The Uchiha matter was on the calendar—but before any "divine punishment" that could upend Konoha, a quiet and precious interlude arrived.
It was time for Naruto to enter the Academy.
On the morning of the entrance ceremony, a scene worthy of the village chronicles formed at the school gate.
Once the Fourth Hokage, now head of the Namikaze clan—Minato.
His wife, the "Crimson Pepper" who had tamed the Nine-Tails—Kushina.
Their eldest, the Namikaze heir whose power and mystery were spoken of in every household—Shinju.
And their youngest, today's main character—Naruto, bound for his first day of class.
Four figures, together, at the threshold of the Academy.
Minato wore simple clothes, but the warmth and quiet strength around him drew every eye. Kushina, casual and smiling soft, held Naruto's hand, a mother's pride bright in her gaze.
Parents escorting their children slowed, stepping aside on instinct, respect and envy plain on their faces, letting the family pass. Everyone knew it: this was Konoha's first household, giants one and all—best not to provoke.
New students stared at the blond boy, their own size, walking with legends. Curiosity and goodwill swirled—along with the urge to befriend him.
There was no fear, no disgust for a "demon fox."
"Dad, Mom, big bro! I'm here!"
Backpack new and neat, Naruto grinned so wide it was almost silly—no nerves, no shrinking back. He puffed his chest like a proud little peacock. The strongest dad and mom in the world—and the strongest big brother—had come to see him off.
"Listen to your teachers, okay?" Kushina crouched, tugging his collar straight, eyes brimming with reluctance to let go.
"Got it! You're so naggy, Mom!" he complained, mouth only. He stayed still till she was done.
Minato ruffled his hair. "Go on. Make some new friends."
Naruto nodded vigorously, then looked at Shinju.
"Big bro!"
"Mm?"
"When I graduate, I'm gonna be stronger than you!" he declared, small fist clenched.
Shinju's lips tugged into a rare, genuine smile. "I'll be waiting."
Maybe, in this timeline, Naruto would climb even higher. Wind Style: Rasenshuriken (Futon: Rasenshuriken), Sage Mode (Sennin Mode), Nine-Tails Mode—Giant Rasengan (Oodama Rasengan). Let this life bring them all.
Buoyed by his family, Naruto waved hard and sprinted for the gate.
"Hey! Choji! Shikamaru! Wait up!"
He spotted Akimichi Choji and Nara Shikamaru, shouted, and slung an arm around each as the three ducked into the school together, laughing.
Sunlit, bright, confident.
Friends at his side, the crowd watching.
This was how a hero's son should start his childhood.
Shinju stood watching until Naruto's lively back disappeared beyond the doors. His thoughts pressed close.
In the uncorrected world, today would have been different: a small, solitary figure beneath the weight of whispers and hard stares, parents dragging their children away, no send-off, no waiting friends, only a lonely swing and the creak of chains.
Now—no glares. No spit. No lonely swing.
Everything diverged from tragedy.
Shinju knew the source of this joy.
It began the night of the Nine-Tails, when he pressed [Legendary Resurgence]—when he brought the Golden Flash back to the world.
In that moment he understood what his rebirth—and the [Valhalla System]—meant. It wasn't just about power or dominion.
It was about correction.
Erasing tragedies that shouldn't have been.
Pulling those meant for happiness out of the pit and back into the sun.
The satisfaction of remaking the world with his own hands outweighed any rush of raw strength.
"What are you thinking, Shinju?" Kushina's voice tugged him back. She stared at the gate, tears still shining.
"Nothing," he said, shaking his head. "Just… Naruto's grown."
Minato stepped beside him, a warm, steady hand settling on his shoulder. "He has," he said softly. His eyes left the gate and settled on Shinju, grateful and proud. "Thank you."
He didn't specify for what. Shinju understood.
For seeing a son's first day with his own eyes.
For a whole family, returned.
For a new, happy ending.
Shinju didn't answer. He just stood in the warmth of it.
Naruto had entered the Academy. A new story—one with no need for tragedy or regret—began here.
Shinju's gaze went further.
Fixing Naruto's childhood wasn't enough. There was more to do.
The Uchiha powder keg was smoldering.
Akatsuki's eyes still hunted the Tailed Beasts.
Far beyond the sky, higher-dimensional threats still watched this world.
The road ahead held uncertainty—but Shinju felt no ripple of doubt.
This world would no longer march to a script toward ruin. It had become a canvas—his canvas.
Shinju would be the hidden director.
And the sole author of every legend yet to come.
(End of Chapter)
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