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Ayanokoji As Sasuke.

Ayanokoji As Sasuke.

Gokage Sensumo

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Note this is a fanfic. In a parallel world, Ayanokouji finds himself influenced by a character named Odasaku from the BSD universe, who encourages him to embrace goodness. This bewilders Kiyo, who struggles to comprehend Odasaku's words. Gradually, Kiyo begins to realize that he doesn't deserve the company of such a noble man. Despite retaining his manipulative tendencies, Kiyo surprisingly starts caring for his loved ones in this alternate reality. Initially unaware of his past life, he regains his memories during a tragic event involving the Uchiha clan. As Kiyo begins to build a peaceful life and attain power and achieving something, he discovers that this world is not without its own lurking dangers. Now he must confront these perils while striving to live the ideal life he could never achieve in his previous existence.

Chapter 1 Prologue

I don't own Cote, Naruto or Bsd. All right belongs to respectful owner. Also Bsd won't have much influence except for influencing Kiyo into becoming good.

As I traveled towards my destination, which happened to be my school, a multitude of thoughts occupied my mind. I pondered over how I should conduct myself once I arrived, ultimately deciding to blend in as an average student. Despite my exceptional capabilities, I had previously chosen to conform during entrance exams.

To summarize, my goal was to lead a peaceful three years of life there, as normal social conventions felt alien to me. My past experiences were far from ordinary, but I never imagined that a peculiar incident would occur on this day.

As I boarded the bus, a group of unsavory characters caught sight of me and promptly sprang into action. I wasn't entirely oblivious to the situation; it must have been related to that man. Nevertheless, they attempted to abduct me. "Hey, you. Come with us," one of them demanded. I wasn't pleased, and my next words would surely disappoint them.

"No. I can't. I have to attend the entrance ceremony at school," I replied with determination. I noticed a flicker of amusement or perhaps hilarity in their eyes as they processed my refusal. "Listen here, kid. If you want to remain in one piece, I suggest you come with us until our business is concluded," one of the goons growled in an aggressive tone. The entire bus fell into a hushed silence.

Breaking the tension, I coolly responded, "I don't recall having any business with you. So kindly go away before you meet your demise." My words were laced with an icy coldness, but it appeared that he failed to comprehend the gravity of the situation. Well, I couldn't entirely blame him; after all, he might have read files about me, but comprehending my monstrous abilities was beyond his grasp.

"I see. Listen here, kid. We are just tryi–" The goon attempted to distract me, while his companion, who had stealthily boarded the bus, poised himself to strike me from behind. However, in a surprising turn of events, I swiftly delivered a punch to the unsuspecting assailant.

"Ho!" exclaimed a boy with blond hair and crimson red eyes, astounded by my flawless execution. I shifted my focus to the goon who screamed to attack. He made an ill-fated attempt to stab me in a non-lethal area of my upper body using his right hand. To his astonishment, I intercepted the attack with the upper-middle part of my hand, causing the knife to slip from his grasp. Unperturbed, when the knife fell into his left hand, he tried to strike once more with the same method, but I preempted the tragedy by delivering a powerful blow to his solar plexus, followed by a simple yet effective front kick that sent him sprawling away.

Within fractions of seconds, another goon seized me from behind. "Do it swiftly. You should have believed the files from the beginning. Oh, and is everything under control there?" one goon asked, inquiring about their companion's progress in apprehending the panic-stricken bus driver.

"Yup. No issues with this four eyes," his mocking reply indicated their familiarity with me. They didn't even bother strategizing to take anyone hostage. After all, I had multiple alibis in case something went awry. With a heavy sigh, I contemplated my own wretched existence. 'I truly am a horrendous being. I never deserved it, Odasaku,' I lamented inwardly, my thoughts turning grave. With a deep breath, I resolved that the moment had arrived for me to adopt a more serious demeanor.

With a fluid succession of punches and kicks, Kiyotaka effortlessly dispatched five assailants. Despite his extensive training, he remained mortal, vulnerable to the unforeseen. In a fateful turn of events, an unseen adversary fired a fatal shot at his vulnerable spot, near to extinguishing Kiyotaka's life.

As I felt the life force fading from my body, a whirlwind of thoughts flooded my mind. The realization that my time had come brought forth a sense of both resignation and relief. I had always believed that the world was a cruel and unequal place, where one's worth was measured by superficial standards. Odasaku had taught me the value of compassion, the significance of fighting for a just society, even in the face of overwhelming odds.

