Author's Note

Was inspired of this story while chilling at home/ reading one of my old stories, and thought it'll be cool to write it down. Felt like my old Fic was too childish so here's a revamp. I made some changes to the original manga story lore. If you have any questions comment, I'll respond to all.

Chapter One : Prologue

To tell the story of Whirlpool, you must understand the history of the sons of the progenitor of chakra, Kaguya Ōtsutsuki.

The princess's son, Hagaromo Ōtsutsuki, was a gentle soul who preached peace upon the lands. This man was later known as Rikudo Sennin (Sage of the Six Paths), Father of Ninjutsu. He introduced chakra, a mixture of spiritual and physical energies, to the world. Many welcomed his teachings, and even after the Sage's death they created their own techniques, clans, and even whole villages of ninja, thus giving birth to the world known today. His blood however gave rise to two powerful clans the Senju and Uchiha.

Her second son, Hamura Ōtsutsuki, a fraternal twin brother of Hagaromo. A strong willed man who was a bit stern and impatient, quickly voicing his opinion and using his authority to keep the peace. Hamura was a man who strongly believed in peace and freedom, he played a pivotal role in sealing away his own mother, ending her reign of terror. Also, he was very dutiful, as he remained on the moon to guard Kaguya's sealed body. His blood would soon give rise to the Hyūga.

However there was a third child, a nameless man erased from history. A God in his own right, Kaguya Ōtsutsuki first child. When she gave birth to him, he was quickly discarded because he didn't adhere to the teachings of his mother. Which soon gave the motivation to birth a new progeny.

When Kaguya finally lost control, the world was plagued by a terrifying creature, a monster that could reshape the land under them, and destroy anything that stood in its path. It could split the land, carry the mountains, and swallow the sea. This beast was called Juubi (Ten-tailed Beast). Many people perished during the demon's reign, as nothing could stop this horrible creature. No matter what the two twins did to stop it.

Until he appeared.

A man confronted the massive beast and defeated it with what was later known as Fuinjutsu (Sealing Arts). He separated the beast's soul from its body, into 9 corporeal forms leaving a husk behind while the latter into the moon. After that faithful day, he went back into seclusion on an island with his family, not wanting to be bothered by the affairs of the mad family. He was no hero, that beast threaten his and his family's peace. Nothing more. His blood would later give rise to the ultimate balancers of the world, the Uzumaki.

Generations later, it was a free-for-all between the various ninja clans. They fought against each other to gain more land for themselves. It wasn't until the two greatest rivals among all these ninja, Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara, decided to form a truce between their respective clans, that the first ninja village was created. They called it Konohagakure no Sato (Village Hidden in Leaves), and founded it in The Land of Fire, with backing from the Fire Daimyo.

Soon, others followed their example. Each of the Five Great Nations had their own hidden village, where shinobi of various skills and abilities lived, trained, and accepted missions. However, this new peace didn't last long. The bitterness of the previous conflicts was still fresh in too many hearts. Wars were fought between the hidden villages. The Third Great Ninja War was the deadliest of them all so far, because it was then that a new weapon was used.

The Bijuu (Tailed Beasts). Powerful beings created by the nameless son himself. But when the world found out that a small nation was filled with people who can negate their 'weapons', the world went into chaos.

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Explosions rent the air, a symphony of destruction that heralded the onset of battle. The sky was alight with the savage beauty of fire, each explosion a testament to the raw, unbridled power wielded by the Uzumaki. Their techniques, infused with ancient, arcane knowledge, were like the wrath of gods incarnate, capable of turning the tide of any conflict. As chakra chains erupted from the ground, binding their foes with merciless precision, the primal rage of the Uzumaki clan was laid bare for all to see.

In the heart of a tumultuous war, where nations clashed like titans, the Uzumaki clan stood as a force of primal ferocity, feared by all who dared to challenge their might. The very ground seemed to tremble in anticipation of their arrival, as if the earth itself recognized the feral power that coursed through their veins. These warriors, marked by their fiery red hair and indomitable spirit, were the stuff of legends, their name whispered with reverence and dread across the lands.

This war, like countless others before it, was not merely a clash of armies but a continuation of a cycle as old as humanity itself. From the dawn of time, when the first clans battled for supremacy in the primordial forests, to the current era of grand nations and intricate alliances, conflict had been an unending companion to mankind. It was etched into their very DNA, a relentless drive for power, survival, and dominance.

