Naruto: Azure Awakening

'What’s this feeling? Why does it hurt so much?' No matter how many times he tried to open his eyes, his body refused to cooperate. Every nerve felt like it was on fire, his head pounded with a searing pain and an unrelenting, high-pitched and unnatural sound scratched at his ears.

'What is that sound?' It was like thousands of mosquitoes buzzing right next to his brain. It was too loud to ignore, too alien to comprehend.

Time blurred. He had no idea how long he’d been stuck in this torment. He wasn’t even sure if he was lying down. There was only the pain, and that awful noise.

Finally, like a dam breaking, the agony began to go away. His thoughts, clouded and scattered, started to pull themselves together. But clarity didn’t bring relief. It brought something much worse: confusion. An empty void where his identity should have been.

'Wait… what’s my name? Who am I?'

Panic settled in his chest. Before he could even try to analyze his sutuation, another wave of pain slammed into him, fiercer than before. This time, though, it carried something - a flood of memories.

Kaoru. His name was Kaoru Takime. He was seven years old. And somehow, inexplicably, he was in the world of Naruto.

'What the actual...?! I remember watching Naruto series. I remember Sasuke and Naruto’s fight, the Hokage stuff, all of it. But this… this can’t be my life. So why can’t I remember anything else?'

As the pain subsided, his body finally obeyed him. His eyes opened, blinking against the faint light. He was in a small, tidy room. It was simple, but comfortably furnished. Everything looked familiar. Too familiar.

He checked his memories. The scenes and feelings pouring in with a force that left him breathless. But they weren’t his… They felt alien... They belonged to Kaoru, the real Kaoru. The boy whose body he now occupied.

A chill ran down his spine as guilt and fear coiled in his gut. 'Did I… steal his life? Did I kill him?' The thought twisted his stomach, but he shoved it aside. Now wasn’t the time to think about that. He needed to figure out what was happening.

He tried scanning his memories once again. But while Kaoru’s memories were vivid, his own past remained a blank slate, with watching the Naruto series being the only memento. Nothing came back. No name, no identity, just a vague, formless sense of… being.

'Great. So I’m basically a nobody pretending to be a seven-year-old in a world that I’ve seen as a viewer.'

But he couldn’t afford to dwell on that. Right now, his only option was to play along, to act natural. If he slipped up, people would notice. His family might get suspicious. And if that happened… well, his gut told him it wouldn’t end well.

Especially not with her. Kaoru’s sister. If she caught even a hint of something being off, she’d absolutely lose it.

** From this point onward, I'll refer to the main character as Kaoru. **

Kaoru glanced out the window, catching the soft glow of the rising sun. The peacefulness felt almost absurd after the chaos he’d just endured. He exhaled sharply, his focus sharpening to a single thought: finding a mirror. He had to see his reflection. If the memories crowding his mind were accurate, a huge surprise awaited him.

As he climbed down the bed and his feet touched the cool floor, he took a moment to glance around. The room’s furniture was well-made, polished, and sturdy. It felt like a small but significant clue to the kind of family Kaoru had been born into. Or rather, inherited.

His steps were clumsy at first, his body sluggish and uncooperative, still suffering from the pain he’d experienced earlier. Every movement felt slightly alien, as though he hadn’t quite settled into his new skin. But he pushed forward, his determination outweighing his discomfort.

After fumbling around the room, he finally found the mirror. It was mounted on a tall dresser, its surface gleaming. Taking a steadying breath, Kaoru leaned in and froze as his reflection came into view.

Staring back at him was a boy with dark blue hair, slicked back in a neat style. His face was youthful, round with baby fat, yet undeniably handsome. Even at seven years old, there was an air of charisma in his features. But it wasn’t the hair or the face that captivated him - it was the eyes.

