Whirlpool Sky
by Skysaber
Chapter Two
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"If anyone ever finds out about this, I'll be too embarrassed to live," Jared spoke softly to himself.
A bright flash of brief flame above his diaper pail accompanied his statement.
Having nothing to do, all day, every day, except practice chakra control exercises, he had made a bit of progress - actually, some rather stunning progress, to be honest. But there was literally nothing for his adult mind to fixate on but practicing with chakra.
The only problem with that was he was forced to work with the materials at hand, and, well, most of a baby's life is milk and crap.
Jared watched flames die down in the air above his diaper bucket. Because he was NOT going to be setting fire to milk any time soon. For one thing it would hurt his mom.
Dropping down from his standing position, having held on to the inside of his crib bars to hold his weak body upright, the spy fell first onto his diaper-clad bottom, then onto his back and started to breathe heavily.
In through nose, out through mouth, just like countless martial arts and meditation exercises taught you, just getting a feel for the chakra inside permeating the lungs before he spread his awareness to the air itself, took a particularly deep breath, and exhaled.
A very small breeze started at his mouth, up out through the window above his bed, before the chakra-laden air reached and tugged upon the leaves of the rose bush that grew upon that wall of the house.
It was his second or third try before a leaf tugged free and wafted into the bedroom, brought by the tiny gusts he generated to fall still upon the sheets of his crib bed.
He hadn't been outside for a month, so if he wanted to get leaves to practice with, this was his only way.
Jared frowned as he contemplated that. It wasn't too much of a problem either way, but he still did not understand what had happened during that one family gathering in the back yard.
Plucking up his newly captured leaf in one pudgy hand, the boy had to decide which art he'd focus on with this one. Because getting them was so hard, he used each leaf until it was cut into flinders, crinkled and then any scraps remaining were ash. None of this 'cut it once' nonsense. That was wasteful. He'd use it up until he couldn't use it anymore. But he still had to admit that he was probably learning more *getting* the leaves than using them.
Case in point, the window above his bed was normally shut these days. That wouldn't do, so he had to open it. Only no *way* was his weak body up to that task! So he had to use chakra. Today it had been a water technique, get some moisture inside of the crack you want to open, then shove more and more inside until the window slides upon its track for a bit. He'd used the bottom track of the window as a canal to shove it all of the way open.
He could do as well using earth manipulation, using largely the same theories for getting the window to move. He had yet to succeed with the other elements, but was making progress - especially using wind. He figured if hovercraft on his homeworld could ferry hundreds of tons supported on a bed of air, he could get a measly window to open, and was pretty close to doing so.
Fire and lightning were harder, but he had theories. Thermal expansion was what he was perusing for fire, the tendency of things to expand or shrink as their temperature changes. He figured that eventually, by expanding or shrinking just the right bits at the right moments he could have the frame basically walk itself open. By studying and 'listening' with his chakra he had gotten a good feel for how the window frame heated up gradually when the sunlight warmed it, or as it cooled after night fell, so was making good progress there as he could now duplicate that just a little, and could speed or slow down the effect when nature was already doing it. But he was a long ways away from doing that by himself, to say nothing of doing it fast, or only to select little bits. Only even after he'd gotten that right the coordination to get the frame walking was going to be a real bear.
For lightning he was just going to go for straight electromagnetics, the same way that a bullet train or a railgun worked, only of course his would be a lot slower. He didn't plan on shooting his window frame towards anyone. Frankly, he didn't intend to break anything at all.
It was too hard getting materials to use for his chakra experiments as it was. He didn't need his parents to brick over his window, or anything - which they might do if he broke it and they couldn't afford a replacement.
Frankly, this world confused the little superspy, as it did not conform to the Naruto universe depicted in the show very well at all. First was that different forehead emblem for Konoha. Next was that he had begun noticing a near complete dearth of technology.
Naruto had a fridge in his apartment. Those relied on electric power outlets, and power lines and a frankly staggering amount of support infrastructure that just didn't appear anywhere the little newborn spy had been able to see.
His parents' house had no electrical outlets. No fridge or other appliances, not even electric lights. At night his family mostly slept or used candles, although he'd seen the occasional oil lamp in use when they had to be up for some time. The house looked modern enough on the surface, but all sorts of details failed to match up. For one, the window frame that was his current nemesis was wrought iron instead of aluminum.
For that matter, the boy could not recall seeing any aluminum or cheap plastic, or any other 'modern' materials anywhere. Most stuff was genuine wood, or glass, or, like in the case of his window frame, iron.
