Authors Notes::

Hey there, everyone! Hellfire Uchiha here. I know this is a site dedicated to original works, but as a newbie, I'm still searching for a unique fiction idea that stands out from the crowd.

Before I dive into crafting my own stories, I've decided to adopt some of the incomplete but exceptional fictions out there. Recently, I reached out to NxSE and received the green light to continue this story along with several others. I have plenty of ideas for this one, and rest assured, The Limitless Sage will not be abandoned; I'm committed to completing it within a range of 35 chapters.

Happy reading, and I look forward to sharing this journey with all of you!

Chapter 1

Prologue Naruto : Uchiha Chronicles

Summary: AU: What if Naruto was born in the timeline with those of the Sannin? What if Naruto was born in the Uchiha clan and was scorned due to being Izuna Uchiha's son and Madara Uchiha's nephew by the whole village? How would events roll about as he forges down his own path and gains the respect and love of the village to finally climbing the ladder and do what no Uchiha had ever done: Become Hokage?

Let the adventures unroll…

The Uchiha clan, one of the two most formidable clans in Konohagakure no sato. It wasn't a secret to anyone that they were one of the two founder clans of the Hidden Leaf village. Neither was it a secret to anyone that it was one of its founding fathers, belonging to that very clan, who betrayed and attempted to annihilate the very place he nurtured with his own hands.

Madara Uchiha.

The name alone was enough to instill fear among the hearts of any and every shinobi worth their salt, anyone who had ever picked up a history book regarding shinobis knew that name.

That name was the very definition of power and the legacy he had left behind.

The power to cave landscapes and mark a whole new valley, just to leave a mark when the man really went all out in his battle prowess.

The Valley of the End was still a reminder to all those who had ever mistakenly forgotten the name of the menacing legend, the devil that once roamed across the Land of Fire like the Reaper himself. Annihilating the very existence of any person he found unworthy of breathing from the very face of the earth.

But not many knew that the man had married in secret.

Yes, Madara Uchiha, the tyrant, crimson-eyed demon, the very virtue of death himself. Many names had been given to the legendary shinobi but none had ever imagined him to be a man who would ever even think to have a family.

But he had.

The man was rumored to be completely unstoppable against anyone other than the legendary Shodai Hokage Hashirama Senju. The same man wielding the Mokuton, the only one who ever went toe to toe with Madara, and lived the next day to tell his tale.

The man who tamed the Lord of the Bijuus, the Kyuubi in the palm of his hands with a mere glance of his menacing eyes.

That man had a family.

He married a simple woman, and he had a son. A child, born when the man had married a woman of his own clan, one who had managed to creep into the small cracks that were in that stone-faced man's heart.

Together they got married and gave birth to a child. A child who was trained by his father, to meet the expectations of his eyes. No one knew of their existence even within the village, since Madara's fame brought with itself the hatred of his enemies too.

The child who he had named after the very brother who had succumbed to his wounds, in his very arms and had left Madara with the power to take on the world by himself.

Izuna.

The boy had lived peacefully amongst his clansmen and villagers for quite some time.

But it was only a tiger sleeping among its prey.

Waiting for the time to break free his fangs and claws and wipe out the very existence of the people who he believed were the reason for his family's destiny.

His mother, who he loved with all his heart had gone to the point of death just because the grief of losing her husband had been too much for her to handle.

That had been the night, the night when he had let the darkness that hid in the skies overtake his very being and gift him the power to wipe out anyone in his path.

That night he had awakened the eyes that were only wielded once in history by his father.

That night he wielded the Mangekyou Sharingan.

With the new power coursing through his veins, he had started his rampage. The rampage that had destroyed the better part of a third of the village's infrastructure and countless lives were lost in his wake of total insanity.

Only one man stood a chance against him.

It was as if history was repeating itself. As if their predecessors had taken birth yet again through a reincarnation.

Tobirama Senju, the Nidaime Hokage of Konohagakure no sato had taken charge that night. He was the one who stood in front of the insane man and stopped his slaughter midway before it could continue on any further.

Surely he was nowhere near the levels of power his elder brother, Hashirama Senju once wielded. But after years of experience as a shinobi and as a Hokage to the village there were few who dared to challenge him to a fight.

However Izuna Uchiha wasn't any man. The fight had lasted the better part of the night before his newly awakened eyes had no more to give into the fight against the Fire Shadow who stood tall above the defeated man that lay on his feet.

There were few that Tobirama had respected in his life with all his heart. His elder brother and surprisingly Madara Uchiha was one of them.

He didn't respect him for his actions in life. No, they were disgraceful in his eyes.

He respected the man for his strength and character. The man held himself like a man of his stature should. And for that he had Tobirama's respect. But above all what Tobirama respected the most was Madara's loving heart.

