Authors Notes::

Well Hello, I am currently new to the community of fanfiction writing but I have been a vivid reader of many fanfiction's from Naruto, Dragon Ball Jujutsu Kaisen, etc for the last two years. And recently I thought about giving a shot at writing. But being the amateur I am firstly I am planning to take some abandoned fics on the site and give it a new life. this is a fic I took from Rboooks the author who is currently is currently inactive on the site. But he also adopted this fic from Melanieuzumaki.

If the author ever decided to get active, and if he ever came across this continued fic. So please Sir let me take this fic and write it as I really liked the idea of the story and wanted this fic to continue to end.

Sorry for not asking your permission looking at the fic, I can clearly see that you have put your efforts and mind into this. please forgive this kid.

Now onto the stroy.

Please do give your review.

The first thing he noticed when he woke up was the hospital room's blindingly white walls. They were so stark and sterile, it was like being inside a giant, overgrown milk carton. Everything looked ridiculously generic—why on earth would they cover perfectly good chairs with plastic? Was this some kind of anti-spill conspiracy?

Pain was the first thing that hit him, and it was like a sledgehammer wrapped in barbed wire. He'd never felt this awful before. It was as if every cell in his body had been replaced with tiny, flaming infernos. And the worst part? He had absolutely no clue how he ended up here.

What was the last thing he'd been doing?

He could hear the beeps of the machines around him, all making a fuss over keeping him alive. It felt like a futile effort, considering he with the help of Kurama could heal himself faster—minutes instead of the week it would take these beeping contraptions. Yet here he was, in a hospital bed, wishing for death because, frankly, it sounded like a less painful option.

One thought buzzed in his head—a realization he hadn't really let sink in before, even when things were going completely sideways.

'I, Uzumaki Naruto, am dying.'

He was absolutely convinced of it, even if he didn't understand why. It was just a fact now. But instead of mortal fear of dying humans felt… but felt the thought of dying to be liberating.

The last thing he heard was the chaotic rush of medics and Kurama's voice screeching in his head:

"Don't you dare die! You hear me!? I'm trying my best to save you, but I need you to sleep! SLEEP!"

Despite the panic in Kurama's voice, he was never more grateful for the darkness that wrapped around him, like a warm blanket pulling him away from the agony. But for the moment the idea of dying was more than welcome.

— Four days later —

"Brat. Wake up… please… brat, I… I need you to wake up." The voice sounded so desperate it was almost like a melodramatic soap opera.

Naruto hated that tone—it was the same one people used when they thought their favorite TV movie was canceled. It made him want to roll his eyes and groan.

He'd always believed that as long as he was alive, there was something he could do. Giving up wasn't in his vocabulary—only trying harder. If he failed, it meant he wasn't trying hard enough. But as years passed and the challenges he faced the idea of giving up or staying stubborn did not just matter to him anymore. As if he had suddenly gained some kind of new perspective about life. But that doesn't mean that he would leave his original personality behind.

Using his sheer stubbornness, Naruto shoved the fog in his mind aside and commanded his body to move. To live. To stop being such a drama queen. As if obeying his order his body reacted and he became conscious of his surroundings.

"BRAT!" Kurama's voice boomed with joy. "You're awake! Thank Kami! It's been days! I was about to start sending you wake-up cards and balloons!"

Naruto blinked, wincing as the wall's harsh white glare assaulted his eyes. It was like being hit with a spotlight after days of darkness. He mentally decided that if he ever had a say in hospital decor, he'd replace the blinding white with something like a calming blue. Hospitals could use a makeover.

Clumsily, he began yanking out the needles and wires stuck to him. It was like an annoying game of "How Many Things Can I Pull Out Before Someone Yells at Me?" Why were these things even there? Didn't they know that he and Kurama were perfectly capable of handling things?

"Aghh… damn, that hurts…" Naruto's voice was raspy as he moved, setting off a chorus of alarms that made his ears ring. First, his eyes, then his ears. Were they trying to turn him into a human disco ball? At this rate, he was considering requesting earplugs for his next stay.

"What the f—" Naruto began, but Kurama cut him off sharply.

"Brat, I know you're confused. I know you want answers, and you'll get them, but we don't have time right now. We're about to be confronted with what should be nothing more than ghosts from our past. Note that I said it should be."

