YEAR 33 AFTER THE FOUNDING OF KONOHA
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Spring had settled over Konohagakure, covering the village in a calm, steady warmth. The morning sun filtered through rows of pink cherry blossoms, scattering petals across the streets as a breeze carried them from one rooftop to another.
Beyond the rooftops, the Hokage Rock watched silently over the village. The carved faces of the First, Second, and Third Hokage stood clear under the bright spring light, their stone expressions steady as petals drifted past them.
It had been fifteen years since the First Shinobi World War ended, yet true peace never returned. Along the borders, minor skirmishes continued—clashes between scouts, supply raids, and constant probing from rival nations. Every great village was rebuilding, stockpiling supplies, and quietly preparing for another large conflict.
And just a year ago, the first major blow struck.
Uzushiogakure—the stronghold of the Uzumaki clan and Konoha's long-trusted ally—had fallen.
A combined sneak attack by Kirigakure, Kumogakure, and Iwagakure destroyed the village before Konoha could respond. With its forces tied to the borders, Konoha managed only a small extraction team and saved just two survivors. The loss shook the shinobi world and shifted the balance between nations. Everyone understood what it meant: another war was looming.
Inside Konoha, however, daily life continued — missions went on, academy classes remained full, and villagers tried to live normally despite the unease.
At the center of the village, past the main road and behind the rows of blooming sakura trees, the warmth of spring did little to soften the tension inside Konoha Hospital.
Inside one of Konoha Hospital's delivery rooms, the atmosphere was tight and focused. A young woman lay on the main bed, her body shaking with exhaustion. Sweat dripped down the sides of her face, soaking into long strands of red hair that stuck messily to her cheeks and forehead. Each breath came out in strained, uneven bursts. She clenched her teeth as another contraction hit, a sharp cry tearing out before she could stop it.
She was Hana Uzumaki, one of the survivors rescued from the destroyed Uzushiogakure. She was in her late twenties with red hair, red eyes, and a frame weakened by hours of stressful labor—yet she pushed through the pain with everything she had. An IV line ran from her arm to a glass bottle beside the bed, the liquid inside trembling every time the bed shook.
Next to Hana stood a blonde woman in a crisp medic-nin coat, sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She had pale skin, brown eyes, and neatly tied blonde hair. Her movements were sharp and precise as she checked Hana's vitals, adjusted the IV flow, and guided the midwife next to her.
"Take steady breaths, Hana. You're going to be fine," she instructed.
She was Tsunade, granddaughter of the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, and a disciple of the current Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen. At twenty-one, she was already an elite jōnin and recognized as one of Konoha's most skilled medical-nin.
"It hurts… Tsunade…," she whispered, her vision blurring.
Tsunade gently steadied her shoulder. "It's okay. You're almost there. You and baby are gonna be just fine."
Besides her stood a Hyūga medic-nin, her pale robe marked with the clan symbol. Her Byakugan was active, its veins faintly bulging around her temples as she monitored the flow of chakra and internal positioning.
"Patient's vitals are stable," the Hyūga reported quietly. "No internal blockage. The child's position looks normal."
On the other side of the bed, an older midwife in her forties hurried between the equipment tables, wiping Hana's forehead with a cloth and adjusting the blankets.
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Meanwhile, just outside the delivery room, the atmosphere was entirely different.
The hallway was quiet, broken only by the quick footsteps of passing medical staff. Two figures waited there, holding their own tension in silence. One of them paced back and forth with restless steps, eyes fixed on the wooden door as muffled cries and Tsunade's instructions echoed faintly through it.
He was a young man in his late twenties, dressed in a dark jōnin uniform with the Uchiha crest displayed clearly on his back. His black hair was slightly messy, his expression tight with worry. This was Uchiha Renjiro, elite jōnin and the man waiting to become a father for the first time.
Every few seconds, he paused, exhaled sharply, then resumed pacing.
On the bench beside the wall sat a woman who watched him with a calm, steady gaze. She looked as if she were in her late twenties despite being far older, her presence calm and composed. Her long red hair was tied into two neat buns on either side of her head, each adorned with simple hanafuda-style earrings hanging from the ties. She wore a light white hooded robe, and a small purple diamond mark rested clearly on her forehead — the Strength of a Hundred Seal.
She was Mito Uzumaki, wife of the First Hokage, Senju Hashirama, the current jinchūriki of the Nine-Tails, and one of the last surviving members of the Uzumaki clan.