The Uzumaki clan, with their fierce independence and unparalleled sealing techniques, embodied this primal essence of war. They fought with a ferocity that was almost feral, their eyes burning with an intensity that struck fear into the hearts of even the bravest warriors. Each member of the clan was a living weapon, honed by centuries of warfare and an unyielding will to protect their homeland and kin.

As the battle raged on, the land itself seemed to cry out in anguish. The once tranquil fields were torn asunder, scarred by the ferocious onslaught of jutsu and the relentless clash of steel. Blood and chakra mingled in the soil, a grim testament to the sacrifices made in the name of victory. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and the metallic tang of blood, a harsh reminder of the brutal reality of war.

Yet amid the chaos, the Uzumaki clan remained an unyielding force, their spirits unbroken. They moved through the battlefield with the grace of predators, their every motion a blend of lethal precision and raw power. Their presence was a reminder that war, with all its horrors, also brought forth the strongest and most resilient aspects of humanity.

The nations that dared to oppose the Uzumaki learned to fear their name, for they were not just warriors but living embodiments of the ancient, untamed spirit of war. Their enemies, no matter how numerous or powerful, could not quell the fierce determination that burned within each Uzumaki. It was a fire that had been kindled at the dawn of time and would continue to blaze long after the current conflict had faded into history.

This was the essence of the Uzumaki clan: a primal force of nature, as enduring and unrelenting as the tides. They were a testament to the indomitable will of humanity, a reminder that as long as there were battles to be fought and loved ones to protect, the fire of war would never be extinguished.

But the cycle of war is unrelenting and unforgiving. The Uzumaki, for all their strength and ferocity, were not invincible. The combined might of the great nations, driven by fear and the desire to end the threat of the Uzumaki once and for all, eventually overwhelmed them. In a final, cataclysmic battle, the Uzumaki clan faced their ultimate demise. The once-mighty warriors fell, one by one, their blood soaking into the earth that had borne witness to their countless victories and sacrifices.

As the last of the Uzumaki stood defiant against the oncoming tide, a sense of profound loss swept through the world. The clan that had embodied the primal essence of war, that had struck fear into the hearts of nations, was no more. Their village lay in ruins, their techniques lost to the annals of history. The fire that had burned so brightly was extinguished, leaving only the echo of their legacy.

The demise of the Uzumaki clan was a stark reminder of the relentless cycle of war, of the rise and fall of great powers. It was a testament to the indomitable will of humanity, a reminder that even the mightiest can fall, but their spirit and legend would endure. And so, the world continued to turn, its cycles of conflict and peace dictated by the same primal forces that had shaped it since the beginning of time, forever narrated by the winds that whispered through the ancient trees.

Present Day

Rain cascaded throughout the Land of Fire , as the rain pour you see two hooded men looking intently at an empty base that is built into a terraced mountain with vast forestry growing on each level. Two towers were also built on either side of the mountain connecting directly to it. As they went inside, one noticed that there was at least one, vast meeting hall which had the symbol of whirlpool framing the doorway on either side. At the front of the room, elevated above the rest of the room by a platform was a throne of sorts a small table beside it.

This throne has Whirlpool symbols on either side of it and two series of seals below those as as well. Directly behind the seat is a poster which has the kanji of Dragon surrounded by eight swirls. The design of the throne itself allowed for the poster to be clearly visible behind it. The hall itself was in a dilapidated state as there are numerous indentations in the wall.

The Uzumaki Mask Temple: A relic with untold treasures, masks of unrivaled power and mysteries. Some of the masks were demonic-looking, others questionable, but they were all dangerous. Anyone who knew Uzumaki sealing techniques would understand the dangers, and yet this temple sat unprotected on the outskirts of Konoha. It was careless, a complete dereliction of duty. The Uzumaki had entrusted this to Konoha, and yet they didn't even take good care of it.

As the hooded figure walked down a corridor he stopped in his tracks when he found exactly what he was looking for. Above the casket there was a memorial written by the old clan head Ashina Uzumaki, and it stated : "Here lies the son of Ashina Uzumaki, descendant of the Sage, brother of Mito Uzumaki and warrior of Whirlpool, may he find peace in the after life farewell Azashiro Uzumaki."

The hooded figure removed his hood; Orochimaru smiled deviously at the discovery and chuckled in excitement, "This is marvelous, we have to tell my informant that I need a proper candidate to complete my little project."

The hooded figure next to him nodded in agreement and then removed his hood revealing to be Kabuto Yakushi but he appeared more confused more than anything. "My lord, but why go through the trouble to find this? What value does this corpse have?"