Not even steel, just iron. Which made NO sense, as those materials, glass and steel, were made at equivalent temperatures, so a society that could achieve plenty of one could have the other easily enough.
Then again, steel rusts, whereas wrought iron could be astonishingly weather resistant. So perhaps he was just overthinking things and they had all the steel they wanted, just chose not to use it for exterior fittings on houses?
Of course, another possibility was his parents were just the local equivalent of Luddites or Amish, or some other anti-technology sect.
He really couldn't say for certain when most of what he'd seen of the world came from the perspective of his crib. Of course, maybe that would be different if he hadn't been caught crawling. Then maybe they wouldn't close his door as often, and he had nowhere close to enough strength to be able to cope with the doorknob.
Not tall enough to reach it, nowhere even close to the arm strength to turn it even if he got proficient enough at tree-walking (or, in this case, wall-crawling) to get there, elemental techniques out until he got a lot more control at fine manipulation, and he was a long way away from being able to do two chakra exercises at once - say, to wall-crawl and use chakra to enhance his physical abilities.
Another few months maybe, but not now.
So he was left with improvised tools for most of his chakra exercises, which amounted to anything he could scare up. Because he had more chakra than he knew what to do with, no physical ability to speak of, and so all of his interactions with the world were going to be chakra-based for a time.
So he wanted to be good at it.
Out in the back yard he'd had plenty of opportunity to play with leaves, and that had shown him that his diaper cleaning exercises had developed plenty of skill at using earth or water. So he was trying to bring his other affinities up to speed. Breathing in and out and focusing in on doing that was giving him some affinity for using wind, and manipulating the tiny gusts produced was giving him some minor equivalent to telekinesis - in the same way that a tiny, zippo lighter was related to a bonfire, anyway. But at least it was something, even if the best he could do with it was to retrieve a leaf off a bush now and then.
Once again, lightning and fire were the tough ones to practice in his current, infant state.
Jared glanced down again in the direction of his diaper pail, wondering if it had recharged itself yet, because there were precious few things in his bedroom that he was willing to burn, and the methane gasses given off by human waste just about topped the list. Not only did it give him brief flashes during which he could study the chakra of fire, but it also served to reduce the smell he had to endure living so close to it.
Cutting off the tiniest portion of his leaf that he could manage using chakra, the boy crinkled it just to get that extra bit of lightning practice in, then filled that tiny cut off portion with fire natured chakra as best he could, until it grew bright like an ember.
He'd burned himself doing this more than a few times, which was why when he practiced with fire chakra anymore he combined that with the leaf floating exercise. It made everything at least four times harder, especially to learn, but at least this way he wasn't getting burns and blisters on his hands anymore.
Wouldn't want to freak out his parents and get them to baby-proof his life any MORE, now would we?
Holding out his hand he kept feeding his ember chakra so it burned clear and bright, then wafted it over to the diaper bucket with a gust of wind chakra. This was no less tricky as he had to switch almost seamlessly from leaf floating to the wind gust, which was something he was only beginning to get with practice.
Ember in place, he dropped it through a hole in the lid on his diaper bucket, focusing all of his fire natured chakra he could muster on what he wished to happen next.
Once more he was reward with a bright flash of brief flame out of his diaper pail.
Good. That accomplished, Jared then lay down again and began to rub his blankets together. Practicing lightning natured chakra in a house without any electrical appliances was beastly hard. Nothing convenient like a light bulb to try to run a current through, or anything like that. But if static electricity was going to be his only source of sparks, he'd use that.
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At just about two months old, Jared woke up in his crib and yawned. Another exciting day of using super powers to accomplish mundane and ordinary, day-to-day tasks.
Oh, joy.
Luckily he was only sleeping about fifteen hours per day now, so there was opportunity to get a lot more done. Placing a hand on the side of his crib he stuck there with chakra, then wall-crawled up over the side, onto the wall of his room, then around on down to the floor. It would perhaps have been more direct to go up and down the wall of his crib, but as yet he couldn't handle the sharp reverse turn going up over the top then down the outside.
That task done he crawled over to the door, popped the latch as that was easier than trying to twist the doorknob, then scooted on through into the bathroom. First using chakra to scale Mt. Toilet, he took care of business, then went on directly to the sink.