Yes, that was what Tobirama knew to be true no matter how ridiculous it sounded to anyone else.

He had done his fair share of studying into the power that hid itself behind those crimson eyes. The power that the world once cowered before. And finally, his search had led him to the truth. He had gained the answers he was looking for after years of study into the secrets lurking behind those eyes. The answer was quite simple in the end.

Hate.

That was the answer that had shown itself to him for the fruits of his labor.

The greater the hatred in the bearer's heart, the greater the visual prowess shall be.

But Tobirama knew it to be a contradiction in itself. For, if hatred was the key to unlocking the power behind those eyes. The trauma had to have come from a trigger that led it wielder to that hatred itself.

And once again the legendary Senju had devised the answer. This time too the answer was very simple, always in front of everyone but no one bothered to question it.

Love.

Now one might say how are love and hate related? They are the polar opposites in reality, just like light and dark, Yin and Yang.

But that was where the key to his answer lay. For Light to exist, Darkness had its exist too. Yin and Yang always were in perfect harmony, for without one the other cannot exist.

The greater the love a Uchiha hid within his pure heart. The greater the hatred would be when it was crushed by the world.

As Tobirama had stood tall, his shadow looming over his defeated opponent the Uchiha had asked for one last wish.

Tobirama Senju was many things in life.

Calm, stoic, calculative, logical, deceptive, a genius. But dishonorable wasn't one of them. Just like every Senju and every Uchiha, he kept one thing over all the others.

Honor.

And there wasn't anything more dishonorable than to deny the last words of a man breathing his last breath in the world.

So he had crouched down as the dying man had whispered his last wish in his ear. Never before had Tobirama been so close to having his heart go under cardiac arrest at that very moment.

His wide eyes, astonished in disbelief stared at the dying Uchiha who merely smiled sadly with a warmth in his eyes that was never present even once during his battle.

Tobirama watched his eyes turn dull, as the life within them disappeared when his chest stopped heaving breaths and he passed on peacefully.

Tobirama never believed in superstitions, but at that very moment, the concept wasn't too foreign to him. For it had happened yet again right in front of his very eyes.

History had repeated itself and he had borne witness to it himself.

He crouched down and laid his palm over the man's lifeless onyx eyes. His hand slid down gently and closed the eyelids of the fallen man in respect and regret. For that day, he had made another child an orphan and taken away the shadow of his father from his life.

But he had given his word to the dying man; to take care of his legacy in his stead. And he would be damned if he let that promise go to waste.

