Author's note- hey just want to jump in here real quick to apologize for the lack of uploads, i had a this chapter ready for quite a bit now but i have rewritten it a few times in my struggles of setting up the Uzumaki clan itself. as this is my first published story I will be taking my time with it.

also i dont own naruto nor any of its characters

-Rito pov-

As I sat atop a polished wooden slab I started to realize that practicing a chakra control technique meant for academy students, with supposedly zero knowledge of the technique, could be quite harmful for normal children.

Due to their natural excitement at the prospect of "playing" with chakra they more than often would push themselves too hard and wind up with mild chakra exhaustion. In my defense the only way I have managed to actively sense chakra was whilst working on my chakra control. As embarrassing as it was to add to such a statistic my only saving grace being that Uzumaki are just built different. The piercing headache from sensory overload I had woke up with did not help though.

Note to self: don't piss off medical Ninja, the elderly Med-nin who had treated me threatened me with acupuncture of all things if she was forced to come back out anytime soon.

Now as to why I was in my current predicament, Karina had thought it best that since Miro was a fellow sensor that he should begin my training a bit early after realizing that I had been attempting to do so regardless of supervision.

My initial excitement at the prospect of formal training had quickly died out when my father had woke me up at sunrise with sharp orders to get dressed, apparently not happy over being pulled from his project early by Karina to insure that I would not accidentally hurt myself.

Once dressed, a light brown pair of shorts and a simple black tee with the uzu clans symbol on its back, I shuffled into the living room half awake, my narcoleptic tendencies developed in my last life having carried over and fueled by the lack of responsibilitys that being a child brought about. With a few light stretches to wake up Miro called me to sit on a strange wooden slab, with seals written around it in a strange spiral that appears to stem from the slab itself

"Before we begin I believe that we should address your late night training" Miro began

"H-how did you know" I stammered out, my face growing red in a mixture of embarrassment and guilt

'"Half the sensors in the village would have felt your testing if not for the privacy seals I have set up" Miro stated "your not even the only sensor in this house, I've felt your attempts at getting a handle on your minds eye a few times now, in my tunnel vision towards my project I had failed to notice that you were starting to push far to hard" Miro stated whilst observing his son.

While Miro was far from the best sensor in the village he prided himself in his ability to distinguish emotions, even if he required line of sight to properly get a read. Over the years Miro had found himself oftentimes shocked by the raw fear his son would feel, seeming to stem from even the most mundane events.

Throughout the years Rito had become better with masking his emotions, at some point realizing how he worried his parents. For a little while even Miro had thought it to be little else than some irrational childish fear that Rito had just outgrown. That was till he easedropped on one of Karina's calligraphy lessons and noticed that while Karina was passionately ranting about just how perfect their kage's whirlpool seals were, Rito had sat seemingly enraptured by his mother's antics despite the waves of despair and fear Miro could feel emanating from his son.

Miro had been tempted to step in at the time, even tell Karina what he had felt in the weeks following yet before he could move from his hiding spot to confront his son, Rito had abruptly stood up and rushed to hug Karina with words of praise, masking his need for comfort in ways Miro had found himself doing after difficult missions.

The last war had been particularly difficult for Miro, watching his own brother be cut down before him by a particularly sadistic mist-nin. He was fully aware of how useful the ability to control ones emotions are, resolving to make sure his son would be prepared knowing that the next war was more than likely inevitable.

"I'm not asking you to stop, my only wish is to insure your safety" Miro stated, kneeling down to place a hand on ritos shoulder "I want you to show me what you've been doing, chakra can be difficult to coax outwards at times so I plan on using my own chakra field to maintain your control"

Taking his hand from his shoulder and forming a basic hand seal, the wooden plank I sat atop had seals start lighting up one after enough along the edges. A warm sensation passing through my body only to disappear just as quickly.

"This is a sensing plank, Ashina actually developed this in his early years, it's purpose is to prevent sensory overload and has built-in safety measures that will warn you if you began to run low on chakra, in the form of the plank turning red" Miro began before my onslaught of questions could assault his ears.

