Naruto: The Eterikami Clan

When I opened my eyes, the sight above me wasn't what I expected. A white-tiled ceiling stretched out overhead, sterile and uninviting, resembling what you might find in a hospital room. I blinked a few times, my vision adjusting to the stark brightness. Slowly, I pushed myself up, feeling the stiffness in my limbs, and took in my surroundings. The room was simple, clinical, and void of any personality—just a bed, a metal table, and a window with closed blinds.

I muttered under my breath, "Where the hell am I?" My voice sounded rough, like I hadn't spoken in days. Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, I felt the cold tiles beneath my bare feet. Each step felt foreign, like my body wasn't entirely my own, as I made my way to the window. I hesitated for a moment before pulling the blinds open, expecting to see the bustling chaos of New York City below.

Instead, my breath caught in my throat. In the distance, carved into a mountain, were the faces of the Hokage—those iconic stone visages I knew all too well from a world that was supposed to be fictional. My heart pounded in my chest, disbelief washing over me like a tidal wave.

"Hell nah," I said aloud, backing away from the window. "How the hell did I end up in Naruto?"

The absurdity of the situation was almost too much to process. My legs felt weak, and I leaned against the wall for support, my mind racing to find a logical explanation. But before I could dwell on it further, a sharp, searing pain erupted in my head. I clutched my temples, groaning as the world spun around me. It felt like my skull was being split open, and just when I thought the pain couldn't get worse, something within me… changed.

I stumbled toward the mirror on the far wall, the metallic frame cold as I gripped it for balance. What stared back at me wasn't my reflection—or at least, not the one I was used to. My eyes had transformed into something utterly alien and mesmerizing.

The pupils were jet black, shaped like stars with sharp, symmetrical edges radiating outward. Encircling them was a luminous ring that shifted colors—royal purple, radiant gold, and shimmering silver, blending together like the cosmos themselves. Intricate fractal patterns spread from the center, glowing faintly, blending geometric precision with organic beauty. Glyphs, runes, and symbols I couldn't begin to understand were etched into the design, pulsating with a light that seemed alive.

My sclera wasn't white anymore. Instead, it looked like a misty void, scattered with faint, glowing constellations and veins of lightning-like energy that flickered occasionally. As I stared, an ethereal aura of azure and gold radiated from the edges of my eye sockets, spreading outward in vein-like patterns that illuminated my face. The air around me shimmered, distorted by the sheer power emanating from those eyes. It was as if the very fabric of reality bent under their presence.

I staggered back, gasping for breath. My chest rose and fell rapidly as a torrent of information surged into my mind like a floodgate had been opened. It wasn't just memories—it was knowledge, experiences, and a life that wasn't my own.

This body, this boy I now inhabited, was also named Ryujin. He had died at the age of five, his life stolen by an unknown sickness that had wiped out the rest of his clan. His parents had perished during the Kyubi attack, leaving him alone in a world that barely remembered his existence. I had somehow taken his place, breathing life into a body that had already tasted death.

And then there was the power—the Kekkei Genkai that had awakened within me. According to the fragmented memories flooding my mind, it was called Ethereal Genesis. Its existence defied reason, combining elements of the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, Byakugan, Tenseigan, Jougan, and even Karma. It wasn't just a Dojutsu; it was a culmination of bloodlines—Otsutsuki, Uzumaki, Uchiha, Hyuga, and Senju—fused into one ultimate physiology.

I now had access to their unique abilities, mastery over all five elements, and an infinite reserve of chakra. The power was overwhelming, yet strangely natural, like it had always been a part of me.

By the time I left the hospital a week later, my mind still reeled from everything I had learned. The memories of this new life had begun to settle, but the reality of my situation was still difficult to grasp. As I stepped outside, the icy chill of winter bit at my skin. Snow blanketed the ground, and my breath came out in visible puffs of steam.

I wrapped my arms around myself, my gaze lingering on the Hokage Monumen

The chill of the Forest of Death bit into my skin as I settled into the abandoned storage house. The creaking wood and faint rustle of leaves created an eerie silence, but I welcomed it. It was a perfect place to think—and to plan.

I replayed my encounter with Hinata in my mind. That girl was nothing like the shy, timid version from the anime I remembered. This Hinata had arrogance and a sharp tongue, like she believed the world revolved around her. But I couldn't deny her beauty, even at this young age. Her fiery attitude only made me smirk as I thought back to her flustered expression. Still, the encounter had been unexpected. If her personality was already so different, what else had changed in this world?

But I couldn't dwell on that for too long. I had more pressing matters to handle. The eyes—the Ethereal Genesis—burned faintly in my sockets, their power surging with every thought I had about this world and my place in it. These weren't just eyes; they were a gateway to endless possibilities, and I needed to master them if I was going to achieve my goals.

The first priority was obvious: control. Without a full understanding of what these powers could do, I was a walking time bomb. I glanced at my hands, flexing my fingers as I focused on the energy coursing through me. Chakra control was the foundation of everything in this world, and mine felt infinite—unlike anything a normal ninja could ever possess. My reserves felt like an ocean, vast and endless, but even oceans could drown a man.

I sat cross-legged on the cold wooden floor, closing my eyes as I focused inward. The power was there, surging and shifting like a living entity. I tried to mold it, to channel it through my pathways, but the sheer volume made it like trying to tame a storm. My breathing grew heavy as beads of sweat formed on my brow. It wasn't going to be easy.

Hours passed, though it felt like days. I practiced shaping chakra into basic forms—simple exercises like forming a ball of energy between my palms. My first attempt nearly blew a hole through the wall. On the second attempt, I managed to stabilize it, the glowing orb humming softly in my hands. A grin spread across my face.

