Hinata of the Hidden Cloud

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Contents:

[1] Muay Thai
[2] Reborn
[3] Tools collecting dust
[4] Uzumaki Seals
[5] "Wh… what is waar?" - I
[6] "Wh… what is waar?" - II
[7] The Chance
[8] Right in the Middle
[9] Chakra Ore Mine
[10] The Kumo Battalion Arrives
[11] Two fronts
[12] Childish Yet Deadly Insight
[13] 2nd Battle
[14] The Second Day
[15] Konoha's Heavy loss
[16] Kushina: The Last Resort
[17] Kushina's training with minato - I
[18] Kushina's training with minato - II

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Timeline:

Konoha year 43: Itachi is born
Konoha year 44: Our OC (kaien) is born (4 years before Naruto was born)
Konoha year 45: Third raikage died fighting 10000 Iwa shinobi (3 years before Naruto was born)
Konoha year 47: Minato taking charge as hokage/End of 3rd great ninja war
Konoha year 48: Minato' death/Naruto is born/ Our FMC Hinata is born

MC is 4 years older than Hinata. Will not make their relation not too weird.

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The Room Was Silent Except for the Strained Breath of Aya

The air was thick with tension. The sharp scent of sweat and medicinal herbs mingled with the low, rhythmic grunts of effort. Aya Hotstushi's brow was furrowed, beads of sweat tracing paths down her flushed cheeks. The third and future fourth Raikage paced just outside the heavy wooden door, their usually confident faces marked by an unfamiliar worry.

This was no ordinary moment.

Not because of the raging war that swallowed villages and shinobi alike, that was distant thunder in comparison. This was something far more intimate, far more personal.

Aya's breath hitched again. The midwife, a woman with calm eyes and hands steady from years of experience, encouraged her softly. "One more push, Lady Aya. Soon, soon you'll hold your child."

Aya gripped the rough-woven blanket beneath her, summoning every ounce of strength she had left. The room was suffused with a pale, flickering candlelight that danced on the wooden walls, as if the shadows themselves were holding their breath.

And then—

A piercing, fragile cry shattered the silence.

Warmth and Light

Rukon's first sensations were confusion and warmth. He had not yet opened his eyes, but felt the tender grasp of small hands, soft fabric wrapped tightly around him. A rush of sensations heat, muffled voices, the dull ache of confinement.

Have I died? The thought was vague but insistent, swirling through a fog in his mind.

Am I in the afterlife? Surely, he reasoned, if he were dead, he'd see the divine judge, or some ethereal gatekeeper. Or maybe a hospital if anyone had tried to save him. But that was impossible. Nobody would have bothered.

He blinked, reluctantly pulling his eyelids apart.

The first thing he saw was a woman's face, flushed and glistening with sweat, bent low over him. Her hair was tangled, dark and thick, framing eyes filled with fierce, exhausted love.

The midwife's voice cut through his swirling thoughts, calm and clear: "Lady Aya, he is a boy."

The woman holding him, Aya, gazed down at him with a mixture of relief and awe. Rukon could not explain why, but tears welled in his eyes. A strange, deep stirring of belonging tugged at him. The warmth of her arms, the softness of her voice it was like an anchor in this new and confusing existence.

Aya cooed softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his brow.

Outside the Door

The footsteps of two men echoed softly down the corridor. The third Raikage, Ay Hotstushi, walked with measured steps, his expression carved from stone but his eyes betraying the hidden weight he carried. Beside him was his younger son, the future fourth Raikage, a man of raw power and fierce determination both men burdened by the ongoing war but pulled here by a more urgent concern.

They paused at the door, the muffled cries of a newborn cutting through the tension.

Just as the future fourth reached to push open the door, the midwife called out. "Raikage-sama, your daughter has given birth. Come see your grandson."

They entered quietly, the air thick with relief and unspoken emotion.

The future fourth Raikage moved forward instinctively to take the baby from Aya's arms, but she held him back with a look sharp as a lightning strike.

"You may be the elder brother," Aya said, her voice steady but laced with unyielding strength, "but first our father."

The mark on his arm the scar left from their last sparring match was a testament. She had pushed herself close to the limits of her strength, nearly matching the old man himself.

The future fourth's face twisted in a mix of frustration and respect, but he stepped back, allowing their father to approach.

Ay Hotstushi took the child gently, his large hands surprisingly tender. For all the ruthless battles he had led, all the enemies he had crushed, this tiny life softened something within him.

"You have become a grandfather," Aya said softly, eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

The war, the bloodshed, the loss it all seemed to fade for a moment in the presence of new life.

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The third Raikage looked down at the baby swaddled in his daughter's arms. The child's dark eyes stared back, alive and unblinking, already calculating the world around him.

"A name," Ay mused aloud. "Have you thought of one?"

Aya hesitated, swallowing the lump in her throat. Her husband and she had planned to let her father choose, a final honor and blessing.

But that honor had been taken from them months ago cut down by an assassin from Iwagakure.

The silence hung heavy.

With quiet resolve, Ay spoke, "Kaien." he whispered, the name already settling into the room like a prayer.

The name held power, a hope for strength and perseverance.

Inside the Rukon's Mind

Rukon, now Kaien, was trying to piece it together.

He was in the Naruto world, reborn into the Hotstushi clan of Kumogakure. A clan known for two Raikage in recent history the third and the future fourth. Strength and speed were their birthright, their legacy, their burden.

This was no ordinary rebirth.