Her hands were folded neatly on her lap as she listened to Hana's strained cries from inside the room, her expression steady.
"Renjiro," Mito said quietly, her tone firm but gentle, "pacing will not help her."
Renjiro paused mid-step. "I know, Lady Mito, but Hana isn't a ninja. She's already weak. This labor is taking too long. I can't just stand here."
Mito gave a light nod. "Tsunade is inside. If anyone can guide her safely, it's that girl."
Renjiro inhaled deeply, trying to force himself still. For a moment, he managed it. Then his fingers tightened around the edge of his sleeve.
"What if the seal loosens?" he muttered. "Her chakra suppression seal… if it loosens during labor, her condition could get worse. You know how unstable her bloodline illness already is."
Mito turned her head slightly, her tone firm but calm. "The seal is holding. I reinforced it myself. Even if it weakens slightly from the stress, it won't harm her. Hana won't be using chakra during labor, so the illness won't flare."
Renjiro swallowed hard. "I just… she's been fragile ever since Uzushio fell. I can't lose her, too."
"Hana will be fine," Mito answered. "And so will the child. Have some faith."
Renjiro nodded slowly, yet barely a minute passed before he resumed pacing, unable to quiet the anxiety twisting inside him.
A newborn's cry suddenly echoed through the hallway, sharp and loud enough to cut through the silence. Renjiro stopped pacing at once, shoulders dropping as the tension drained from his posture. His hands, which had been clenched for minutes, finally relaxed at his sides. A faint breath escaped him—a mixture of relief and exhaustion.
On the bench, Mito lifted her head, the corners of her expression softening. Her eyes closed briefly, as if acknowledging the moment, before she straightened her back with calm assurance.
Renjiro moved closer to the door, waiting for whatever comes next.
About ten minutes later, the door to the delivery room slid open, and Tsunade stepped out. Her medic coat was slightly wrinkled, her sleeves pushed higher than before, and a thin layer of fatigue clung to her expression after the long procedure.
Renjiro reacted instantly. He moved toward her in two quick steps, the tension in his shoulders returning.
"Is Hana alright? What about the baby?" he asked without any delay.
Tsunade slowly exhaled. "Both mother and child are alright," she said. "And it's a boy."
Renjiro froze for a moment—then relief hit him all at once. His posture eased, his hands trembled slightly, and a faint, disbelieving smile formed before he could stop it.
Mito gave a warm smile, the news softening her usual composure.
"Thank you, Princess Tsunade," Renjiro said, bowing his head slightly. "For helping Hana… and for bringing my son safely into this world."
But then Tsunade's expression shifted. A small frown tightened her features.
"But there's a complication."
The relief vanished from Renjiro's face. His heart jumped, and before he realized it, his Sharingan flickered to life—three tomoe spinning anxiously.
"Is it Hana? Did something happen? Did her illness flare up?"
Tsunade raised a hand to assure him.
"No. Lady Hana is fine. Just exhausted. The seal didn't loosen, and her condition is stable. With a few months' rest and treatment, she'll recover."
Renjiro's breath escaped him in a shaky exhale. But Tsunade wasn't finished.
"It's about the boy," she said, her tone turning serious. She glanced toward the door. "It's better if you see it yourselves. Both of you."
She looked at Mito directly. "Grandma, come inside. I'll need your insight as well."
Renjiro swallowed, nodded, and followed her inside. Mito stood, smoothed her robe, and entered the room as Tsunade closed the door behind them.
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Inside the labor room, Hana lay on the bed, her hair damp with sweat, her breathing slow and heavy after the long hours of labor. A warm blanket covered her legs and stomach, and the IV beside her dripped steadily.
Beside her pillow, wrapped in a small white cloth, lay a newborn boy. A few soft strands of red hair curled lightly across his tiny forehead.
Hana's tired eyes shifted toward him. Even through her exhaustion, a faint smile formed as she looked at her son.
Renjiro didn't hesitate. He moved straight to the bedside, dropping to one knee. His Sharingan flared open on instinct, three tomoe circling slowly as they captured every detail of Hana and his son.
"Hana…" he breathed, voice shaking.
She turned her head toward him. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes—exhaustion, relief, and happiness mixing together.
Renjiro gently took her hand between both of his, lowering his head for a moment.
