Athor Note: I collected the materials for the cover from the internet unlike my other works where I use different apps to make them.

Naruto groaned, his back throbbing in a dull, persistent ache. He shifted slightly on the cold, hard ground, trying to shake off the discomfort. Was this some kind of payback for sparring too much with Lee yesterday? That guy had been a maniac ever since mastering Sage Mode, dragging Naruto into daily sparring sessions that left him bruised and battered. But this pain… this felt different. Deeper. It reminded him of that time Jiraiya made him sleep on the floor for three days straight during training.

Ugh, that old pervert had no idea what comfort was.

"Oi, you awake?"

The voice cut through the haze in Naruto's mind, distant and unwelcome. He muttered something incoherent, burying his face into his arms. "Lemme sleep, Sai…"

"Wake up. Now."

"Go away… lemme sleep…" He tried to roll over, but his body felt sluggish. His muscles protested with every tiny movement. What the hell was wrong with him?

"I will not tolerate disobedience."

Naruto groaned again, this time more annoyed than anything else. "Haha, very funny, now get lost."

"Did you just order me?"

He ignored the voice, already halfway back to unconsciousness. Whoever it was could wait. He was too tired for this. But just as his breathing began to steady, and the sweet embrace of sleep started to pull him under, something hit him—hard. A sharp, brutal kick to the stomach.

Air shot out of his lungs, and for a split second, he couldn't breathe. His eyes flew open, wide in shock, gasping as he tried to figure out what just happened. "What the hell, Sai?! Why would—"

He froze.

The person standing above him wasn't Sai. His heart skipped a beat. It wasn't anyone he knew. The man had dark, raven-like hair, wild and messy, and piercing red eyes. Eyes that shouldn't be possible. The Sharingan. What. The. Actual. Hell.

Before Naruto could process what was happening, the stranger grabbed him roughly by the hair—wait, since when was his hair this long?—and yanked him up with a force that made Naruto yelp.

"Hey! That hurts, bastard! Let go!" Naruto's hands flew up instinctively, clawing at the man's wrist, but he was too weak. His limbs felt heavy, like they were weighed down by something more than just exhaustion. "Let me go!"

The man didn't listen. His grip tightened, and he leaned down, his eyes narrowing. "That's what you get for disobeying us. Now get up. The Senju will be here any moment."

Naruto blinked, his mind still foggy. Senju? Granny Tsunade? Was she… awake? Had something happened?

"Granny… Tsunade? She's here?"

The man's expression didn't change. "Granny who? You have no family. Lord Madara should be more strict with you. You are, after all, a weapon, Nanashi." His voice was cold, almost mechanical, as if repeating a fact that had been drilled into him. With that, he left.

Weapon? Nanashi? The word rattled around in Naruto's brain like a loose cog. Nanashi meant 'Nameless,' but that wasn't his name. His name was Naruto Uzumaki. He was from Konoha. And where did Madara come from? What the hell was this guy talking about?

"Wait, wait—" Naruto's voice caught in his throat as he noticed something strange. His voice… it wasn't right. It was higher-pitched. Softer.

And his hair—it wasn't the short, spiky blonde he was used to. It was long and dark blue, almost like Hinata's. His stomach twisted with a sense of growing dread. What the hell was going on?

Panicked, Naruto quickly made the familiar cross seal with his hands. "Shadow Clone Jutsu!"

Poof!

A single clone appeared beside him, unchained and free. But when Naruto glanced at it, his heart dropped.

The clone's eyes—coal black, not the warm blue he knew so well—stared back at him. A girl stared back at him.

The air hung thick with an eerie silence.

"What the hell?!" Naruto's voice cracked as he stumbled back, staring at his reflection. "Why am I a freaking girl?!" His mind raced, scrambling to make sense of this surreal nightmare. He looked like a female version of Sasuke—well, sort of. Except for the hair, which was a deep, inky blue. And… she was kinda cute. But that was beside the point!

She—he—whatever—was wearing a torn, oversized top that barely hung off his—her—body. Naruto felt the chill of the air against his skin, realizing with horror that there were no undergarments beneath the tattered clothing. A wave of discomfort hit him, mixing with the confusion and panic already swirling in his head.

