Naruto: I Reincarnated With Gojo Satoru's Template!

When he regained consciousness, faint arguing echoed in his ears.

"Enough. I will protect this child no matter what."

It was a soft but determined female voice.

"Born with white hair? That's an ill omen."

"And blue eyes? That doesn't belong in the Uchiha. How can you prove he's one of us?"

An older male voice followed, cold and stern.

"Why? He came from me. Are you questioning me?"

Her voice flared with anger and resolve.

"Enough."

A firm, deep voice cut through. "This child will be Uchiha Satoru, my second son. There's no need to argue further."

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Uchiha?

Adrien's thoughts were hazy. Could this be a dream from reading too much Shōnen Jump? Absurd.

"Forget it. This is just some dumb dream..."

He shut his eyes, deciding to ignore it all and drifted back to sleep.

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When he woke again, Adrien stared at the ceiling. Pale blue eyes with a faint mist reflected back at him.

"What...?"

He sat up slowly, his mind racing.

"I've crossed worlds?"

The realization hit him like a kunai to the chest. This wasn't any world—this was Naruto.

High-risk battles, clans, and death everywhere.

"Of all places, why here? Can't I just go somewhere safe?"

Despite his frustration, his gaze remained calm, eerily detached. A glowing system screen appeared before him.

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[SYSTEM]

Host: Adrien

World: Naruto

Template: Satoru Gojo (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Progress: 0%

Play Points: 0

Skills unlocked at 10%: Six Eyes.

Play Points can be exchanged for items or template progress.

1000 points for 1% progress.

The system's mall displayed:

S-class Sealing Scroll

Sweet Dango

Strawberry Cheesecake

Adrien scowled. "What's the point of this when I have no points?"

He sighed, staring at his empty total.

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Suddenly, a small finger poked his cheek.

Turning his head, he spotted a little boy, dark-haired and serious-eyed, no more than two years old.

Adrien froze. "Is that... Uchiha Itachi?"

The same Itachi who would one day destroy the Uchiha clan.

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Years Later...

Adrien—now Uchiha Satoru—lounged lazily in a dango shop, half his face covered by a black blindfold. His silver-white hair stood out starkly against his Uchiha uniform.

Stacks of empty dango plates sat beside him.

"You'll ruin your teeth eating that much."

A stern but cute voice broke through. At the door, Uchiha Itachi stood, his brows furrowed in disapproval.

Satoru waved lazily. "Relax, Itachi. You eat them too."

Itachi frowned. "You should call me 'brother.' And wasn't your allowance confiscated?"

Satoru smirked innocently. "Was it? I don't remember."

He stood, grinning, and approached Itachi casually.

"Hey, Itachi... Are you getting enough calcium?"

Satoru placed a hand on his shoulder, pretending concern.

Though only five, he stood nearly eye-to-eye with eight-year-old Itachi, a strange physical advantage no one could explain.

Itachi's eyebrow twitched. "Satoru..."

Frustrated, Itachi flicked his finger toward Satoru's forehead.

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"Too slow."

Satoru vanished instantly.

Itachi's eyes widened. Gone?

Whipping around, he felt Satoru's presence behind him.

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Satoru waved with a smug grin. "Hi, Itachi!"

Itachi turned, his expression softening into faint admiration.

"That speed... I couldn't follow it."

He paused. "You're better than I thought, Satoru."

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