Naruto could hear footsteps approaching quickly from outside the door, and he cocked his head, intrigued. Footsteps—of ninja? Whoever it was, they weren't hiding their approach. They wanted him to know they were coming. Hn, A blatant disrespect to him.

"Listen, don't overreact," Kurama continued urgently. "It's not a Genjutsu. Somehow, we've traveled back in time. You were found in the forest, and from the chakra in the air, it feels like wartime, but I can't pinpoint which one. You've been in a coma for two weeks, only waking briefly four days ago. We're in Konoha. Act like you don't know them. Now, this is the most important part: Don't you start to gloat your strength here!"

Kurama's words came with a warning as they were rushed, the urgency clear—time wasn't on their side.

Naruto's mind fell into stunned silence as he processed the information. Time travel? Before he could ask any questions, the door burst open. There really hadn't been that much time for them to settle.

Medic-nin rushed in, freezing mid-step as they stared at him, eyes wide in shock. He stared back, slightly puzzled. He was perfectly healed—no scars or signs of injury remained. But these medics had seen him barely hanging onto life just hours before, his wounds more severe than most people could even survive.

Their gaze darted from his uninjured body to the wires strewn around him—the very ones keeping him alive had been ripped out like they were nothing more than an annoyance. Who was this man?

If there had been any lady doctor here she definitely would have been a blushing mess by now. But well, all the medics who came were male studs.

"What do you think you're doing?! Lie back down, now! You're lucky to be alive!" one of the medics suddenly yelled, snapping out of the trance and moving to force him back down onto the bed.

Naruto raised an eyebrow and thought, 'Lie back down? Mister, I've been in bed for two weeks—I'm practically a professional napper now. But it's Sweet. No one's calling me 'the Hokage's brat' yet. I could really get used to this anonymity thing.'

Still, Naruto ignored him since his gaze was locked on a man standing behind the clutter of medics. A man that looked younger than Naruto had ever seen him. A man that he had seen as a grandfather, growing to love him as one of his very first precious people.

A man who later became a little boring.

A man who was supposed to be dead.

The Third Homie, Sarutobi Hiruzen, stood before him, his face a blend of old kindness and sharp suspicion. Flanked by ANBU guards, he approached Naruto's bed with purpose.

'With their Chakra outputs, they would barely hold a candle against me.'

With a decisive wave of his hand, the medics reluctantly stepped back. Naruto, barely noticing, continued to yank out the wires they had hurriedly reattached.

Man, ninja sure don't like to take chances, Naruto thought as he pulled out another wire. He couldn't help but chuckle internally at the absurdity of the situation. He kept pulling out wire and the medics fuming at his antics kept putting it back. If these medics kept it up, he'd have to start a new career as a wire-pulling expert.

Finally, all the medics gave up on the Tom and Jerry chase. This seemed to give some buffer for Naruto as his skin healed in seconds, the Hokage's eyes widened with a mix of intrigue and caution. The medics gaped their faces a mix of shock and awe.

Sarutobi cleared his throat and spoke with measured calm. "Hello. I am the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen."

Naruto blinked, and the Hokage's stern gaze met his. Sarutobi's posture was relaxed, but the tension was palpable. He waited patiently, aware that Naruto might take a moment to gather himself.

After a moment's hesitation, Naruto managed a hoarse, "Y-Yo," his voice cracking with emotion rather than disuse.

Sarutobi's gaze sharpened. "Would you care to explain why a stranger, in the midst of wartime, was found near death within my village's borders?"

Naruto could feel the Hokage's intense scrutiny. He knew one wrong word could lead to dire consequences. Not that anyone could carry it out but he needed to be cautious, sticking to half-truths while concealing the full story.

"I… uh," Naruto began, clearing his throat. "I'm not really sure. I was traveling after my village was destroyed. Been wandering for a long time. Then I got ambushed. Tried to fight back, got injured, but managed to escape. After that, it's all kinda blurry."

Sarutobi studied him in silence, his eyes flicking between Naruto and the ANBU guards. The atmosphere in the room grew thicker with tension, the ANBU subtly shifting as if prepared for any sudden move.

The Hokage finally nodded slowly. "I see. So, you were attacked and fought back. Does that mean you are a ninja?"