He glanced down, noticing the bruises and chains wrapped tightly around his wrists and ankles. The cold metal bit into his skin, rattling with every tiny movement, making him feel less like a person and more like an animal being led to slaughter.

"Okay…" Naruto muttered, trying to steady his breathing. "Okay, let's calm down and assess the situation."

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to think.

"I wake up in a cave, chained to the floor. I wake up as a girl—who looks like a cute, female Sasuke, probably around thirteen. Then, this man—who looks like an older, more pissed-off version of Sasuke—beats the crap out of me. He's got the Uchiha crest on his back."

Naruto's thoughts raced as he tried to piece it all together. "But… all the Uchiha are dead. And by the sounds outside, there are more people. He didn't recognize Granny Tsunade either, and she's, like, super famous. So what the hell is going on?"

The man returned and yanked Naruto's chains again, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You'd better start moving, or I'll make you regret it. Lord Madara awaits."

Naruto winced but followed along, trying to keep his legs from giving out beneath him. As he was dragged toward the mouth of the cave, his mind continued to race. None of this made sense. Uchiha? Senju? Madara? So the masked man is here?

Could this be…time-travel?

Or… was this all just a bad dream? Naruto yawned, suddenly exhausted. Maybe if he went back to sleep, he'd wake up in his own bed, in Konoha, and all of this would—

A sharp pain exploded in his throat as the man's hands closed around his neck, squeezing hard enough to cut off his air. Naruto's vision swam, his hands flying to his throat in a desperate attempt to pry the man's fingers away.

But just as quickly as it started, the man released him, letting Naruto fall to the ground with a loud, painful thud. He gasped for breath, his lungs burning as he struggled to fill them with air again. Every inhale felt like he was sucking in shards of glass, the raw ache in his throat making him dizzy. His vision swirled, black spots dancing at the edges as he fought to stay conscious. The man loomed over him, his shadow dark and oppressive against the glaring sunlight. Naruto's mind raced, scrambling for some sense of control, some semblance of reality in the middle of this surreal nightmare.

"You worthless brat," the man snarled, his voice a low growl. "If you can't even handle this, then you're already dead."

Naruto clenched his fists, the chains clinking together as he pushed himself onto his knees, swaying slightly. "Shut… up," he rasped, barely able to force the words out. His throat felt like it had been crushed, each word scraping painfully as he spoke. But he wasn't about to let this guy break him, whoever the hell he was. "I… don't take orders… from you."

The man's face twisted into a sneer, his eyes narrowing in cold amusement. "You really think you're something, don't you?" He reached down, grabbing Naruto by the collar of his ragged shirt and yanking him to his feet with one sharp pull. Naruto staggered, barely managing to stay upright as the world tilted dangerously around him.

The man shoved him forward, the chains pulling taut as Naruto stumbled into the sunlight. The light was blinding, searing his eyes after the darkness of the cave. He squinted, trying to make sense of the scene before him.

It was a village. But not like any village Naruto had ever seen. The buildings were old, ancient even, their wooden beams creaking under the weight of time. Dark, high-collared robes fluttered in the breeze as people moved about in slow, deliberate motions, their faces blank and emotionless. Each one of them wore the Uchiha crest, emblazoned proudly on their backs.

Naruto's heart pounded in his chest. Uchihas. Everywhere.

"What the hell…" Naruto muttered, his voice trailing off as his eyes darted from one figure to the next. There were men, women, children—all of them Uchiha. And yet, something was deeply wrong. The atmosphere was thick with tension, the air heavy with something he couldn't quite place. Fear, maybe? Or was it something worse?

The man beside him gave the chain a sharp tug, nearly jerking Naruto off his feet. "Keep moving. You're not here to sightsee."

Naruto's feet dragged across the dirt, the weight of the chains making every step awkward and unsteady. His legs still felt wrong—too short, too slender—and the strange, new balance of his body made him feel like he was walking in someone else's skin. Hell, maybe he was.