Kaoru’s gaze locked onto the striking cyan irises, vibrant and unnaturally vivid. Inherited from the memories of his new life, he knew they were tied to his clan’s Kekkei Genkai. A rare bloodline ability that supposedly granted unparalleled mastery over water. The thought alone was exhilarating. But what made his heart race was the glow. When activated, the Kekkei Genkai caused his eyes to shine like radiant gemstones.

Curiosity burned inside him. He had to test it.

Closing his eyes, Kaoru focused on the memories, searching for the sensation that would trigger the ability. It took a moment, his mind still felt sluggish, but eventually, he found it. A subtle pull, like water rushing through unseen channels. His eyes opened, and the mirror revealed the transformation.

The cyan glow pulsed softly, and Kaoru’s breath hitched. He could see it now, the flow of water in the room around him. It was as though a hidden layer of reality had been peeled back. He marveled at the delicate streams coursing through the plant by the window and even the water particles in the air. He was like a child who just got his new toy, but then he noticed something strange.

'Wait… why can’t I see the water in me?'

He stared at his hand, puzzled, but the answer didn’t come. Instead, a more pressing problem reared its head: his chakra. Kaoru could feel it draining rapidly, like a leaky bucket spilling its contents. The strain became unbearable after only a few minutes. Gritting his teeth, he deactivated the Kekkei Genkai, and the glow in his eyes flickered out.

The headache hit immediately, sharp and punishing. Kaoru stumbled back, clutching his temples.

'Shit, I got too excited. I need to pace myself.'

As the pain subsided, he leaned against the dresser, taking slow, measured breaths. This power was incredible, but it was also dangerous. His chakra reserves were laughably small, and overusing the Kekkei Genkai could leave him vulnerable, or worse.

For now, Kaoru knew he had to prioritize two things: survival and strength. If he was stuck in this world, in this body, there was no room for weakness. The Naruto universe wasn’t forgiving to those who couldn’t defend themselves.

'Alright, first things first. Plan. Train. Survive.'

His reflection stared back at him, cyan eyes now dim but determined.

This was a world where might made right, and unless he wanted to live in constant fear, he needed to build enough strength to ensure that picking a fight with him would be more trouble than it was worth.

He returned to the bed and sat down, letting out a small sigh as he began analyzing his situation.

'Not only do I have no idea how to return to my original body, but I don’t even know if I can. Did I die? Who was I before this? Nothing makes sense. For now, I have to assume I’m stuck here. There’s no point in obsessing over what I can’t control. I need to focus on what I can do.'

Kaoru tightened his small fists, testing the grip. It was weak, unsteady.

'This body feels so fragile. Maybe it’s just the aftereffects of all that pain, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m one wrong move away from breaking something. I need to start taking care of it, building it up. And then there’s my chakra reserves, they’re pitiful. If I don’t work on those, my Kekkei Genkai might as well be useless. But I can’t just go all out. If I suddenly start training like some ninja prodigy, my sister and grandma are going to notice. They’d probably think I’ve lost my mind. Well, more than I already have.'

He leaned back, letting his head rest against the headboard as he thought it through.

'So, first things first, I need a cover story. Something to explain why I’d suddenly start taking an interest in ninja training. It has to look natural, like a slow progression. Maybe I can pretend I got inspired by hearing stories or watching someone train, yeah this could work. And I’ll need to distance myself from the other kids gradually, I will be like a black sheep compared to other kids.'

He chuckled, dragging a hand through his hair.

'And I need to figure out where in the timeline I am. If it’s close to the Fourth Great Ninja War, I’m screwed. I don’t know all the details, but from what I remember, that war was absolute chaos. Still, no use panicking about things I can’t control. Let’s focus on what I can solve.'

A faint smile tugged at his lips. 'One step at a time.'

Kaoru started combing through his memories, organizing everything he knew about the Naruto world that might be useful at his current level. He quickly identified two chakra exercises that wouldn’t draw too much attention but could make a huge difference in his development.