"No, but I am more like a wandering warrior," Naruto replied, a small smile tugging at his lips. Just don't ask me to show off my Jutsu now.

"Where did you learn to fight?" Sarutobi pressed, his gaze never leaving Naruto.

"Mostly self-taught, but I've run into some other ninjas and samurais willing to teach me a few things. After I proved myself to them, of course." He flashed a grin, thinking, I'm not sure they'd appreciate my 'I'm awesome' pitch.

Sarutobi's silence was palpable, and Naruto could almost see the gears turning in his head. "And where were you born?"

Naruto hesitated a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. "I'm not really sure. I was born in a small cabin in the woods near a village, but my parents disappeared when I was little. They're believed to be dead."

The tension in the room was almost tangible. The ANBU guard's hands twitched toward their weapons, ready for any sudden movements. Naruto's eyes sharpened, prepared for a fight if necessary. But then, Sarutobi's expression softened. The warmth of a village leader replaced the cold scrutiny of a judge.

"You're not lying," the Hokage said, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "In that case, welcome to the Village Hidden in the Leaves."

He paused, his gaze expectant. Naruto took a deep breath, hoping he wouldn't blow his cover.

"Forgive me, I haven't introduced myself properly. My name is Namikaze Naruto." He bowed his head respectfully. Let's hope they don't check my resume. It's more of a 'freelancer of awesome' kind of thing

"Namikaze… are you aware that we have a law for safety reasons, which allows us to take some DNA to search for relatives in the village?" the Hokage asked, his tone measured but serious.

Naruto nodded, though his seventh sense told him he wasn't going to like what came next. The Hokage had that look, the one that said he was about to drop a bombshell.

"You mentioned you've traveled. Have you ever been to the Leaf Village before? And if so, when was the last time you were here?" Sarutobi asked, snapping his fingers at a guard named Owl.

Owl moved forward with precise efficiency, handing Sarutobi a folder before stepping back into formation.

Naruto's mind raced. He recalled the chaotic battle with the Otsutsuki Ishhiki, his technique colliding with the fury of tailed beasts' chakra. In a desperate move, he'd unleashed a new assed technique, and the ensuing blast had sent him hurdling somewhere. After that, everything had gone black.

It hardly mattered now. The Leaf Village, as he remembered it, was no more. At least, it was supposed to be.

"Five years. I haven't been here since I was sixteen," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. He'd been on the front lines during the war when he was sixteen almost seventeen, and after the end of the war he had left the village immediately for a long training trip, and by the time he was twenty-one, he hadn't stepped foot in the village. The place brought only painful memories and dreams. The death of his friends in the war and everything. Ever since the end of the war, he'd avoided anyone from Konoha like plague not until a certain Otsutsuki appeared to kill him and take his tailed beast, with their near world-ending fight continuing only to end up here in the most unexpected way.

Sarutobi's gaze intensified as he looked Naruto squarely in the eye. "Are you a virgin?"

The question was so out of left field that Naruto almost fell off the bed. "W-why do you—? Oh, never mind. I don't even want to know. No, I'm not a virgin," he stammered, his face turning a shade of red that could rival a tomato.

(Virgin haaa, that word was almost foreign to Naruto. You do not expect to be a super pervert's apprentice and still be a virgin. If Naruto could right now he could have let Ino, Temari, and Shizune talk about their experience with him. But that's beside the point.)

Sarutobi nodded, as if he'd expected that answer, and handed Naruto the folder. Meeting his gaze again, the Hokage's tone shifted to an almost business-like formality. "Then I'd like to inform you that you're a father. His name is Namikaze Minato, and he's four almost five year years old. His mother passed away during childbirth, which means he's now your responsibility. Would you prefer to stay in the village, or would you like to take him traveling with you?"

Naruto stared, his eyes widening as he ripped open the folder. The DNA test results were blunt and detailed, confirming what Sarutobi had just said with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer. While the term "father and son" wasn't used directly, the report indicated a 99.9% match for close relation. They hadn't specified the exact nature of the relationship, just that Minato was most certainly his son. Had they delved deeper, they'd probably be scratching their heads trying to figure out the hows and whys.