"Thank you," he whispered.
Hana breathed out slowly, her voice weak but warm. "Renji… look at him. Our son. He's so beautiful…"
Renjiro swallowed, then shifted his attention to the baby. He reached out with a trembling hand and brushed his thumb across the child's cheek. The skin was warm, small, and soft beneath his touch. His breath caught for a moment.
He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the baby's forehead. A few tears slipped down his face—quiet, grateful tears he didn't bother to hide.
Mito stepped forward quietly and moved to the other side of the bed. She placed a steady hand on Hana's forehead and brushed away the damp strands sticking to her skin.
Hana's tired eyes lifted toward her, and a faint smile appeared.
"You did well," Mito said softly. "It's over now. Rest."
Hana let out a slow breath, eyelids fluttering. Mito gave her a genuine smile—the kind only someone who had lived long enough to see both joy and tragedy could provide.
"The blood of the Uzumaki continues," Mito whispered. "No matter what happened… it still lives on."
Hana's lips curved into a weak smile. "A-Aunt Mito…" she murmured. "Look, isn't he beautiful?"
Mito nodded. "He is. You've given him a future. That's all a mother needs to do."
Hana let out a weak laugh that dissolved into a soft sob. Mito gently wiped the tears from her cheek and stayed beside her, offering quiet reassurance.
For a moment, the room felt calm, almost peaceful, as the three of them stood around mother and child—a small moment of family in the middle of everything.
Then Mito's expression shifted slightly, turning more serious. She straightened and looked toward Tsunade, who stood near the Hyūga medic.
"Tsunade," Mito said, her voice steady, "now tell me. What was the complication you mentioned?"
Tsunade took a moment before answering Mito. She let out a quiet breath, as if choosing her words carefully, then stepped closer to the bed. A hint of hesitation was visible in her eyes.
Hana's eyes widened, her breath catching. "C-complication…? Is something wrong with my baby?"
Tsunade immediately shook her head. "No, no. Physically, he's fine. His breathing, heart rate, and vitals — all normal for a newborn. He's not in any danger."
A shaky exhale left Hana, part relief, part fear. She turned her head toward her sleeping child, her eyes trembling. Something was still wrong. She could see it on Tsunade's face.
Renjiro stepped closer, jaw tightening. "Then what is it? If he's healthy, what's the complication?"
Tsunade didn't answer right away. She exhaled once, steadying herself, then met Renjiro's eyes before looking back at the Hyūga medic.
"After the delivery," she began, "I performed a diagnostic jutsu on Hana. Even though she's weakened, she was stable and had no complications with her chakra seal."
Her tone shifted slightly as she continued.
"But when I examined the baby… the chakra behaved strangely. When I performed the jutsu, it failed. It was almost like his body rejected chakra."
Renjiro's brows drew together. "Rejected… chakra?"
Tsunade nodded. "We perform diagnosis on all the patients, and it just works fine for all of them, even babies. But with him, the jutsu failed the moment it touched his skin."
Hana let out a shaky breath, staring at her son, her fingers curling weakly around the blanket.
Tsunade continued, "So, I increased the chakra output and forced it through at the cellular level. It eventually passed his skin… but it vanished immediately after as if there was nothing for it to interact with."
Renjiro frowned, confusion tightening his expression. "What do you mean by 'nothing'? What does that even show?"
Tsunade let out a slow breath, her expression tightening slightly.
"Since the diagnosis jutsu didn't work, I called Minazuki,"—she gestured to the Hyūga medic—"and asked her to check him with the Byakugan."
The Hyūga woman stepped forward with a small nod.
"As soon as I activated the Byakugan," Minazuki said, "it became clear. The issue is not surface-level. The boy has no chakra pathways. None at all."
Renjiro blinked, stunned. "What?... That's… impossible. Every person has pathways. Even if they're blocked, or narrow—"
"Yes," the Hyūga woman said softly. "Every human in recorded history has a chakra network. Even non-shinobi civilians possess basic coils and nodes, whether active or dormant."
Her eyes lowered to the newborn, her expression grim.
"But this child has no coils, no nodes, no tenketsu points. Not even unformed ones. There is no chakra system in his body."
Hana's breath hitched, her hands trembling as she clutched the baby closer to her chest.
"How… how can that be…?" she whispered. "He carries Uchiha blood… and Uzumaki… how can he have no chakra…?"
