Chapter 3 – The Night of the Nine-Tails
Things happened too fast for the young, transmigrated Gojo Satoru.
One moment, he was wrapped in warmth, cradled in the gentle embrace of a mother's love. It was unfamiliar, yet comforting—a sensation he hadn't felt in decades.
And then—chaos.
A surge of pure, undiluted killing intent crashed into him like a tidal wave, suffocating in its intensity. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was not just malice—it was primal rage, ancient and overwhelming, the fury of a caged god.
His newborn body froze.
His instincts screamed at him, but what could he do? He was helpless.
A monstrous roar ripped through the night, shaking the air itself.
The Nine-Tails.
Through his blurry vision, he saw the hulking, towering figure of the demon fox, its blazing red eyes filled with nothing but hatred. It was unrestrained destruction given form, its titanic tails whipping through the village, carving through buildings like paper.
Even in his past life, Gojo had faced terrifying opponents—Toji, Sukuna, Kenjaku…
But this was different.
This was something else.
His tiny lungs struggled, his underdeveloped body unable to process the sheer magnitude of bloodlust suffocating the air.
His mind shut down.
And Gojo Satoru fainted.
A bitter cold seeped into his tiny form.
The warmth he had felt before was gone, replaced by the sharp, biting night air. The acrid stench of blood, smoke, and burning debris filled his senses, jolting him awake.
He was lying on an altar, the hard stone pressing against his fragile body. His tiny fingers twitched, and a terrifying presence loomed over him.
Something huge.
Something furious.
His newborn body shivered, but it wasn't from the cold.
A massive, snarling beast was bound before him, its enormous body restrained by glowing chains.
Its burning red eyes locked onto him.
And standing in front of him—a man with spiky blond hair, a long white cloak billowing behind him.
A grim, yet determined expression on his face.
Gojo's mind, still sluggish from the fainting spell, took a moment to process.
Then, realization slammed into him like a brick.
Minato Namikaze.
His body stiffened.
No. No, no, no. You've got to be kidding me.
This wasn't just another world.
This was Naruto.
This was the night of the Nine-Tails attack.
And that meant—
Oh, I am so screwed.
The chilling air grew even colder, a presence far more terrifying than the Kyuubi creeping into the space.
A ghastly figure materialized behind Minato, its hollow, endless grin stretching across its eerie face. A grotesque entity draped in tattered robes, its lifeless eyes locked onto its next meal.
A deep, primal fear sank into Gojo's core.
"I know what that is."
The Reaper Death Seal.
The sheer weight of the supernatural entity pressed down on everything around it, and despite all his former power, Gojo realized something horrifying.
"This thing is on an entirely different level."
This wasn't Cursed Energy.
This wasn't Jujutsu Sorcery.
This was Death itself.
"Nope. Nope. Nope. I refuse to be part of this!"
He wanted to struggle, to run, to do anything—but his newborn body refused to obey.
And then—the ritual began.
The Shinigami's blade descended.
A forbidden jutsu, slicing through existence itself.
The Nine-Tails let out a roar of agony as its soul was forcibly severed.
Half of its chakra—its essence—was pulled into Minato's body.
A suicidal move.
Minato's Fate was Decided.
And the other half?
The half meant for him?
A vicious, enraged snarl escaped the beast's throat.
"I WILL NOT BE SEALED AGAIN!"
It fought with everything it had, thrashing against the chains binding it, but the sealing process had already begun.
Desperation gleamed in its crimson eyes as it made one final move for freedom.
Its massive claw lunged forward.
Straight at the newborn.
For the second time that night, Gojo's mind went blank.
And then—
SLASH!
A wet, sickening sound filled the air.
Blood splattered across the altar.
Minato and Kushina had moved without hesitation.
Their bodies shielded their son.
The Nine-Tails' claw pierced through them.
Kushina gasped, her fingers trembling as they reached out toward the crying infant.
Minato staggered, blood dripping from his lips, but still, he smiled.
Gojo—or rather, Naruto—twitched.
Something ached inside him.
Something familiar.
His newborn mind couldn't grasp what it was, but the feeling was so close to home.
Kushina's voice trembled, but it was gentle, filled with warmth.
"Naruto… don't be picky about your food…"
"Study hard… and make lots of friends…"
Minato, barely clinging to life, let out a soft chuckle.
"And shower every day," he murmured weakly.
Gojo—or Naruto—felt something stir deep inside.
"Why… does this feel so familiar?"
Minato slowly placed his bloodied hands together.
"Now… Eight Trigrams Seal!"
A blinding light erupted.
And then—
Everything shattered.
His mind went blank.
His memories broke apart, piece by piece, dissolving into nothingness.
Gojo Satoru was no more.
All that remained was a crying baby.
A child named Naruto Uzumaki.
And deep within him, something lingered.
Something waiting.
For the day it would wake again.
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