The Snake Sanin chuckled at his underling ignorance. He's almost forgot this clan's existence was erased from the history books, "Don't you see Kabuto, this corpse isn't any ordinary corpse. This is a full blooded warrior of the most feared clan among all the nations across the world, he belongs to the same clan to a person you know dearly. We just took her from Kusa."

Kabuto eyes widen at revelation, "That girl Karin... She's from the same clan?"

The pale man nodded in the positive, "Yes, the Uzumaki were a small but yet powerful clan, who alone was as strong as many nations combined. Their sealing capabilities were out of this world and their chakra levels was beyond human. Their power was so terrifying that it took the full might of the combine five nations to completely eradicate them all.

They possessed a skill set that scared the opposing nations.. To render their tail beast useless. So Iwa, Ame, Kumo, Suna, and Kiri banded together and slaughter that island to the last baby. They couldn't have a village they're in war with too obtain that power from their ally."

Kabuto began to get nervous, why would they be here then? Why be at the ruins of such a feral clan.

Taking out a scroll Orochimaru seal the rotting corpse away. Smiling to himself, he realizes he now has the keys to perfection all he needs is his next vessel.

Orochimaru placed sealed corpse in his pocket, began walking away, slowly putting on his hood and continued, "They were just too strong to be left alone, but someone who is the son of the man that leads this clan must have very interesting DNA. After all, they were the cousins of the Senju clan.

Full of ninja brimming of vitality, the Uzumaki is the key to immortality because of this longevity. But because of this over abundance of energy in the battlefield they were savages. And from my recollection especially this man in particular..." He finished with an ominous undertone.

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Hidden Leaf Village

Hinata Hyuga, barely five years old, stood in the Hyuga compound's training yard. Snow fell softly around her, a stark contrast to the harshness of her training. Her breath came in visible puffs as she faced the wooden training post, her small hands already bruised and bleeding from countless failed attempts. Her father, Hiashi Hyuga, watched her with stern, unyielding eyes.

"Focus child," Hiashi commanded. "The Gentle Fist technique is the core of our clan's strength. Without mastering it, you are nothing."

Hinata's heart pounded in her chest, but she nodded determinedly. She stepped into the starting stance of the Gentle Fist, her tiny feet sinking slightly into the snow. The cold bit at her exposed skin, but she ignored it. Her father expected nothing less than perfection.

"Begin!" Hiashi's voice was like a whip crack in the still air.

Hinata thrust her hands forward, trying to channel her chakra with precision. Her small fingers extended, aiming for the invisible points that her father had described to her countless times. Each strike was supposed to be gentle yet devastating, targeting the opponent's chakra network.

But her movements were clumsy. Her chakra control, still undeveloped, wavered. She stumbled, her hands scraping against the rough training post. The skin of her palms tore open, and blood began to seep from the wounds, staining the pure snow crimson.

"Again!" Hiashi's voice held no sympathy.

Tears pricked at Hinata's eyes, but she blinked them away. She raised her hands again, the pain sharp and immediate. She struck once more, and again, and again. Each time, her strikes grew weaker, her chakra flickering like a candle in the wind. Her hands bled freely now, the pain nearly unbearable.

"Pathetic," Hiashi muttered, shaking his head. "You are a failure, Hinata. How can you hope to lead this clan if you cannot even master the basics?"

The words cut deeper than any physical wound. Hinata's vision blurred as tears spilled over, freezing on her cheeks. She couldn't bear to look at her father, couldn't stand the disappointment in his eyes. Without thinking, she turned and ran.

"Come back here!" Hiashi's voice echoed behind her, but she didn't stop. She ran through the compound, past the astonished gazes of her clansmen, and out into the open forest. The snow crunched under her sandals, the cold air biting at her exposed skin.

She ran until her lungs burned and her legs gave out beneath her. Collapsing into the snow, she hugged her knees to her chest and sobbed. The cold seemed to seep into her bones, but she didn't care. She felt so small, so worthless. Her father's words echoed in her mind.

"A failure," she whispered to herself. "I'm a failure."

The forest was silent around her, the snow absorbing all sound. She felt utterly alone. But in the stillness, she heard footsteps crunching in the snow. She looked up, her vision blurry from tears, to see a young boy with bright blond hair and a wide, genuine smile approaching her.

"Hey, are you okay?" The boy asked, his voice filled with concern.

Hinata sniffled and wiped her tears with the back of her bloody hand. "I...I don't know," she admitted softly.