Even Mito's frown deepened, her expression tightening in visible confusion. In all her long life, she had never once heard of a person born without chakra pathways. Her gaze shifted to the newborn, lingering on him with a mix of concern, uncertainty, and a quiet pity — as if already imagining the kind of future a child like this would face.
Renjiro stepped toward Tsunade, his voice low and strained. "Princess Tsunade… what does this mean for him?"
Tsunade didn't hesitate or soften her words.
"It means he won't be able to mold chakra," she said. "He won't sense it. He won't be able to use even the simplest E-rank jutsu."
Tsunade continued. "In medical terms… he is a pure human. Completely healthy, but without a chakra system. He has no potential for chakra manipulation."
There was no emotion in her voice — just cold truth.
"He will never become a shinobi."
Silence filled the room.
Renjiro's Sharingan flickered for a moment before fading again, his mind struggling to accept the words.
Hana cradled her newborn closer, her thumb trembling as she stroked his cheek.
Mito watched with a heavy, unreadable expression — her eyes fixed on the child of two powerful clans born with none of their traits.
Hana's fingers tightened slightly around her son as another thought struck her.
Her voice trembled.
"…Is it… because of my illness?" she whispered. "My bloodline disease… is that why my baby doesn't have chakra pathways? Is it because of me?"
Renjiro stiffened at her words, turning sharply toward Tsunade.
Tsunade reacted immediately, shaking her head.
"No. It's not because of your illness," she said firmly. "If it were, we would have seen warning signs during your pregnancy."
Hana swallowed, her eyes still wet. "But my condition… my illness—"
Tsunade stepped a little closer to the bed.
"Lady Hana," she said, her tone steady, "your bloodline illness exists because of chakra — not because of the lack of it."
Hana blinked, confused, and Tsunade continued.
"Some clan-specific bloodline diseases appear in clans whose kekkei genkai place heavy stress on the body. The Kaguya clan is the clearest example — their own bones injure them from the inside. In your case…" Tsunade paused briefly, choosing her words. "Your illness comes from your chakra being too strong."
Mito lowered her head slightly, silently agreeing.
Tsunade went on.
"When you were still living in Uzushio, your chakra reserves were among the highest in your clan. But your body couldn't handle the strain. Excessive chakra use would damage your organs and shorten your lifespan. That's why your grandfather, Clan Head Ashina, created the suppression seal for you — to lock away the majority of your chakra and stop the illness from spreading."
Her eyes softened for a moment.
"That seal didn't cause your son's condition. And your illness doesn't pass genetically. Bloodline diseases like yours are not hereditary. They're individual conditions triggered by chakra overactivity, thus no cure is available against them."
Hana's lips parted shakily. "Then… what caused it? How does he have no chakra?"
Tsunade exhaled.
"We don't know," she admitted. "It might be a mutation. It might be a reaction between two powerful bloodlines. It might be something unrelated entirely. But it's not because of your illness. And it's not anything you did."
She straightened slightly and looked at both parents.
"What happened to him isn't something we can trace. His blood analysis shows no abnormalities or genetic defects. His cells and organs are healthy. He simply… lacks a chakra network."
Hana let out a long sigh as she stared at her son — no longer blaming herself.
Renjiro swallowed hard, forcing himself to ask the question he already feared the answer to.
"So...is there any cure? Any way for him to gain chakra pathways later? Anything at all?"
Tsunade shook her head immediately. "No. Chakra pathways aren't something that can be created. They're a biological system—an organ network that develops before birth, parallel to the nervous system. If it isn't there now… it never will be."
Renjiro's jaw tightened, but he said nothing.
Mito stood silent for a long moment, her expression still troubled. "Not even with Uzumaki sealing methods…?" she asked, voice low.
Tsunade answered firmly. "No seal can create a chakra network. You can store chakra, suppress it, redirect it—but you cannot generate an entire circulatory system where one doesn't exist."
The room grew still again.
Hana's fingers trembled slightly as she held her son closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Then… it doesn't matter."
Renjiro turned, surprised. "Hana—"
She shook her head weakly, tears slipping down her temples, but a steady resolve in her eyes.
"It doesn't matter if he has chakra or not. He's our son."
Her voice cracked, but her grip never loosened. "He doesn't need to be a shinobi… he doesn't need to fight or survive like we did. Let him live as a civilian. Let him grow up safe. Free from all the cruel ninja world."