His mind buzzed with half-formed thoughts. None of this made sense. Uchihas shouldn't even be here. The clan was gone, wiped out years ago. So what the hell was this? Some kind of elaborate genjutsu? If so, it was one of the most realistic ones Naruto had ever experienced. The pain was too real, the fear too raw. His throat was still on fire from the choking, and the ache in his chest from the earlier kick hadn't dulled one bit.

They passed by a small group of villagers—three men, standing by a well, their eyes following Naruto with cold indifference. One of them, a tall man with long dark hair and the same red eyes, muttered something under his breath. Naruto couldn't catch the words, but the way he spat them out made it clear enough. They weren't friendly.

Great. As if things couldn't get any worse.

Naruto tried to focus, tried to figure out a way out of this mess, but the weight of everything pressing down on him was making it hard to think straight. He glanced at the chains around his wrists and ankles, testing them slightly. They were tight, too tight to break easily. But he could gather enough chakra—

Another sharp tug on the chains. "Quit stalling."

Naruto grit his teeth, his mind racing again. This wasn't the time to act recklessly. He needed to understand what was happening first, and for that, he had to play along—at least for now. There had to be answers somewhere, and running blindly wasn't going to help him get them.

As they reached the heart of the village, Naruto noticed the people staring more openly now. Their expressions were grim, eyes narrowed with suspicion or maybe even disgust. He was used to being stared at—hell, growing up in Konoha had been a constant reminder of that—but this felt different. This felt personal. Like they knew something about him that he didn't.

"The cursed one," a woman whispered, her voice barely audible as they passed. Naruto's skin crawled at the sound of it.

The cursed one? Was that what they thought he was? What the hell had happened here?

The man leading him came to a stop in front of a large, imposing building that stood at the edge of the village. It looked like it had been carved out of the very earth itself, its wooden beams thick and rough, like they had withstood centuries of weather and war. The Uchiha crest was painted across the door, bold and defiant.

Naruto's gut twisted. There was something about this place that set his nerves on edge, something dark and oppressive that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

The door creaked open with a groan, and Naruto was shoved inside, stumbling over the threshold. The interior was dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of old wood and something else—something metallic, like blood.

And then he saw him.

Madara Uchiha.

Standing at the far end of the room, tall and imposing, with that same piercing gaze Naruto had only seen in the stories. His presence was suffocating, like the air around him had grown too heavy to breathe. He looked every bit the legend, with his long, flowing black hair and those cold, calculating eyes that seemed to see through everything.

Naruto's throat tightened. This couldn't be real. Madara was dead. He had to be dead. But the figure in front of him looked very much alive.

"Bring her here," Madara's voice was like ice, smooth and unfeeling, sending a chill down Naruto's spine.

Naruto was shoved forward, his body jerking awkwardly as he tried to keep his balance. The chains rattled loudly in the silence, a harsh reminder of his captivity. His heart raced, every instinct screaming at him to run, to fight, to do something.

But all he could do was stand there, staring up at the man who shouldn't exist, his mind a tangled mess of fear and confusion.

"Do you know why you're here?" Madara asked, his voice low and deliberate.

Naruto swallowed hard, his mouth dry. "No… and I don't care," he growled, though his voice betrayed him with a slight tremble. He hated how weak he sounded, how small he felt in front of this man.

Madara's lips curled into a faint, humorless smile. "You should care. It's your life at stake, after all."

Naruto's fists clenched at his sides, the chains biting into his wrists as he glared up at the man. He had no idea what was going on, but one thing was clear: this wasn't just a dream. This was real. And somehow, some way, he was going to find a way out of this.

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Author's Note:

So, I've been playing the Naruto x Boruto Ninja Storms game, and I've got to say, Nanashi's story really hit me hard. It got me thinking... I love genderbending stories, so why not try something new? I'm giving this a shot, and if you guys enjoy it, I'll definitely keep it going!

This story picks up after Naruto defeats Pain. Madara (or Obito) had sent him and Sakura into an experimental Infinite Tsukuyomi (like the Road to Ninja movie) during this time.

Drop your thoughts in the review section, and let me know what you think!

Till next time!