'First is the Leaf Concentration Exercise. It’s basic, just stick a leaf to your forehead using chakra and keep it there for as long as possible. Every village teaches it to academy students.

The second exercise, though, is the real game-changer: the water droplet control exercise. It’s perfect for me. It’ll not only improve my chakra control but also boost my reserves, enhance my water affinity, and strengthen my mastery of the Kekkei Genkai. The best part is that I can practice it at home without anyone noticing. My chakra reserves are so low right now I won’t even be able to train for long.'

The thought of putting his plan into action sparked a flicker of excitement in Kaoru’s chest.

'This is it. My first step toward getting stronger.'

But the excitement was short-lived. He frowned, glancing at his hands again.

'Chakra training is one thing, but this body… it’s weak. That’s going to be the real challenge. From what I can tell, this kid’s idea of “exercise” was running around with his friends. Like what kind of clan does not train the kids in this world… If I suddenly start doing push-ups and running laps like a maniac, people are going to notice. I need to ease into it, keep it gradual, or find an excuse. And I’ll need help figuring out a proper routine. Apart from basic stuff like running and squats, I’ve got no clue how to train effectively.'

He smirked as a plan was already forming in his mind. 'Maybe I can trick my sister into training me. She seems like the type who’d want her little brother to be capable. If I play my cards right, I might even get her to teach me some actual ninja techniques down the line.'

The thought of his sister brought a strange warmth to his chest. He hadn’t even realized when he’d stopped thinking about Kaoru’s family as HIS family and started claiming them as his own.

'My sister, huh?'

The words felt oddly natural, even though the speed of his acceptance was unsettling.

Kaoru shook off the thought as the sunlight streaming through the window grew brighter. The day had officially begun, and it was time to meet the people who were now part of his life.

' Alright, Kaoru or whoever you were. No time to waste. First impressions matter. Time to meet the family and figure out where you stand in this crazy new world.'

Despite the uncertainty ahead, he felt a spark of anticipation. The thought of starting fresh, of carving out a new path in this strange, dangerous world, filled him with an unexpected sense of purpose.

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A/N -

The start might feel a bit slow, but I promise the pace will pick up. Anything that seems confusing now will be explored and explained in later chapters, including MC's personality, his chakra reserves and his clan's situation... So, brace yourself for a thrilling journey through Naruto’s vast universe! ^_^

P.S. I’m a newbie author, so the quality of the chapters and the story will gradually improve as I learn to write better and refine the plot, characters, and world-building. All thanks to you and your support!

Character notes:

Kaoru Takime - 7 y.o. - hopes to become stronger than Uchiha Madara!

**

Kaoru scanned his room, looking for something to wear. The Takime Clan wasn’t wealthy, but they took pride in their identity. His outfit was straightforward: a dark blue top and black pants, designed for both comfort and movement.

As he pulled on the top, Kaoru’s eyes caught the emblem stitched on the back - a wave forming a cyan eye, with the kanji "滝目" (Takime) at its center. He ran a finger over the stitching and a faint smile formed on his lips.

'Guess they really want everyone to know who we are, huh?'

With a final glance around the room, Kaoru adjusted the collar.

'Alright, let’s see what’s outside.'

The moment he stepped out, Kaoru was hit by the sight of the outpost around him. The Takime clan was located in the misty valley between huge, forested mountains. A rich river cut through the land, drawing its power from a tall waterfall roaring from the distance. The constant sound of rushing water filled the air, creating a soothing atmosphere.

'No wonder they love the mist and water around here. Feels like it's part of the clan itself.'

The settlement was compact but well-organized. At its heart stood the clan head’s building, a sturdy two-story wooden structure. Four paths branched out from there, neatly dividing the outpost into sections.

Three of the sections were residential areas, full of simple homes built on wooden stilts to guard against moist ground. Sloped roofs let the rain slide off easily and small vegetable gardens lined the paths.