Renjiro stared at her for a moment—then the tension in his shoulders finally collapsed. He exhaled shakily and moved closer, placing one hand over hers and the other on his son's blanket.
"…You're right," he whispered. "He doesn't need chakra. Even though he bears the Uchiha name, he doesn't need to walk the shinobi path. He won't risk his life on missions like I did. He'll be free to choose whatever life he wants. And we'll support him—whatever he becomes."
Hana gave a small, exhausted smile, her eyes softening. Renjiro leaned down and gently pressed his forehead to hers, the baby between them.
Mito watched them quietly, her expression easing for the first time. "Yes," she said softly. "Chakra or not, he is of Uzumaki blood. He will grow into a fine young man. And he won't face this world alone."
Tsunade let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and nodded in silent agreement, the earlier tension fading from her face.
For a moment, the room felt calmer—warm, steady, and whole. A family accepting the truth together.
Mito let the quiet settle for a moment, then shifted her eyes from the newborn to the parents.
"…Every child deserves a good name," she said softly. "Have you decided what to call him?"
Renjiro exhaled. "Yes… he needs a proper name. A strong one."
He looked toward Hana. "You choose. You name him."
Hana, still cradling the tiny bundle against her chest, breathed out slowly. Her fingers brushed across the baby's cheek, and her tired eyes softened.
"…Yoriichi."
The room paused.
Mito lifted an eyebrow gently. Tsunade glanced over with interest. Renjiro leaned in, repeating it under his breath.
"Yoriichi?"
Hana nodded. "It means 'the one who is blessed'"
She swallowed, emotion tightening her throat.
"I never thought…" She stopped, gathering her breath. "I never thought I would live long enough to hold my own child. After the war… after everything… this—" she looked at the baby again, eyes shimmering, "—this is a blessing. Even if the world doesn't see him the way we do… to us, he is a blessing. So… Yoriichi. The one who is blessed."
Mito smiled first, a small, approving smile that reached her eyes.
"It's a fine name. A strong one."
Even Tsunade gave a brief nod, the corner of her mouth lifting.
Renjiro's Sharingan flickered to life again, the three tomoe spinning gently as if memorizing the moment. He leaned forward, wordlessly asking Hana for permission. She gave a tired nod.
Renjiro carefully picked up the newborn, supporting his tiny head with both hands.
He stared at him for a long moment.
"…Yoriichi Uchiha," he said quietly. "That will be your name."
His voice trembled, but it didn't waver.
"It doesn't matter what you were born without. You are my son. And you will grow into a fine man. A great one."
He pressed a gentle kiss onto Yoriichi's forehead, then slowly returned him to Hana's side.
His Sharingan faded, the red bleeding back to black.
A faint breeze drifted in through the small hospital window.
A single pale sakura petal floated down, turning once in the air before landing softly in Yoriichi's tiny hand.
The adults didn't notice it. They were too focused on Hana… on Renjiro… on the newborn boy who had just entered their lives.
But the world noticed.
And no one in that room knew it yet—
—but the boy named Yoriichi Uchiha, destined to be chakraless, would one day reshape the fate of the entire Shinobi world
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hey everyone, it's Horcruz.
So… yeah, this is the start of my new Naruto fanfic. I've actually been planning this one for a long time, but I kept delaying it because of life, work, and everything else getting in the way.
The main idea is pretty simple:
The MC is born completely chakraless. No chakra pathways, no chakra molding, no Sharingan, no jutsu — nothing. He's basically a normal human dropped into a world where being "normal" is a disadvantage.
So don't hope Mc to awaken Sharingan, Rinnegan, or any Kekkai genkai later. And don't worry, he will become a badass ninja...but in a completely new way. Also, I gave MC the name Yoriichi, which doesn't mean he is the same one in Demonslayer. This fanfiction doesn't have any relation to the Demonslayer. I just like the name, that's it.
I'm not sure how often I can update, but I'll try to drop chapters as regularly as I can.
And yeah… for everyone waiting on my Game of Thrones fanfic, I'm really sorry for the long break. I got busy and honestly didn't have the time or the right headspace to write properly. But I'm getting back into it, and I'll try to update more in the coming weeks.
Thanks for reading, thanks for sticking with me, and I hope you enjoy this new series too.
Sayonara — let's keep going.