He crouched down beside her, his blue eyes filled with kindness. "You look hurt. What happened?"

Hinata hesitated, then mumbled, "Training... I failed. My father... he said I'm a failure."

Naruto's face grew serious. "You're not a failure," he said firmly. "Everyone makes mistakes when they're learning. It doesn't mean you should give up."

"But... but my hands..." Hinata showed him her bleeding palms, the sight of them making Naruto's expression soften with sympathy.

"Those look really painful," he said gently. "But you know what? Wounds heal. And every time you get back up after falling, you get stronger."

Hinata looked at him, her tears slowing. "You really think so?"

"I know so!" Naruto said, smiling brightly. "I've been told I'm a failure too, but I keep trying. And one day, I'm going to be Hokage! Believe it!"

Hinata couldn't help but smile at his infectious enthusiasm. "Hokage?"

"Yep! And you can be strong too, Hinata. I believe in you," Naruto said, offering her his hand.

Hinata took it, feeling a warmth spread through her despite the cold. Naruto helped her to her feet, and together they walked back towards the Hyuga compound. As they walked, Naruto chatted about his dreams and adventures, his positive energy lifting Hinata's spirits.

When they reached the gates, Naruto whistled at the vastness of the compound. "Woah, you live in a big house like this and you're out here crying?"

Hinata eyes widen and look at Naruto.

"I'm alone. I don't have anyone but I never cry. I mean I never ever cry. Isn't that weird?" He turned to her and smiled brightly chuckling.

Hinata felt a newfound determination. She turned to Naruto and bowed slightly. "Thank you, Naruto."

He grinned. "No problem! Just remember, never give up. Okay?"

Hinata nodded, her heart lighter. "Okay."

As she watched Naruto run off, she felt a small flame of hope reignite within her. She wasn't a failure. She appreciate everything she's been blessed with and would train harder, push herself further, and one day, she would make her father proud. And she would remember Naruto's words: 'never give up'.

With renewed resolve, Hinata stepped back into the training yard, ready to face the challenges ahead.

Naruto watched as Hinata Hyuga stepped back into the Hyuga compound, a newfound determination evident in her eyes. He smiled to himself, feeling proud that he had been able to lift her spirits.

With a quick wave, he turned and started running back towards his own modest home in the heart of Konoha.

The snow continued to fall softly, blanketing the forest and the village in a serene white. Naruto's breath came out in visible puffs as he ran, his sandals crunching in the snow. He felt invigorated, his earlier conversation with Hinata filling him with a sense of purpose and joy.

The path through the forest was a familiar one, and Naruto's thoughts wandered as he moved. He imagined the day he would become Hokage, standing atop the Hokage monument, looking out over the village. He imagined the cheers and smiles of the villagers, finally acknowledging him for who he was.

Suddenly, a rustling sound broke through his daydream. Naruto stopped in his tracks, his senses alert. The forest, usually so peaceful, now seemed eerily quiet. He turned slowly, scanning the trees for any sign of movement. His heart began to race, but he tried to stay calm.

Out of nowhere, a massive snake burst from the underbrush, its scales glistening in the dim light. The creature was enormous, its eyes gleaming with predatory intent.

Before Naruto could react, the snake lunged at him, its jaws opening wide.

The blonde barely had time to scream before the snake swallowed him whole. Darkness enveloped him as he was pulled into the creature's gullet, the slimy walls of its throat pressing in on him from all sides. Panic surged through him as he struggled to breathe, the air thick and stifling.

He fought desperately, kicking and punching, but the snake's grip was too strong. He could feel the powerful muscles contracting around him, dragging him deeper into the abyss.

His mind raced, searching for a way out, but the situation seemed hopeless.

As the snake continued to swallow him, Naruto's thoughts turned to his friends, to the village, to his dream of becoming Hokage. He couldn't let it end here, not like this but his strength waned and he passed out. Not to be seen for quite some time.

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Hidden Lab

A pale hand rested against the glass incubator as a wide grin reflected eerily against the glossy surface. After the foolish Yondaime transferred the demon fox into his child, he had been subjected to loneliness. Nobody even noticed the child's presence so he was an easy target. The only downside is losing his inner demon, the Nine Tailed Fox, he had to use the Bijuu as leverage to get the Akasuki off his back. Surprisingly though, without the Bijuu restraining his coils, he was brimming 10 times the amount of chakra.