The bathroom overall was a mix of western and Japanese styles. No surprise, really. But the bath was an old-style furo that had to be heated by a fire lit underneath. Also the sink had only one handle, and try as he might he'd never found a way to get hot water from it, leading him to suspect his house had no water heater. So he stoppered up the bottom drain and filled it with cold, then used his new, hard won fire affinity to heat the water until it was a comfortable temperature.
Then, continuing to use chakra to keep his bath warm, he slipped naked into the sink and proceeded to wash himself. Something his original mother had taught him, adult bath tubs were just too big for babies, while sinks were the perfect size - and at a convenient height for the adults washing them too!
However, here he had no adult assistance. So he merely sat there while using earth chakra to animate the bar of soap to suds him up, then his control of water to grant him a good, all over scrub with the currents of the water itself doing all of the work. He had grown strong in his water and earth affinities, developing and using aids like this to accomplish tasks his body was just too young to do.
Using two or three repeats of the soap then scrub cycle, making sure to get everywhere, and he left the still-warm waters of the sink to stand while a hot breeze dried him off.
While he could have used water manipulation to cause the lingering wetness to just sluice away, and had indeed done that on occasion, most often he deliberately chose to use wind for it (and fire to heat the wind) so he could develop them also.
Once washed, it was back to his crib with him, using wind to close the door to his room again so as not to tip anyone off to his now-daily escapes from confinement. It was actually fairly tricky to do, as the door was heavy and had a lot of mass so it was hard to get moving in the first place, calling for a lot more volume of wind than most things he'd done before. But it was also big and flat like a sail, so once it caught that wind and started moving it caught the momentum well and was hard to stop without it slamming shut.
Slamming doors is a good way to wake up sleeping ninja parents, so was to be avoided.
All in all, closing his bedroom door was one of his more challenging of wind chakra control exercises, and only partly because the consequences of failure were so high.
While he might be quite fond of his first two affinities, it was thanks to chores like warming his bathwater and this that his fire and wind affinities were catching up fast. Lightning still lagged behind, however, and that irked him.
But there was only so much about electricity to be learned from static cling!
Once back in his bed, with his parents about to wake up and feed him before beginning their own days, it was time for more chakra sensing, as that was one of the very few techniques he could practice while in his parents' arms without alerting them to anything.
It was when new chakra signatures approached the front door that his day went off the rails.
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~I can't believe they mind-walked me,~ Jared thought in bewilderment. That just seemed so unreal.
The Yamanaka elders, or that's at least who he assumed they were (and the fact that they used the family techniques was pretty convincing) had shown up not long after his parents got out of bed, been guided by his father into Jared's room, and as soon as that they'd placed their hands on his brow and were inside of the superspy's head, looking around.
They'd checked him thoroughly, but thankfully when the Agency sent him to a world the backgrounds they gave him were solid, so even with a half a dozen Yamanaka elders mind-walking the lad, searching for any signs of possession or foreign control or influence, all they found was a perfectly normal baby boy - no trace of his adult personality or experiences whatsoever.
Just a baby who'd learned to play with chakra.
Jared remained blissfully unaware of any paternity tests that had been run on him that month, proving he was indeed his parents' child. Being red haired when both of his parents were blond was not impossible, since red hair was a recessive gene and anyway this was an anime world where pink as a hair color passed without any comment.
No, the real surprise occurred when, after the mind walk, an illusion technique dropped from the corner of Jared's bedroom, revealing that a ninja had been positioned there. From the look of the entry hole carved through the outside wall, with its own covering plate, the armchair and snacks, plus the overall mess, if Jared had to guess that observation post had been put there shortly after his One Month Old party and been staffed continually around the clock ever since.
~Well, so much for me being any good as a chakra sensor. I missed that entirely,~ Jared thought as the observation ninja joined the elders and his parents in rapid fire talk. Several more Yamanaka arrived through the front door and joined this discussion, and about the only positive thing Jared could see was that no one had put a kunai to his throat yet.
~They will have seen me chakra-walking on walls, using elements to open my door and window, fetch leaves and practice with them, and everything else I've done in here.~
The infant superspy sat down and began sucking his toes - a surprisingly cathartic activity. ~Well, the elders will have seen that the only mind in me is my own, even if the Agency protections caused them to miss the adult parts. The spy from out of the duck blind will be able to assure them that I'm not a polyjuiced replacement or whatever the local equivalent is. I wonder what they will conclude is going on?~
~And I'm curious. Will I live through it?~
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Jared blinked, sitting with his head shaved at another family barbecue, this time in the Nara family back yard, celebrating their own son's One Month Old party.
