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At the age of thirty, he met an untimely death in a sudden car accident… only to awaken in the body of a newborn child in the Hidden Leaf Village, during the era of the First Hokage.

Reborn as a civilian with no clan name and no ninja heritage, he was far from ordinary. At the age of six, his memories from his past life returned, igniting a relentless desire within him: to save the ones he once loved and change the tragic fate he knew from the world of Naruto.

In secret, he began a disciplined and precise training regimen, drawing from his vast knowledge of anime, manga, and martial arts novels. With the help of the Golden Lottery System — which grants him a rare opportunity each year to obtain a power or technique from various worlds — his true journey began.

His goal was clear: to carve his name among the shinobi, to rise beyond his civilian roots, and one day become the Third Hokage.
Not just to survive… but to transform the Hidden Leaf into the greatest ninja village the world has ever known.

NARUTO: ‏STRONGEST‏ THIRD HOKAGE

Year of Founding: Third Year of Konoha's Establishment

For as long as I can remember, my father was all I had.

He was a simple ninja—no fancy jutsu, no clan heritage. But he would wake up before the sun and train until it set. He always told me:

"Duy, hard work isn't just a substitute for talent… it's something even stronger."

On a mission, he never returned. They told me he fought until the end, sacrificed himself to save his team.

Back then, I didn't understand what "sacrifice" meant… all I knew was that I was alone now.

I live in a small house on the eastern edge of Konoha. I don't have much money, or much food.

But I have a promise. A vow I made in front of his grave:

> "I'll become a great ninja, Dad. I'll prove that willpower is enough."

Every morning, I run. I jump. I train.

Even if they laugh at me… even if they say:

"Might Duy? That fool who can't even perform a single jutsu?"

But that day… something inside me changed.

I was starting my run, reciting my usual mantras, when I noticed someone running behind me—his steps calm, steady. He didn't speak. He just watched me.

Suddenly, he approached, and it was the first time I heard his voice:

"You run with passion this early in the morning... My name is Kenichi."

I paused for a moment, then smiled instinctively:

"I'm Duy! Might Duy! I'm going to become the strongest ninja in Konoha, even if I have the least chakra!"

I thought he would laugh… but he didn't.

Instead, he gave me a look I wasn't used to. Not pity, not confusion. It was something else—like cautious respect.

"Come on. I train here every morning. Want to join me?"

It was the first time someone ever invited me to train with them.

We sat together in a small clearing, surrounded by mist and morning dew.

He taught me something I never expected: "Basic Breathing Technique."

He explained how to breathe from the belly, how to exhale slowly, how to link breath with movement. He said controlling your breathing is the first step to becoming a real ninja.

When I messed up, I laughed at myself and said:

"Ah, I'm breathing like a turtle!"

In those simple moments, I felt something new…

I felt like I wasn't alone anymore.

After we finished training, and Kenichi was about to leave, he suddenly turned around.

He looked at me differently—like an older brother, maybe—and said:

"Duy, you're not a genius… but you're a genius of hard work. Don't give up."

Those words… were like a spark. Like someone poured fuel onto the fire in my heart. I ignited.

"Yes! I'll never give up! I'll become a great ninja, and I'll make sure you see it with your own eyes!"

He laughed… waved… and walked away.

But inside me, something had changed.

I returned to my small house and sat in front of my father's mirror—the one he used to train in front of every day.

The room was quiet. The wooden walls were cracked, the floor cold.

But I didn't feel cold… I felt a strange warmth.

I looked at my reflection and said to myself:

"Now I have my first friend. My first brother. The first person who didn't see me as a clown, but as a ninja in the making."

I pulled out my old notebook and wrote:

> "His name is Kenichi Sato. The brother I never had… but the one who gave me the first stepping stone on my path. One day, I'll repay him—even if it takes my whole life."

Chapter Thirteen: The Genius of Hard Work