Even his old teacher had not noticed him sneaking throughout the village, such an old and outdated fool. Laughing maniacally, he watched the boy wistfully as he placed all of his future ambitions on it. With the cells of a full blooded Uzumaki and soon the eyes of a Uchiha, his new body would be unstoppable! Getting the blood had come at a price, but if the gene experiment worked, this child would have all the abilities of a full blooded Uzumaki and maybe more. All of his other subjects had failed him, but since this was the child of Kushina it should work.

Orochimaru one of Konoha legendary Sanin has a life-ambition to learn all of the world's secrets, he seeks immortality so that he might live all of the lives necessary to accomplish his task. After being caught red-handed performing unethical experiments on his fellow citizens for the sake of this immortality, Orochimaru defected from Konoha rather than be persecuted for his ambitions. There is many things the Snake Sanin value but the one above all is..

Perfection

Orochimaru had always wanted to achieve it. Even as a child, he had longed to be the strongest. Eventually, he had reached the conclusion that every ninja had a flaw holding him back, and to be the strongest, Orochimaru would have to rid himself of any flaws, so that he could reach his full potential.

However, instead of seeking to improve the things that needed to be improving, such as his ego and sadism, Orochimaru had turned to his physical form. Any other ninja would have found nothing wrong with his body - it had all four limbs, all five senses, was fast and strong. But Orochimaru's eyes still found weaknesses.

His body had no special ability, no bloodline to elevate him above the rest. He had worked hard to become one of the greatest ninja in the world, but one mistake on the battlefield and it would all be wiped away. And even if he managed to live to a ripe old age, his body would still weaken and shrivel until it crumbled into dust, unable to hold back the ravages of time.

No, his body was not perfect by any means. But Orochimaru vowed that he would make it so.

He looked over towards an empty vial as he frowned. That was the last of the blood. All of his hopes now rode with this child. It would be just a little longer until the child's DNA combined with the foreign blood sample. If he survived until then, his ultimate host would be born. Just a little-

"OROCHIMARU!"

The man turned as he heard a familiar voice call his name.

"Ahh... Sarutobi-sensei? Have you come for the child?" Outwardly Orochimaru showed no surprise. But on the inside, he began screaming at the machine to finish the process faster.

Three minutes...

"I thought that I had banished you those many years ago. How dare you come to this village and start your experiments again. The Yondaime is dead and now you disgrace us with your abduction of his son! I thought that I had raised a strong and righteous shinobi."

The snake sannin narrowed his eyes dangerously as his gaze pierced the aged man. "Shinobi are never righteous, sensei. We do things for the sake of power. Such is the fate of all weapons."

Two minutes...

"Orochimaru! I will stop you here now. 10 years ago, I did not have the heart to turn my hand against my own student. But today, you will meet your end!"

A sudden alarm went off as both men turned to look at the container. The blonde's now redhead vital signs flat lined, causing the snake man to swear aloud. He was so close... If only the child had just survived for a few more minutes! Deciding that it was a lost cause, Orochimaru sighed as he saw his former teacher summon Emna. He would try to attain the blood sample again and replicate the experiment with a different host.

"As much as I would love to stay and kill you, I have other matters to attend to Sarutobi-sensei."

Making some handseals, a large gust of wind tore through the cavern, allowing Orochimaru to fly away with it. Sarutobi was about to chase after him when his summon suddenly stopped him.

"Wait! Check up on the child." Emna demanded.

Sarutobi clenched his fists as he nodded. His old friend was right. The boy came before his personal vendetta. Walking over to the glass container, he emptied the strange yellow fluid before cuddling the motionless young child in his hands.

Small tears leaked out of his wisened face as he looked at the innocent child in sadness. This village had lost the legacy of a great man —one who had given his life for the village and the child had died before even given a chance.

Such a travesty.

Emna, the wise monkey king, sighed as he bowed his head. However, a gurgle suddenly echoed in the dismal cavern, causing both of them to immediately look at the child. The boy coughed out a couple milliliters of yellow water before moaning in pain.

He was alive!

Sarutobi thanked the heavens as he wiped his tears. Nodding to Emna, he dismissed the monkey king and stepped out of the chilly cavern. Their great hero may had fallen that day, but an even greater one will stand up in his place.

"Uzumaki Naruto. I hope you will continue the legacy your father has made and make it even greater. I will be counting on you in the future." Hiruzen said mumbling softly.

But as the wind settled and Third Hokage rushed towards the hospital, the boy's right hand glowed ominously as a diamond shape mark appeared on his flesh. And then, before the old man could notice, it disappeared behind the pale skin of the child, ready to emerge in the coming years...