Kaoru paused and took a glance at the houses. 'Not fancy, but... it’s got a kind of charm, I guess.'

The fourth section was all about the clan’s daily life. The training ground, a modest dojo, stood at the center. There was a storage building packed with tools and crops, a small school for the clan’s children, and a communal area for gatherings.

He took a slow, deep breath, the cool misty air filling his lungs.

'Can’t believe they built all this from scratch, in such a short time... They really didn’t need Kirigakure, did they?'

Kaoru couldn’t help but feel a flicker of admiration. Even after being forced out of Kirigakure, the Takime Clan had created something sturdy and alive here. It wasn’t grand or imposing, but it felt like a sanctuary. An unspoken defiance against everything they had endured.

As he wandered the settlement, Kaoru smiled.

'Alright, maybe this place isn’t so bad after all.'

For the first time, he felt a small but genuine connection to the clan he was now a part of.

Kaoru turned and headed toward the nearby building. His house was right next to the clan head’s, thanks to their close familial ties. He pushed the door open and put on the brightest, most innocent smile he could muster and called out in a cheerful voice:

“Grannyyy! Where’s Maki? I want to play with her!”

Suiren Takime, the clan head and Kaoru’s grandmother, looked up from her seat. Her eyes were the same cyan as Kaoru, except they looked more deep and tired. Suiren had been the first Takime in generations to awaken their clan’s Kekkei Genkai, but her limited chakra reserves meant she could never fully utilize it. That failure weighed heavily on her, especially after the loss of her son and daughter-in-law - Kaoru’s parents. It left her with a fierce overprotectiveness over her grandchildren, especially the youngest, Kaoru.

“Come here, you little rascal,” Suiren chuckled, her voice was as warm and gentle as mother’s hug. She scooped Kaoru up effortlessly, pulling him into a tight hug. For a fleeting moment, the weight of leadership and the clan’s struggles melted away. Kaoru’s bright, innocent smile was like an antidepressant.

Unlike Maki, who carried the burden of their clan’s future on her shoulders, Kaoru still radiated a carefree, childlike joy. For Suiren, that innocence was a gift. something to shield from the harsh realities of the world.

She began pinching his cheeks and planting kisses all over his face, laughing at his dramatic protests. “You’re getting too big for this, but I don’t care!” she teased. After thoroughly embarrassing him, she finally set him down.

“Maki should be at the training grounds,” Suiren said, still teasing. “You know how she is, always punching and kicking those poor wooden dummies. Go on, fetch her for breakfast before she starts breaking them in half.”

Kaoru pretended to pout, rubbing his reddened cheeks as though she’d pinched them a hundred times harder than she actually had. “You’re lucky I love you, Granny,” he said with exaggerated exasperation, though the grin threatening to break through his act gave him away. As soon as Suiren mentioned Maki, though, Kaoru's eyes lit up. He darted out the door without hesitation, he was genuinely excited.

As Kaoru sprinted toward the training grounds, he found himself reflecting on the exchange. Suiren hadn’t noticed anything odd about his behavior, which gave him a small sense of relief. But what really stuck with him was how unexpectedly warm her embrace had felt. Her laugh, her touch, the way she teased him... it was all so… familiar.

'Man, this is so weird,' Kaoru thought, slowing his pace for a moment. 'Being around her feels so… natural.'

The original Kaoru’s memories were definitely influencing him more than he had anticipated. He could feel the remnants of the bond between Suiren and the original Kaoru filling the gaps in his own emotions. However, he didn’t mind. In this fleeting moment, he felt safe and loved. It was strange, but not unwelcome.

The settlement was small, so Kaoru quickly made his way to the dojo. The building was modest with a simple, sturdy design that reflected the practicality of the Takime Clan. Its two large wooden doors opened horizontally, giving it an almost shrine-like feel. Inside, the dojo had an open yard where a row of wooden training dummies stood like silent sentinels, waiting for their next beating.