~ I guess I get to live,~ he concluded belatedly.
He'd been sure it was the end when, after a furious argument among the adults, Jared's own father had whipped out a kunai and approached the crib. As his mother held him and the blade approached, the superspy had closed his eyes, only for his head to get shaved of all of that red hair. Even his eyebrows had been lost.
Then it was off to this party as though they had not been spying on him for a month. Jared had been placed under a sun shade, with walls and bushes around so as to cut him off from view of ninja jumping overhead, also a teenage Nara girl set to watch over him, the same one who'd emerged from under that illusion in the corner of his room if he was not mistaken, then left to do as he pleased.
To test the waters, so to speak, he had even begun to launch pebbles from his hand using chakra techniques learned from his failures at leaf floating.
No reaction, save his Nara minder had helpfully painted a bullseye for him to practice his aim on, and was working out how to get across to the kid that she'd award him with candy once he'd hit the center. Jared smacked his lips and tried to pretend that he wasn't finding that enormously motivational. In the end he let the Nara chick convince him and enjoyed the taste of the first non-milk treat he'd had on this world.
~Ahhh, sheer bliss!~
Face sticky with candy residue, Jared rolled back onto his back to get his pudgy hands on some grass leaves. He had no trouble admitting the fact that the ninja had managed to out-sneaky him this past month. That they were willing to let things go on as they were certainly earned them points with him, even if their motivations did confuse him.
He'd like to know what was going on, but learning the language was probably necessary first. The local version of Japanese bore about as much resemblance to the version he was familiar with as Cantonese did to Mandarin - in other words, not very much. The dialects were so extreme they were effectively separate languages.
On the definite plus side, though, was the fact that they had now achieved the status he'd been reaching for a month ago where everybody seemed ok with his intense chakra practice. In fact, they'd seen far more than he'd hoped to reveal in that department. What was left was not even remotely ordinary.
There are ordinary levels of genius, just as your average smart kid. Then there are normal but far more significant levels of genius, like your standard child prodigies. Then you get once in a lifetime, or once in a century people, and at the top true legendary geniuses like Mozart or Einstein. Not once in a lifetime, but once EVER!
And they must think him around that level. Because the superspy could not think of any conclusion the adults could have reached but that he was born with as much chakra control as a seasoned adult, even an impressively skilled one considering he was working on five elements when most jonin were only required to have two.
Other children were playing about, but on finding a short section of discarded ninja wire in the grass Jared started exploring transmitting lightning chakra along it. ~Oh! I can definitely use this!~
Then he paused, his hands filled with both grass and wire.
~I wonder if they'll let me keep anything this time?~
Dozens of children were running about, most of them age four or lower. In fact there was a definite age gap with really young kids being surprisingly more prevalent than ordinary demographics would call for, something Jared would have loved to spend some thoughts puzzling out, save for the fact that the party got interrupted by two Uchiha.
They appeared suddenly, just jumping down in the midst of the party. Jared only caught a glimpse of them but they were unmistakable, Sharingan blazing, Uchiha fans on their backs, and where everyone else was wearing threadbare, patched and practical clothing, so much so that Jared had stopped paying any notice to it, these two were clothed and armored like lords, wearing swords and top notch gear in every other department.
Their voices were angry, and they stole half the food, not to mention ruined the mood of the party. But Jared really wasn't paying any attention to that, because no sooner had the two Uchiha appeared than his Nara minder, that sweet girl who'd fed him candy and been the laziest, most laid back babysitter he ever saw, letting him get away with anything, this same girl had jabbed him with a knockout drug the moment the Uchiha arrived.
~And I never even saw her moving,~ was Jared's last waking thought of that day.
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~Well, at least she got the dosage right and didn't kill me. That's always comforting.~
The superspy awoke in a pile of other kids all crowded into someone else's crib, in a room he was not familiar with.
He might have started panicking and taking drastic measures, only he saw one of the babies there with him, in fact the boy they'd been holding the One Month Old party for if he was not mistaken, was wearing a lovingly crafted, brand new baby outfit with "Shikamaru" sewn over the heart.
~So, we're probably just staying the night over at the Nara place,~ he thought, then did a double take, staring again at Shikamaru's embroidered name.
~I can READ!~
Well, that changed everything.
He was already crawling up the wall out of his borrowed crib, having to climb over several other sleeping children to do it but managing somehow not to wake anyone.