"Not bad," I muttered to myself.

But basic chakra control wasn't enough. I needed to test the limits of my abilities—the elements, the bloodline powers, and those cosmic eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe. I stood, my gaze locking onto a pile of discarded crates in the corner.

"Let's see what I can do."

I raised my hand, focusing on the sensation of heat building in my chest. Fire. It was one of the most basic elements, but in this world, it could be devastating. A flicker of flame ignited in my palm, growing brighter and hotter with each passing second. With a swift motion, I hurled it at the crates. The explosion was immediate, engulfing the corner in a fiery blaze that lit up the entire room.

"Okay… maybe tone it down a bit," I muttered, shielding my face from the heat.

Next, I tried water, pulling moisture from the air to form a swirling vortex that extinguished the flames. The transition between elements was seamless, almost instinctual, as if the knowledge of how to wield them was ingrained in my very being. Earth, wind, lightning—I tested them all, each one responding to my will with ease.

But the real test was the eyes.

I stepped outside, the snow crunching beneath my feet. The Hokage Monument loomed in the distance, a constant reminder of where I was and the stakes involved. Closing my eyes, I focused on the strange, cosmic energy within me. When I opened them, the world around me shifted.

Colors became more vibrant, details sharper. I could see the individual snowflakes as they fell, their intricate patterns crystal clear. The flow of chakra in the world around me was visible, like rivers of light weaving through the earth, trees, and even the distant villagers. My breath hitched as I realized the extent of my vision.

It wasn't just sight—I could feel everything. The pulse of life in the forest, the faint hum of energy in the ground, and even the emotions of those nearby. It was overwhelming, but at the same time, exhilarating.

"This is insane," I whispered, a grin tugging at my lips.

But I couldn't let the power go to my head. There was too much at stake. If I wanted to reshape this world, to truly become its strongest, I needed discipline and patience. With the knowledge from the anime and manga, I had an edge, but I also understood the risks. One wrong move could set off a chain of events I couldn't control.

For now, I had a plan: master my powers, build alliances, and carve my place in this world. And if I was going to do that, I needed to start making moves. My interaction with Hinata was just the beginning. There were so many others I could influence, and if I played my cards right, this world would be mine to command.

The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear—I wasn't just a bystander in this world. I was the main character now, and nothing was going to stop me.

The encounter with Hinata left me both amused and mildly irritated. This version of her was nothing like the shy, reserved girl from the original timeline. Instead, she was feisty, prideful, and quick to assert her status as the Hyuga heir. It was unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome.

The way she had blushed at my parting remark made me smirk even now. "Elegant princess, huh? She'll be fun to mess with." I thought, leaning against one of the old wooden beams of the abandoned storage house I had claimed as my base.

The Forest of Death was eerily quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves in the cold breeze. It was the perfect place to train, plan, and stay out of sight. My new body still felt foreign, but the power coursing through it was undeniable. The Ethereal Genesis Dojutsu alone set me leagues apart from anyone else in this world, even at just four years old. But raw power wasn't enough—I needed control, precision, and an ironclad plan.

I sat cross-legged on the dusty floor, focusing on my breathing. "First things first," I muttered to myself. "Master the basics. There's no point in having all this power if I can't use it properly."

Closing my eyes, I reached inward, connecting with the vast reserves of chakra now at my disposal. It was overwhelming at first, like trying to contain a raging storm within a teacup. Slowly, I began to channel it, guiding the energy through my body in controlled streams. The process was exhausting, but each successful circuit of chakra brought me closer to understanding my new abilities.

As I meditated, flashes of information from Ryujin's memories resurfaced. His clan had been wiped out, leaving him as the sole survivor of their unique Kekkei Genkai. Their techniques were scattered fragments in his mind—glimpses of powerful jutsu that I would need to reconstruct from scratch. It was both a daunting and exhilarating challenge.

A sudden rustling outside snapped me out of my trance. My enhanced senses kicked in immediately, picking up the faint sound of footsteps approaching the storage house. I stood, my muscles tense, ready for a fight. "Who would be stupid enough to wander into the Forest of Death unprepared?"

The door creaked open slightly, and a small figure stepped inside. To my surprise, it was Hinata. Her face was a mixture of determination and uncertainty, her pale lavender eyes scanning the dimly lit room until they landed on me.

"You!" she said, pointing an accusing finger at me. "How dare you run off after what you did!"

I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms. "What I did? You mean saving you from getting stabbed? You're welcome, by the way."

Hinata huffed, stepping closer. "I didn't ask for your help, commoner. And you dared to strike me! Do you have any idea who I am?"

I rolled my eyes, suppressing a laugh. "Yeah, yeah, the Hyuga heiress with a stick up her—" I stopped myself, smirking at her growing irritation. "Let me guess. You came all the way here to lecture me?"

Her cheeks flushed again, but she quickly masked it with a glare. "No! I came to... to..." She trailed off, glancing around awkwardly.

I sighed, walking past her toward the door. "If you're done, you should leave. The Forest of Death isn't a playground, princess."

Before I could step outside, her voice stopped me. "Wait!" she called, her tone softer now. "Why did you save me? You don't even know me."

I glanced back at her, my expression unreadable. "I don't need a reason to do the right thing. Besides," I added with a smirk, "you looked like you could use the help, even if you're too proud to admit it."

Hinata's eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, her confident facade cracked. She opened her mouth to say something, but I didn't stick around to hear it. With a burst of speed, I disappeared into the forest, leaving her standing alone in the abandoned storage house.