Before even stepping inside, Kaoru could hear the sharp, rhythmic thud-thud-thud of fists and feet pounding against the dummies. A smile tugged at his lips. 'That has to be Maki. She probably started as soon as the sun came up.'

He hesitated for a moment, memories of his sister flashing through his mind. Maki wasn’t just his sibling; she was his fiercest protector. After their parents' death, Maki had poured all her love, energy, and grief into one thing - him. She was utterly obsessed with keeping him safe, sometimes to a suffocating degree.

Maki’s personality was as fiery as it was protective. She was impulsive and quick-tempered, but her loyalty to their clan and her kindness toward its members were unmatched. She treated every single person in the Takime Clan like family, carrying their collective hopes and burdens on her shoulders. And when it came to combat, she was a force to be reckoned with.

Unlike most Takime Clan members, Maki’s water affinity was painfully average. Despite awakening Suijingan, the water element simply refused to bond with Maki. But what she lacked in raw water manipulation, she more than made up for with her physical prowess. Her Taijutsu skills were extraordinary, putting even seasoned shinobi to shame. She wasn’t just strong, she was terrifyingly strong.

'If anyone can whip me into shape, it’s her,' Kaoru thought with a mischievous glint in his eye. He had a plan brewing, he’d convince Maki to help him train. Of course, he’d have to play his cards right. Maki might be protective, but she wasn’t the type to go easy on anyone, not even her precious baby brother.

Stepping into the dojo, Kaoru immediately spotted her. Maki was locked in a furious sparring session with one of the wooden dummies. Her fists and feet moved in a blur, striking with enough force to make the dummy creak and groan.

Kaoru smiled and ran towards his sister. He was imagining how he’d convince her to train him. But before he could get close Maki disappeared.

'What the...?!' Before Kaoru could even react, strong arms scooped him up off the ground.

“Gotcha!” Maki declared, lifting him like a prized treasure. She grinned, holding him so tightly he thought his ribs might crack. “Ru, you’re up early today!” Said Maki using the nickname only she called him. Years ago, when Kaoru was too young to pronounce his full name, he’d introduce himself to everyone as "Ru." The name had stuck with Maki ever since. “What’s the special occasion?”

Kaoru groaned dramatically, though a grin tugged at his lips. “Maki, I’m not a baby! Put me down!”

“Nope!” Maki chirped, holding him even closer. “You’re my baby brother, and it’s my job to remind you of that.”

Kaoru sighed in mock defeat but couldn’t help feeling warm at her affection. Maki then asked, “I thought you’d be off playing with your friends by now. What brings you to the dojo so early?”

Kaoru tilted his head, carefully crafting his response. “Their parents didn’t let them out,” he said with a pout. “They said it was too cold. Do you think Mom would’ve been that strict if she were here?”

The moment the words left his mouth, Kaoru felt a pang of guilt. But he knew Maki would take the bait, and he needed this to work.

Maki’s smile faltered briefly, and Kaoru saw a flicker of pain in her eyes before she quickly masked it. “Mom would’ve let you play,” she said gently. “She’d know you’re strong and healthy, Ru. Nothing could keep you down.”

Kaoru forced himself to press further, adding just the right amount of childlike frustration to his tone. “But if I’m so strong, how come every other kid beats me in every game and exercise?”

That question caught Maki completely off guard. She blinked, momentarily at a loss for words. Kaoru had never cared about such things before, or at least, he’d never voiced it.

“Well…” Maki hesitated, clearly scrambling for an answer. “If you really want to be stronger, I can train you.”

“Yes!” Kaoru blurted, cutting her off before she could finish. “Please, Maki! Let’s start training right now!”

Maki blinked at his sudden enthusiasm, then laughed. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” She studied him for a moment, searching for any sign of hesitation. But all she saw was unwavering resolve and excitement. Her expression softened and she hugged him even tighter.