~The Nara clan are geniuses,~ he thought. ~I've never known a genius yet who didn't hoard reading material when they could get them. Perhaps some books around here will have some of that information I so desperately need.~
There were four adults sleeping in the baby's nursery, two of them sleeping with their hands on kunai, plainly on guard. Just as plainly, however, they were exhausted. Jared was able to slip by out of the room.
The first book he found was a bingo book that had been placed on a table when someone was dumping out their pockets so they could sleep, and already he discovered his answer.
Years later he'd ask the question, and his father would phrase the answer thus. "A redhaired child performing an Uzumaki technique? We thought they'd kill you."
The chakra control exercises show in the series were held to be Uzumaki family secrets on this world. No one else knew how to do them. In the bingo book walking on walls or water were listed as Uzumaki family techniques, skills they were known and recognized for on the battlefield, not simple control exercises that were almost universally known and practiced.
So was launching items or weapons from your hands using bursts of chakra, like he'd done with those leaves during that first party, right before his family had panicked.
Jared was wrong. They did not think him a Mozart or an Einstein. What he had inadvertently done was show them another level of ability entirely, on beyond legendary to mythic, truly Herculean performance. As in "Hercules strangled a snake to death while still a babe in his crib" levels of impressive.
Because as far as anyone else could tell he'd been born with greater chakra control than any adult had achieved, ever, on this world, to the point of reinventing another clan's techniques before he was old enough to crawl.
To these people that was Sage of the Six Paths levels of impressive, right there.
Moments later he had found a shelf of books and was burrowing into them for more answers. It took him all night reading and well into the morning, when the adults began to stir, but he did piece together information from several histories, and Nara clan biographies, to get a handle on the basic outlines at least.
It WAS an alternate universe, and the diversion point appeared to be way back before the formation of the ninja villages, when the Uzumaki clan were just in the wrong place at the wrong time to be befriended by the Senju clan.
Now as any student of Naruto knows, it was the Senju clan that got together with the Uchiha clan to start Konoha, the very first of the Hidden Villages, and with that success lead all sorts of loose and wandering ninja clans to form their own, leading to the whole village system.
Jared would be years confirming the details, but as near as he could tell that still happened, only without the influence of the Uzumaki several key things happened differently. In the mainline universe, Hashirama Senju had married an Uzumaki and became the First Hokage. That didn't happen here.
Here, without the things he'd ordinary have learned from his wife's clan, Hashirama Senju must not have been as strong as he was in the mainline, because the title of Hokage had instead passed to his rival Madara Uchiha.
And that one change kicked off a cascade of differences, because Hashirama Senju was a diplomat almost without peer, always seeking a peaceful resolution where possible, and able to get feuding ninja clans with a long history of slaughtering each other to live together in relative peace and harmony. But Madara Uchiha was a warrior, first and foremost, unafraid of fighting to get what he wanted, and the difference in their leadership styles alone made for a very different world because while the Senju would have expanded through diplomacy, under the command of the Uchiha they did so through conquest.
This made a lot of people unhappy with Konoha, and they'd had a great deal of difficulty expanding their troop base, as very few ninja clans joined them willingly. Most who did so were coerced through threat of annihilation via the Tailed Beasts the Senju controlled.
Where Hashirama Senju in the mainline would have given away the Tailed Beasts to other villages in the interests of promoting peace, with Madara as their Hokage he reluctantly followed his Hokage's commands to use them as weapons. And, for a very brief time under Madara Uchiha's reign, Konoha had controlled most of what was now called the Elemental Countries.
Naturally, such things don't last.
To no one's surprise rather a lot of ninja spent rather a lot of time working specifically on how to counter Konoha's greatest weapons - namely, the Uchiha and the Tailed Beasts wielded by their Senju servants.
It was when the Uzumaki reentered the scene that they became the surprising heroes of an oppressed ninja world, using their sealing knowledge to capture and seal away those beasts from ambush so Konoha could no longer use them in battle. And without the threat of annihilation to motivate their troops, most of the ninja clans Madara had coerced to service vanished, leaving Konoha behind forever.
Some clans, like the Hyuga, had never joined Konoha (they'd always hated the Uchiha, and with the Uchiha in charge, they had no reason to join that village), while others, like the Aburame, left it as soon as the Uzumaki had defeated the Tailed Beasts in battle.