"Now I just want you to focus on circulating your chakra, I'll wrap you in my own chakra field and help you adjust"

"Chakra field?" I ask, having already know the basics given that nearly every book has some form of explanation of what chakra is yet still finding myself puzzled.

"Ah my bad" Miro said scratching the back of his head, "its a term coined by lady Mito, most of our modern day understanding of sensing was pioneered by her and to a lesser extent lord Ashina."

"We Uzumakis are born with naturally dense chakra, usually thanks to an abundance of yang, or physical energy. Due to just how dense our chakra can be whenever we manipulate our chakra it begins to emit a very light field of chakra that while separated from the body is still actively connected to the ones chakra system" Miro began, his inner researcher beginning to bleed through.

"Those of us who inherit the minds eye will find that manipulating and expanding ones chakra field much easier, the fact that Karina could feel your chakra nearly a quarter mile out and find you just practicing a basic control exercise shows as much." As Miro continues his monologue I start to feel his chakra brush against mine, coaxing me to follow the movement.

"Keep in mind that while simply moving your chakra along tenketsu will cause it to project outwards passively, which is what you have been doing, this harshly limits your range and accuracy due to the fact that you are merely picking up on whatever your chakra happens upon."

I start to urge my chakra from one hand to another, feeling it flow down my arm, aided by my father's chakra coaxing it forward. After feeling enough chakra start to pool in my palm I bring my palms together and start to let it flow into the opposite palm. The sensation I felt as the chakra eagerly rushed from my palms down towards my forearm made me loose my concentration, only having just realized I had been holding my breath once it ended.

I doubt I'll ever fully understand these new sensations running throughout my body, it felt akin to a tidepool swaying from side to side. After a moment I could even feel my heartbeat, my chakra in tune with the drumming chords. Calling it forward with every beat, I could feel my brow begin to tighten as it started pooling in my palm again. Letting it build till I could feel my palm start to burn with an unnatural warmth, with a deep exhale I allow my chakra to continue its journey down my opposite arm.

The following inhale nearly made me noxious, as the familiar tastes of chakra began assaulting my senses with a vigor that my last attempt was exempt from. My vision blurred as I lurched forward barely holding myself up right. A quick flash from the plank below me was still noticeable, as was the relief I felt when all I could sense was my father's chakra which was seeming to burst with joy to my confusion.

"It's alright son, in all honesty you should take pride in the fact that had that plank not activated you would have had nearly half a mile of active sensing range" Miro stated as I began slowly stretching my newfound sense outwards. "Most beginners struggle with sensory overload when starting and you just got a good taste of what that's like. The plank will help you with adjusting your range to slowly train your senses."

I began feeling my chakra brush past nearby houses, more than likely the results of various privacy seals, only once reaching a nearby park did I begin to pickup anything substantial. Realizing that with distance that the tastes I had been feeling alongside their chakra capacity have dulled by more than a few degrees was particularly useful.

As I began reeling in my chakra field a new wellspring of questions began to assault my brain, what even was causing this second degree of utility, especially with it being seemingly affected by emotional responses. Could it possibly be related the likes of Karama's negative emotion sensing ability given the link to the sage of six paths that both my clan and the bijuu share? I mean even if it's barely a fraction as effective, the fact that it's even comparable to the likes of the Mr. Natural disaster causing Nine Tailed demon Fox is insane.

Honestly since being reborn I have been very tempted to just try and find a way off this island to survive the fall of uzushiogakure and live a simple life secluded from the insanity of the ninja world. Last thing I needed was to butterfly effect my way into preventing the semi happy ending achieved at the end of Naruto, ignoring my regrets over not having properly kept up to date with Boruto possibly ruining that regardless.

The fear of fucking up everything I had grown to love with all my heart in my previous life was present with each step I took. Those nights of arguing with Lilia over who would win in various what ifs, the late nights getting home from my part-time job downtrodden that I had spent neglecting my sleep watching clips of various moments from Naruto for a sense of inspiration and remind me that it'd be worthwhile in the end and the precious memories of mom's semi-frequent watch parties she would throw in my younger years were irreplaceable.