As I drew my last breath, I couldn't help but wonder if my efforts had made a difference. Had I managed to create a ripple in the stagnant waters of this flawed society? The memories of my encounters with those who underestimated me played like a reel in my mind, a testament to my indomitable spirit.

In my final moments, I realized that perhaps my existence had served a purpose greater than I had anticipated. The notion of equality, the notion of dismantling the oppressive systems that governed our lives, became a legacy that I hoped would inspire others to continue the fight. The darkness that had consumed me in the past was now being replaced by a flickering flame of hope, a beacon for those who dared to challenge the status quo.

As the void enveloped me, I whispered my gratitude to Odasaku, for it was he who had shown me a path that transcended my own innate abilities. In death, I found solace knowing that my actions, however small they may have seemed, had left an indelible mark on the world. And with that thought, I embraced the eternal slumber, hoping that my legacy would ignite a spark of change that would endure long after I was gone.

As I gradually regained consciousness, I found myself in an unfamiliar place, shrouded in darkness. Though I could perceive a faint glimmer of light, it was insufficient to illuminate my surroundings. Tentatively, I attempted to move my limbs, and to my astonishment, they responded obediently. However, a perplexing sensation accompanied these movements-they felt unusually diminutive and delicate. It dawned upon me that I may have undergone a reincarnation, retaining my memories. Overwhelmed with a single desire, I fervently hoped that fate would not bestow upon me a parent akin to the man I encountered in my previous existence.

And it turned out that fate had planned me both cases. As I would be free, yet had to maintain a certain criteria of power level as the second child of the Uchiha Head. How I knew their identity? That's because I had few knowledge about the world I was born. Although there are chances of me being born at my original world and he having the same faces. But with my parent's next words it was confirmed.

Mikoto gently announced, "It's a boy, our precious addition to the family." Turning to her husband and eldest son, she inquired, "Have you settled on a name?" The father's voice resonated with certainty as he responded, "Yes, I've chosen Uchiha Sasuke." While I strained to catch their conversation, exhaustion enveloped me, gradually blurring my recollections. As I drifted off to sleep, the memories of my previous existence faded away like a distant reverie, ushering me into this unfamiliar yet familiar world. Despite my current lack of memories, I still possessed the intellectual capacity of a teenager whose knowledge surpassed that of an average human's entire lifetime.

Third person pov :-

Itachi, the astute prodigy that he was, couldn't help but sense an inexplicable peculiarity in his young brother's gaze as he pondered the miracle of new life. Though Sasuke's eyes lacked the innocence befitting an infant, Itachi chose to dismiss the disconcerting notion, allowing it to fade into the recesses of his mind.

After a considerable period, Mikoto was released from the medical facility in Konoha. However, a perplexing matter troubled her greatly. For some inexplicable reason, Sasuke consistently declined to nourish himself with the milk from her breast, even on this specific morning.

Mikoto called out to Itachi, her voice tinged with a gentle request, "Itachi, could you kindly bring Sasuke here? It's time for his feeding." Itachi, ever obliging, responded with a nod and carefully carried Sasuke towards his mother from his baby couch. Yet, as expected, Sasuke swiftly wriggled his tiny hands and legs away from Itachi's grasp, mirroring the same motion he had once made with Izumi in the anime, almost as if he were clearly indicating his reluctance.

Observing her son's repeated resistance, Mikoto let out a faint sigh, remarking, "I understand. He seems to have developed a fondness for his bottle. Well then, let's proceed to nourish him in that manner." With a touch of concern lingering in her thoughts, Mikoto proceeded to feed Sasuke with his cherished bottle, pondering the root of his aversion, particularly when Itachi posed no such difficulties.

Kiyo's Pov :-

As I, Uchiha Sasuke, find myself in a state of fragmented memories, a sense of familiarity lingers in my mind. Japan emerges as my homeland, and basic everyday knowledge remains intact. Yet, the origin of my knowledge of this name eludes me. Presently, I possess the wisdom to understand that certain actions must be avoided. My calculations indicate that I once existed as a teenager, and the instincts of a typical adolescent prevent me from indulging in infantile behavior. Furthermore, I now experience foreign emotions, as if discovering them for the first time, indicating in my previous life that I was emotionless.

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