The Third Great Ninja War raged outside, but here, within these walls, the war felt distant, almost irrelevant.

Here, strength was respect, fear, and survival.

If I had been reborn in Konoha, he thought, I would have always been a threat something to watch, something to fear for being powerful.

But here? Here, power was honored. That meant opportunity.

This battle could be deadly for kumo, if grandfather dies. I, first, have to prevent it. I don't remember the exact timeline. But, I will save him. This will be detrimental for not just kumo but for myself as well.

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Fun Fact: Aya, sister of the future 4th, and daughter of 3rd. Aya is OC, Her is strength is close to 3rd Ay, she has defeated her elder brother in a battle which left scar along his chest.

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Check out other works: Demon Slayer: Iron Requiem | Naruto: The Author and The Jinchūriki | Naruto: Twin's Glory | Naruto: The White-eyed Demon | Hinata of The Hidden Cloud

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The Hotstushi Clan

The Hotstushi were known for straightforwardness: no nonsense, no deception. Their power came from unrelenting discipline and fierce pride. The two Raikage—father and son—carried the weight of the village and clan on their shoulders, renowned for lightning speed and overwhelming force.

Aya, strong-willed and nearly a match for the old man, embodied this spirit. Her pain was fierce, but her love for this child was fiercer.

The room around Rukon, Now Kaien, was simple but sturdy, the warmth of the hearth casting long shadows. Outside, war might consume countless lives, but this child was a new beginning, a chance to carve his own path.

The Burden and the Gift

What this really means is that Rukon's life will be shaped by legacy both a blessing and a curse.

He is born into expectation, into power, but also into a world on the brink of chaos. His father and grandfather are legends. His sister is fierce. And the war looms.

He will be watched, tested, and likely feared.

But here's the thing he also has space to grow in a way he never had before.

Kumo values strength, but strength tempered by honesty. This will push him to master himself and face challenges head-on.

A New Dawn

Outside, the cries of newborn Kaien echoed down the corridors of Kumogakure. The Third Raikage placed his hand on Aya's shoulder and gave a rare, faint smile.

"May he grow to be strong enough to bring peace."

The future fourth Raikage nodded silently, eyes fixed on his nephew. Inside the quiet room, Kaien let out another cry, a signal that his new life was beginning.

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Kaien was only a week old, but his mind was anything but infantile.

He couldn't move much. Could barely lift his head. And yet, his mind raced with clarity that belonged to a man not a newborn swaddled in silk. Though he only focused on Muay Thai in his previous life. He was always a Reformist at heart.

Every day was the same. He was held to his mother's chest, fed, cooed over, kissed. Aya, his mother, loved him fiercely. Her chakra always pulsed with warmth. When she laughed, it echoed like a river in the valley, her joy so vast it almost made Kaien forget the shadows in his thoughts.

But he wasn't like other infants. Not even close.

His body was still forming, weak and helpless, but his thoughts? Sharp. His memory? Intact. Reborn? Maybe. Cursed? Possibly. Gifted? Without a doubt.

Kumo—his village, his home—was broken. Or if not broken, then asleep at the wheel.

And Kaien hated inefficiency.

During one of those long quiet hours where Aya napped with him in her arms, Kaien stared at the ceiling beams and thought of war. He remembered fragmented stories from his past life, or maybe inherited memories through chakra whatever the source, they painted a strange truth.

Kumo had the tools of the Sage of Six Paths. The Treasure Tools. The Kohaku no Jōhei. The Benihisago. The Shichiseiken. Tools that could bend language, seal souls, erase people from existence with a word and a swing. And yet... the tools sat. Gathering dust. Hoarded like sacred relics instead of weapons of deterrence.

How the hell did Kumo even get them?

He remembered vague whispers in ancient texts battlefield scavenging, betrayal between clans, or some old pact with a wandering monk. The stories differed, but one detail stayed consistent: Kumo didn't forge the tools. They inherited them. And that made all the difference.

A weapon you forge, you understand. A weapon you inherit without knowledge? You fear it. You hesitate. You store it in a vault.

Kaien's breath shuddered in his small chest. He couldn't speak. Couldn't hold a kunai. But his mind built blueprints, broke down battle doctrines.

Kumo's strength lay in its speed. Lightning chakra. Raw aggression. But aggression without clarity was just noise. They trained assassins, not diplomats. Saboteurs, not strategists. They leaned too hard on the Raikage to hold the line alone. And worse, they had no spiritual cohesion. No shared identity beyond "might makes right."

It was a village that had power, but no philosophy. That was its greatest weakness.

Weaponize the Treasure Tools Properly

If Kaien ever got close to those tools, he wouldn't treat them like ceremonial scrolls locked in an underground chamber. He'd experiment. Dissect. Reverse-engineer their chakra patterns and turn them into production models.

Even if he couldn't replicate the divine craftsmanship, he could learn how they responded to spoken word, why names were essential to their sealing process, and maybe even break down to the Benihisago's soul resonance.

He imagined a Kumo Special Ops unit trained in using miniaturized versions of the tools. Lightning-fast linguists and seal masters who could pin a name mid-fight and extract a soul before the enemy knew they were being targeted.

You didn't need an army when you had mythic-level assassins. There is still chakra isse.

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Check out other works: Demon Slayer: Iron Requiem | Naruto: The Author and The Jinchūriki | Naruto: Twin's Glory | Naruto: The White-eyed Demon | Hinata of The Hidden Cloud

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