“Alright, Ru,” she said with a warm smile. “But we’ll start tomorrow. Let’s have breakfast first, and then we’ll talk about your training plan.”

Kaoru nodded eagerly, wrapping his arms around her in return. He felt a surge of relief and satisfaction at having convinced her, but it was more than that. For the first time, he realized just how much he truly cared for this new family of his.

Kaoru didn’t yet understand everything that was happening or why these emotions felt so strong, but one thing was clear: he genuinely loved his sister and grandmother. This wasn’t just a part of the original Kaoru’s memories, it was his own truth.

Maki and Kaoru left the dojo together, walking at a relaxed pace toward the clan head’s house. Although they didn’t live there, having breakfast with their grandmother was a cherished routine that brought a sense of normalcy and warmth to their lives.

“Granny, I brought Maki just like I promised!” Kaoru declared as they stepped inside, his voice carrying the kind of cheerful energy that filled any room he entered. He bolted toward Suiren, his footsteps echoing against the wooden floor. “And guess what? Maki promised to train me every day! Soon, I’ll be the strongest in the clan!” he added with a grin, exaggerating on purpose to see his grandmother’s reaction.

Suiren chuckled softly, as she set down a tray of freshly brewed tea. “Oh, did she now?” she replied with playful intrigue, giving Maki a sidelong glance. “Well, if Maki’s the one training you, I have no doubt you’ll surpass all of us before long.”

Kaoru puffed up his chest in mock pride, while Maki ruffled his hair with a smirk. “Don’t get too full of yourself, Ru,” she teased. “You’re my baby brother. That means I’ll be stronger than you no matter how much I train you.”

The breakfast was simple but comforting. As always, Suiren and Maki avoided discussing any serious matters in front of Kaoru, trying to preserve his innocence. Kaoru, of course, noticed. He decided to let it slide for now. There would be plenty of time to learn what they weren’t telling him.

The morning passed quickly. Kaoru played with the other children in the settlement, indulging in simple games and laughter. But his real focus came in the afternoon, as he wandered through the settlement, mentally mapping every detail. The small valley, surrounded by towering mountains and mist, felt both peaceful and confining. He wanted to explore beyond its borders, to see everything that beautiful, but harsh world of Naruto could offer, however that was out of the question for now.

By late afternoon, Kaoru slipped into Suiren’s house, hoping to eavesdrop on any conversation that could give him clues about the larger world. How far into the Naruto timeline was he? What threats were looming? Which hidden villages were nearby? But Suiren and the others were cautious, their voices lowering whenever the conversation turned serious. In the end, Kaoru left empty-handed.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Kaoru retreated to his small room. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, he closed his eyes and began to focus on his chakra.

'Sensing chakra isn’t easy,' he thought, frowning as he concentrated. 'Maybe it’s because my reserves are embarrassingly small. Well, I am only seven, so I guess that’s normal. Not everyone’s born with Senju-level chakra reserves, unfortunately.' He let out a small sigh, his lips curling into a wry smile.

Activating his Kekkei Genkai, his cyan eyes began to glow faintly, and a small droplet of water materialized in front of him. Kaoru concentrated on the droplet, carefully levitating it and holding it steady. His goal was simple: exhaust his chakra reserves completely by practicing water manipulation. That way, he could fall asleep knowing he’d made some progress.

As he worked, Kaoru made an interesting observation. 'It takes less chakra to control water than to use the Suijingan’s visual powers,' he noted. 'Good to know.'

Even so, his reserves were pitifully small, and within five minutes of continuous effort, he was completely drained. The droplet splashed onto the floor, and Kaoru slumped back with a satisfied grin and headache.

'For my first day in this world, I’d say it went pretty well,' he thought, staring up at the ceiling. 'It’s still too early to feel hopeful, but I think I can become strong. At least Kakashi-level strong… without the Sharingan, of course.' The idea made him chuckle softly as his eyelids grew heavy and he finally fell asleep.