Naruto's mind reeled. He was a father. What the fuck? A fricken father! His father's father. What kind of grandfather paradox is this? It was a very absurd situation. According to them, he was the guy who'd left a pregnant woman behind and now, by default, abandoned his child. This was Konoha—the village that lived and breathed the Will of Fire. Oh man, what a mess!

The ANBU and medics watched as the young man began showing signs of panic. They observed with amusement as he flipped through the papers, muttering to himself.

"Father… Father!? Oh god! Minato… five years… I'm a father! No, that can't be true! Oh man, I messed up! I messed up badly! What kind of father leaves his kid behind!? It's like going to the park with your kid and coming home with someone else's!" Naruto blabbered mostly covering up for his prior lie, but for other reason, he was desperately trying to make sense of the situation.

Kurama's voice suddenly boomed in his head. "Well, look at you, all grown up and panicking like a kid who just realized they're out of ramen. I didn't think you'd be this much of a mess. If you keep this up, I might need to teach you a few more life skills. Maybe a crash course in 'How to Be a Responsible Adult 101.'"

Naruto blinked, trying to focus. "Kurama, not now! I'm kind of in a panic here!"

Kurama's voice chuckled. "Relax, brat we know what the real truth is. They are just applying illogical logic. But think of it this way—at least you don't have to worry about diaper-changing jutsu. Or do you? Maybe that's the next big thing in ninja techniques! Can you imagine a 'Diaper Transformation Jutsu'? I'd pay to see that. Or better yet, a 'Lullaby Jutsu' to put him to sleep. Just imagine you singing in your raspy voice, and he's out like a light! It'll be a hit."

As Naruto continued his frantic mutterings, Sarutobi, with a wry smile, said, "It's not the end of the world, you know. It's just a child. They're like jutsu—just practice and they'll be fine."

Naruto glanced up, his face a mixture of horror and confusion. He turned to the medics who were trying to stifle their laughter and the ANBU who had a similar amused expression.

"So, what will it be, village or travel?" Sarutobi asked, handing him the folder. "The adoption papers are already filled; just take them to the orphanage to pick up your son when you're ready."

Naruto stared at him, wide-eyed. "What was the mother's name?"

One of the ANBU answered, "Tomoe Yamamoto. She wanted the kid to have the father's last name, though…"

Naruto nodded absently, already overwhelmed. He glanced at the test results again, which confirmed that he was indeed Minato's father. He was still trying to wrap his head around it when he suddenly began talking to himself again, louder this time.

"Okay, Naruto, you've faced down Ten-Tails, the lunatic Uchiha duo, rogue whinner Uchiha teammate and even annoying Otsutsukis. How hard can changing diapers be? Oh wait, I've never even changed a pair of pants without causing a disaster. And I bet dad…. I mean Minato is gonna be a little ninja with his own set of shuriken and... oh man, I'm going to be the guy in the park who's confused by baby strollers!"

Kurama's voice was full of mirth. "Oh, this is going to be gold. Imagine you trying to give your five-year-old Father the 'talk' about ninja ethics. 'Well, Minato, you see, sometimes you have to do really dangerous things to protect people… like eating all the ramen before your friends get any.' And don't forget about bedtime stories. You'll need to master the 'Lullaby Jutsu' to get him to sleep. I can see it now—'Ninja Night Night Jutsu: For Those Nights When You Can't Handle Another Wake-Up Call.' Oh man, look at the irony a time-traveled son raising his five-year-old father as his 'Son'. It's like the biggest head-scratching paradox ever."

All the teasing from Kurama and irony overload caused Naruto to faint. The room went quiet for a moment before one of the medics broke the silence with a chuckle. "Well, I guess we've discovered Naruto's Achilles' heel. A baby announcement! Next time, let's test him with a surprise party."

The others grinned, and Sarutobi shook his head with a smile.

"When he wakes up, tell him to come to my tower for his new home and to pick up his son," Sarutobi said, before leaving the room.

The medics nodded and went to work on the mumbling man who kept repeating, "Father… I'm a father. Howwwww?" he drawled out in his sleep. One of them added with a grin, "So, should we wait for him to wake up, or do we just assume he's fine and go grab lunch?"

The village just got a lot more interesting.

Sorry to end on a cliffhanger, but this is my current limit.

But upcoming chapters will be increased in size.

A minor update.

Next chapter will be released on 20th September.