Konoha itself had never reached half the size it would have if led by Senju. It had also built up enough enemies with powerful grudges they LOST the First Shinobi War, being forced into concessions and tribute payments which led directly to the Second Shinobi War which they lost badly enough Konoha had been overrun, and the village built by Hashirama Senju's wood techniques had been completely destroyed.
What survivors gathered to reform Konoha, in a different location, had only been enough to achieve the status of a minor village. But despite this new Konoha no longer being even a player among the major villages, they managed to lose the Third Shinobi War quite handily too, just by serving as a convenient battleground for more the powerful villages - and the Fourth Hokage had been another Uchiha. The Yellow Flash never made an appearance, as none of the clans that gave birth to him had ever been part of this Konoha's ninja forces.
But the politics of the situation were not the only major change he found.
It would be many years before Jared pieced together enough bits from history books to understand the changes completely, but to him the biggest and most relevant difference was that each ninja clan had their own specialty, and the twin specialties of the Uzumaki were both sealing techniques and their expertise with chakra - neither of which had been made available to the Senju clan at any point during this current timeline.
Now it should not be surprising that a man like Hashirama Senju, who gave away such a tremendous advantage as the literal engines of destruction that were his Tailed Beasts, in the interests of promoting peace, that he would have no problem giving away other, lesser advantages. And in the mainline he had been quite free in passing out to the other villages the sealing knowledge and chakra secrets that had been passed to him by the Uzumaki.
But here he simply did not have that chance, so they'd never been distributed any more than the Akamichi clan passed out their multi-size techniques.
As a direct consequence sealing knowledge was very rare in this version of the Elemental Countries, even more so than in the mainline, with even formerly common items like storage scrolls and explosive tags being as scarce as good chakra weapons were in the mainline. They existed, but no ordinary ninja ever expected to own one, and when they did turn up it was most often as battle booty taken from the corpses of those who had owned them.
Likewise, the Hyuga clan had never started to seal their branch members, because quite frankly they never learned enough sealing knowledge to know how.
But chakra control exercises everybody knew in the show had never spread beyond the Uzumaki in this universe. In fact those, like their sealing knowledge, were felt to be Uzumaki secrets, just like the Yamanaka mind switching. So it was a very confused bunch of adults from the Ino-Shika-Cho alliance who had seen Jared spontaneously develop those same secret abilities at the tender age of one month old.
Theoretically, anybody could develop another clan's techniques. But realistically, that tended not to happen. So it was a Very Big Deal that Skysaber began to suddenly manifest what were felt to be clan secrets of ninja from an entirely different village.
Truly, the little superspy had had no idea just how amazing all of his chakra practice was. But he'd had no way of knowing just how starved for it this world was.
Doing some more research, this time in the paltry medical texts, and he discovered that one's chakra capacity was felt to be fixed, like how tall you'd eventually grow, and they just accepted that. People didn't train to grow taller, they just accepted the height nature provided.
And those who did not have the innate chakra control to learn family or clan techniques? They simply did not learn them.
~Oh, [Expletive Deleted], forget Akatsuki!~ Jared thought in a rising panic ~Thanks to the techniques I've been throwing around so casually, I represent the key to something that everybody wants, and NEEDS if they want to achieve power~
It was with a sick feeling he reached a conclusion his family had known for months. ~The entire ninja WORLD is going to be after me like they'd never wanted a mere demon container or bloodline!~
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Author's Notes:
I am going by the assumption that during the Warring Clans period, before the ninja villages got settled, each clan had their own specialties, guarded knowledge and secret techniques. Some of those, like the Yamanaka mind jutsu, or the Akamichi multi-size technique, remain special and secret to this day.
And some did not.
Everybody has always said that the Uzumaki were sealing specialists who were amazingly good at chakra, so I made those their specialty. And since your special skills are the reason you survive in a hostile world, they would not have been handing those out without cause.
It is an established Narutoverse fact that Hashirama Senju not only handed out the Tailed Beasts, but caused that the other villages would be taught how to seal them in containers.
So in-universe, the assumption is that Hashirama Senju was an amazingly charismatic man who got the Uzumaki to teach him their secret knowledge once he'd married into their clan, but he then handed it out in the interests of peace, just like he'd handed out his own advantage in form of the Tailed Beasts.
But here, since he never got access to it, he never shared it. So delete it from your picture of this world, and you find you are looking at a very different ninja environment indeed.
And that would not be the only change, as Madara never got to throw a tantrum over not being Hokage. And just think about the cascade of difference THAT kicks off!
