Chapter 3: First year
One year. Is it a lot or a little?
It all depends on perspective. As old age approaches and you live out the rest of your days, the years seem to fly by like the wind.
But if you're a newly born child, then a whole year feels like an eternity! You can't talk, you can't walk, you can't even feed yourself!
You're completely dependent on others!!!
What a blessing it is that people don't remember their lives from birth. All those diapers, onesies, and other necessities that come with newborns.
The only positive thing was breastfeeding.
My diet wasn't just limited to that though; A variety of cereals also supplemented my menu, helping me grow quickly. By the end of the year, I was already confidently crawling and walking, holding on to things with both hands.
As a child, I found my parents' constant supervision humiliating. I kept wanting to prove that I could do everything, that "I can do it myself."
Later, in my youth, I, like many others, did everything possible to prove my intelligence, competence, and all-knowingness. Humiliation can take various forms; you might be labeled as inadequate in everything—work, studies, personal life.
What became humiliating for me, a twenty-year-old trapped in the body of a one-month-old baby? The answer is simple - the toilet.
I understood, I knew that all children go through this phase without exception. But that knowledge didn't help me. I was born into the shinobi world, a world where teenage children walk hand in hand with death, yet these memories will remain the most humiliating.
So far, I haven't figured out the exact timing of the birth, but one thing is clear - the Uchiha clan is still alive, considering that I am an Uchiha myself. Makoto Uchiha. And then it dawned on me that I had a problem.
The clan massacre organized by Itachi, in which Sasuke was the only survivor.
I haven't gathered any information yet; the problem lies in Japanese. I might have stumbled upon a few crucial documents, but my knowledge of Japanese is limited.
The first point of my plan is to learn the language. The only thing I have understood so far is that I was born in winter. The time period remains a mystery to me, but my sensitive ear still caught some fragments of phrases. "Senso" means war, but what kind?
It could have been I, II, or even III World war of shinobi. But I still haven't received any information about this.
The house in which I lived resembled a rich estate.
Definitely, my parents are not the last in the hierarchy of the Uchiha clan.
My room was a square measuring seven by seven, there was a single bed by the window, in which I would not sleep for now, and next to it there was a cradle.
There was a poster with the clan emblem in the room, it hung right above my bed. The cabinet was not filled with books and scrolls. The linen closet is probably empty, too. From the general atmosphere in the house, I realized that there was something similar to mourning in the house.
Mother and grandfather wear black clothes, both look gloomy, mom still has such an empty look.
We were in the living room, my mother looked at a photograph of a twenty-year-old man and cried, rocking me in her arms. Grandfather was not at home.
Children my age instinctively sense their mother's condition and often imitate her. I tried to somehow cheer up my mother, but my attempts were unsuccessful.
In the photograph, a young Uchiha was looking at us, with an aristocratic appearance, a standard, according to Sasuke, T-shirt and shorts, with a sheath with kunai on his right leg.
Apparently this is my father, or brother, or some other relative close to us, who died, apparently, on a mission. An old man entered the living room. Sighing tiredly, he plopped down on the sofa, picked up a book and began to read.
I didn't understand anything, literally!
Japanese language, I will teach you, no matter what it costs me!
In the meantime, we are playing as a child, I pulled my hands towards the old man, he gave me the serious look of a true aristocrat.
He was elderly, looking about fifty years old, maybe more.
His hair was already glistening with grey. The old man looked at me seriously for a couple of seconds.
The woman said something, looking at my attempts to reach the old man.
He snorted and picked me up.
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