Don't worry Izuna, your legacy rests safe with me I promise you…

~~~Present Time…~~~Konohagakure no Sato~~~

It was a bright day for the village that claimed to hide itself within its leaves. The sky was filled with spaced clouds, allowing ample free space for the bright shiny sun rays to peer their way through them.

The village itself was in as bright a mood as was it's weather on that fine day. For, it was a happy week for it's inhabitants right now.

The Konoha Shinobi Academy had started it's enrollment process, just like it did every year ever since it's foundation nearly a couple of decades ago.

Every citizen of the village, be it shinobi or civilian was allowed for an admission procedure by the laws laid down by the Shodai Hokage himself.

"Next…" the voice of a chunin sitting on a chair behind a desk spoke into the crowd. Another family with their own little child stepped forward to the table handing her the slip containing their number in line. "… here you go, fill this form and get it submitted to the Admissions Office by four in the evening." her happy voice instructed the family.

She graced the little one sitting on his father's shoulders with a warm smile. He was too excited to notice, his eyes still stuck on the form while she waved to his mother when they started walking away.

"Miss…" a soft and small voice spoke up, her thoughts broken instantly by it in a mere second. Her heart warmed at hearing the soft voice, no doubt coming from a prospective Academy student.

Her eyes landed on the small mop of blonde hair and blue eyes peering over the edge of her table and gazing at her with all the mustered innocence of the world. His hands were the only thing besides the upper half of his head visible to her that were kept on the edge. He stood on tiptoes and was looking at the woman with a bitten lip hidden under the table.

Her smile instantly vanished the moment her eyes laid on him and realization dawned on her for the identification of said voice. Her eyes became icy and narrowed in an accusing glare at the blue-eyed child on the front edge of her table.

"I want to enroll in the Academy too…" his innocent and soft voice slipped past his lips. Her eyes narrowed in on the blonde mop of hair even more, making him a little nervous from her cold stare.

"Is that right?" she asked a little coldly, the head of said boy bobbing up and down innocently.

"Hai!" he squeaked softly making her frown. She looked down on her small pile of forms before looking around to see that all parents had already taken theirs meaning he was the only one left now.

She gave him a half hearted smile. The boy's nervousness vanished instantly and was replaced by and excited smile.

"I'm sorry boy, but all forms have been given out. You were a bit late…" she lied smoothly, making his smile vanish instantly off his face. Naruto's face fell, his once-bright eyes dimming as the hopeful light faded away. He felt something heavy settle in his chest, a weight that he didn't understand but that hurt in a way he couldn't ignore.

"Oh…" he whispered, obviously saddened by her remark. She peered up from her work and frowned, she felt a little guilty for doing so but it was for the greater good in the end. That was what she told herself and continued her work to take her mind off of it.

"Umm, where can I get one then miss?" his innocent voice spoke up yet again making her let out a sigh and slam her pen down in annoyance. He was startled a bit at her sudden loud action and stumbled on his toes, causing him to stumble back a bit.

"You can't. All forms for this year's admissions have been given out, you came too late. Now go and try again next year." she answered curtly and picked her pen up. Her cold words were sharp, each one sinking deeper, making him feel smaller and more alone. He blinked back tears, his little heart clenching as he bit down on his lip to stop the tremble.

She went about her papers, not seeing the small watering eyes or the quivering lip of said boy.

"Thank you for your time miss…" she heard his soft whisper trailing with a small sniffle at the end and he quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, desperately trying not to cry, but the rejection stung worse than any scraped knee. She stopped her work momentarily to see him walking out slowly, no doubt in sadness if his little hunched shoulders were any indication.

She bit her lip when she saw him open the metal gates to the Academy and turn around. She wanted to stop him but he had already gone away by then. A sigh slipped past her lips and her hand massaged her temples tiredly.

" Why am I feeling sympathy for him? He is nothing but trouble anyways, just like them…" she thought bitterly, and went back to her work.

The blonde's golden locks shone as bright as the sun itself while he walked down the streets slowly. His little fists clenched around nothing, his whole body tense as he tried to swallow the ache of disappointment. He wiped his eyes and saw the main entrance for the Academy children in front of him which would open a couple of days from now for all the new admissions.

" But not for me…" he sniffled to himself and walked to the wooden swing in front of said gate slowly.

The swing made soft creaking noises every now and then while his legs waved in the air with each movement he took on the ride. It made him feel a little better, the shade of the tree, the nests of the birds over it chirping loudly.

He loved nature, it always made him feel warm and nice. Especially the garden in his house.

"Kaa-chan see this is where I'll come a day after tomorrow to become an awesome shinobi!" his little reprieve was instantly worsened even more so than before when he heard those words.

His longing blue eyes stared at the family with a look akin to that of someone who could just wish for what just could not be his.

Family.

He bit his lip, watching on with that same longing gaze at the boy hunched over his father's shoulders while they all laughed at his expense. His lips trembled, eyes shimmering with unshed tears as he watched them laugh and smile together. It was a feeling he couldn't name, a deep, gnawing ache that whispered that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't meant to have what they had. Just a boy who was always... alone.

"Yes you're right but first we have to submit your form to the Hokage tomorrow sweetie or you won't be enrolled…" he heard and kept it in the back of his mind for future reference.

"Kaa-chan look the lady at that office gave me an extra form by mistake, what should I do with it?" his voice rang when he walked past the tree where our adorable little blonde sat. The said blonde's ears perked up and a small spark of hope now lingered on in his eyes.

"Throw it away sweetie, it's of no use to you anyways…" his mother told him with a soft giggle. The boy did as his mother had told him and threw it over his head without a second thought.

The slip of paper flew behind the three in the air and the blonde boy's swing stopped abruptly. His blue eyes narrowed in on the slowly flying piece of paper.

Konoha Shinobi Admissions Programme

His eyes widened as soon as he read the words on top of the paper and he was off the swing in an instant. His little feet stumbled a little, but he caught his balance and chased the flying paper for dear life.

He leaned down between his stumbling and nervous steps, swinging his arms around for failed attempts at catching the paper he needed so much right now.

Finally, his fingers stuck on the flying form, his feet slowing down gradually before he was standing in the middle of the empty street all alone, looking at the piece of paper in his little hands with wide eyes.

Konoha Shinobi Admissions Programme

He read the first line again to reassure himself that he really had one. He bit his lips and clutched the form to his chest as if it was made of gold. His eyes clenched in desperation to believe it really was true.

" I've got it, I finally have one. Now I can enroll too!" he thought to himself and ran back towards his house with a small hop in his little steps. Everyone eyes him coldly, with a look that clearly said 'are you stupid?', seeing him clutch a piece of paper to his chest so protectively as if it was his whole life.

But the child could care less, he was far too happy right now to pay attention to these little things at the moment. He had a form to fill and submit to the Hokage tomorrow.