Yet I could not shake the feeling that I needed to take action, a feint whisper urging me Forward towards the fire. Telling me that I can't just hide away as the world burns around me. That while Miro and Karina might not be my original parents they are still my mother and father. That uzushiogakure was my home and just like my previous life I must do everything in my power to protect it. Not to mention that I'm the only person alive that's aware of that bastard Zetsu's real plans and vile manipulations of the entirety of the elemental nations History.

If I am to stand against the tide I am done with hiding away, if the Uzumaki have taught me anything it is that whatever you choose to do as long as try your hardest it will work out one way or another.

With this newfound resolve, I look to my father with fire in my eyes he never thought he'd see in his admittedly reserved son.

"Father, I need to get stronger, strong enough to protect you and mom and everyone in this village. This is my home and I'll do anything to make sure nothing ever happens to it or it's people" I stated as I brought one balled up fist to my chest. "I'm ready, even if it's just laying the foundation and I won't complain."

After a moment of silence and unbroken eye contact Miro turned to his right and walk to his study, leaving me only for a moment before returning carrying a small chest wrapped in cloth and placing it between ourselves before sitting down himself.

"Before I continue I must ask you if you truly understand what you ask of me, because if what I felt just now is genuine then I will train you, not as your father but as a Shinobi." Miro stated as he gently and deliberately unwrapped the chest.

"Father, I know the dangers that awaits, that this path is one filled with violence and bloodshed. I ask you now not as your son but as a scared child who is done being scared and ready to change."

Another moment of silence filled the air with tension as my father's only response was a small nod before he open the chest and turned it to face me. Inside all I could see was a small black mask that was erierly similar to the one I had put on at the temple.

"Since the warring clan era we Uzumaki have stood in contrast to the average Shinobi as pillars of strength and stability amongst the chaos of these elemental nations. What brought us to the heights we are now at is truly the creation of one of our eldest ancestors, who found a way to ensure that no child of Uzu was alone while facing the violence of these lands. What lies before now may look like a simple mask, but know that in reality what lies before you is a link to every living Uzu Shinobi, be it sending a simple message or knowledge of a technique or justu can be transferred, with permission of course."

Taking the small mask in my hands I could feel the energy flowing from its recesses as clearly as my own, almost beckoning me forth. Bring it to my face I could feel sticking on for a moment before a familiar burning sensation rushed forth. the pain felt almost cripping before the mask detached just like at the temple. taking a moment to gather myself once more i drought my gaze forward to see my father seemingly lost in thought as if having aome sort of mental argument if the occasional wince i saw was genuine.

Just as I was about to ask what exactly had happened I felt a strange sensation, almost like someone was knocking on a non-existent door. Then as if the mere acknowledgement of its existence was it's cue the floodgates broke free.

"This means I'm cooking up some homemade ramen tonight to celebrate! barely three years old and already starting his journey as a Shinobi!" I could even hear Karina's excited giggles seemingly echo from nowhere.

Before I could even register what was happening I was assaulted by various congratulations and complements from what was beganing to sound like every adult in the village.

Followed by a few flashes, of an elder just relaxing while taking in an absolutely fantastic view of one of uzushiogakure's whirlpools, a few warnings from academy students in the form of snipits of their Sensei going into a very boring long-winded speechs and even what felt like a slight acknowledgement from Ashina himself lost amongst the squabbling of my mother and aunties.

"Now do you truly understand what it means to be a Uzu Shinobi, with every step you now take the entirety of our people will always be here for you. just as our ancestors had wished no child of uzushiogakure will ever be alone" my fathers voice rang out, despite the fact that i could actively see that his mouth had not moved.

"So are you just going to continue to sit their with your mouth open or do you want to get back to training, while your physical development will need to wait till your older, as long as you promise to follow my orders I am certain we can make a proper Shinobi of you" Miro stated as he brought his right hand out to give me an entirely uncharacteristic thumbs up, seems that even my father's reserved demeanor fell apart when overly hyped.

Well who am I to disappoint, I quickly bring my arm's together to began again with a newfound sense of vigor, that this time I will actively do what i can to save my people.