No anger. No rejection. Just understanding.

Surai asked in hesitating voice, "You don't think I am lying to you or am just have gone made."

Hearing Surai's peril Tetsuo just laughed and said with great pride, "Listen brat, your oldman is strongest sensor in entire clan, there's no way you can lie to me and get away with it and as for you going mad, let's just say rebirth is not that big of a deal to be seen as impossible."

Hearing her husband glot like a child his mother just shook her head and kissed his forehead, her touch gentle. "Get some rest, Surai. We'll talk more in the morning, oh and inform us immediately if something happens."

Surai nodded and went to sleep, his fatigue catching up to him.

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Tetsuo's POV –

Tetsuo sat in silence long after Surai had fallen asleep, the boy's soft, steady breathing the only sound in the room. Rika had tucked him in gently, whispering reassurances even as her own hands trembled.

Now, she sat beside him, eyes fixed on their son's tiny frame, fingers gripping the edge of her robe.

"Tetsuo…" Her voice was quiet, almost fragile.

"I know." He exhaled, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Rebirth. Memories of another life. A bloodline mutation that shouldn't exist.

None of this should have been possible.

And yet—he had seen it in Surai's eyes. That weight, that knowing—it was too real for a child.

"Do you believe him?" Rika finally turned to face him.

Tetsuo didn't answer immediately. Instead, he studied their son.

Surai had always been sharp for his age, and then there were the small things—his odd way of speaking sometimes, his moments of eerie maturity.

Tetsuo had brushed it off as talent. But now?

"Yeah." His voice was quiet but firm.

Rika sucked in a breath. "Then… what do we do?"

That was the real question, wasn't it?

Tetsuo had been ready for many things—wars, assassinations, even losing a limb for his clan. But raising a son who might not be his son? Who carried memories of another existence?

That was something else entirely.

"First," he said slowly, "we protect him."

Rika looked up at him, eyes flashing. "Of course."

Tetsuo leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. "If what he says is true, then we don't know who he used to be. Or what enemies that past life might bring. We don't even know if he's fully Surai or…" He hesitated.

"Or if our Surai is gone." Rika finished for him, voice barely above a whisper.

Tetsuo clenched his jaw. That thought had been gnawing at him since their son's confession. If this was truly rebirth—then had their real son ever even existed? Or had something else taken his place?

He didn't want to think about it.

He didn't care.

Surai was his son. No past life, no lingering memories, no cosmic joke would change that.

"He's still our boy," he said firmly. "No matter what he remembers."

Rika looked at him for a long moment—then nodded. "I know."

A silence stretched between them, filled with unspoken worries.

Finally, Rika whispered, "What if someone finds out?"

Tetsuo's expression darkened.

A bloodline mutation was one thing. But this? There were too many who would see Surai as a threat. The Uzumaki elders, the shinobi world, even outsiders seeking to control or exploit him.

If word got out, Surai would never know peace.

"Then we make sure they never do," he said coldly.

Rika's grip on her robe tightened, but she nodded.

Tetsuo reached over, placing a firm hand over hers. "We raise him strong. Strong enough that no one—past or present—can ever take him from us."

His wife closed her eyes for a moment, then let out a shaky breath. "Alright."

For now, that was all they could do.

And if Surai's past ever came knocking?

Tetsuo would make damn sure it regretted ever trying.

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AN:- I just wrote what I thought is good for later part of story. Write in comment what should have been better route for MC, because I think it is stupid lie in world full of shinobi without any protection, there is no way they wouldn't have found out so taking insicative to tell the truth will be right choice of action.