Upon waking in the middle of the night a small child got up and let loose a scream while holding his head, as a sharp pain ran through his skull. He felt like his brain was being torn in half, a searing pain that made his ears ring and his stomach churn.
The door to his room slid open with a thud as a tall middle-aged man with long black hair rushed over to his side.
"Hiroshi. What is wrong?"
The child tried to speak but faltered when yet another wave of sharp headaches ripped through him sending him to his knees.
'What the hell is going on? A migraine this bad today? Where the hell am I?'
Fragments of thoughts ran through the child's mind as he began to process what was going on.
'Shit I must have passed out while studying again. But why am I not in my room? Who is this man? Why does everything feel... wrong?"
As he looked up and made eye contact with the man his mouth opened wide in shock.
The iris's were completely white and he could see bulging veins running outwards from his eyes covering half of his face.
'Byakugan!? Like from Naruto?"
A massive influx of memories suddenly surged through his mind as the blinding pain muted into a dull throbbing sensation that slowly began to subside.
Hiroshi Hyuuga. He was the son of Hiashi Hyuga and the current prodigious heir to the Hyuuga clan.
He was also Silas. A chronically ill university student who was supposed to be studying for his finals.
'This… transmigration? But how. Why me? But more importantly right now this man in front of me is…'
"Father"
The word somehow felt natural to say.
"I'm sorry Father, I woke up from a nightmare. I am alright now" He said, bowing his head slightly in respect.
Hiashi looked him up and down with Byakugan and made sure that there was nothing wrong with his body.
"It seems you are fine then. I trust this will not happen again. A leader of the Hyuuga cannot afford such weakness. The world you will face is far darker than mere nightmares" Hiashi said bluntly, his face not betraying even the smallest hint of emotion.
"I promise it will not happen again" Hiroshi replied without looking up.
With that, Hiashi left him to finally sort out what had just occurred.
Shockingly, he had woken up in the world of Naruto. His mind raced as he struggled to collect his thoughts. More and more memories of Hiroshi flitted through his consciousness as they slowly integrated with his previous ones. The pain finally stopped as the rush of memories also began to subside.
The room around him was dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the shoji screens, casting long shadows that danced with the flicker of his thoughts
All the memories of Hiroshi Hyuuga felt like his own, blending seamlessly with his own recollections. It was an odd sensation—feeling whole yet distinct, as though he were an amalgamation of two different lives.
Hiroshi had exceptional chakra control for his age, a mark of the Hyuuga clan's rigorous training. He could feel the faint hum of chakra within him. His mind wandered to the countless hours spent perfecting his use of the Byakugan and the Hyuuga clans taijutsu, the relentless drills, and the strict demands placed upon him by his father.
He recalled the oppressive solitude of his upbringing. His training had been intense, and his interactions with peers had been minimal. The constant pressure to excel, to embody the ideal of a Hyuuga heir, had created a barrier between him and others his age. His loneliness in this life mimicked that of his past, burdened by the weight of expectation.
The memories of his father's unwavering gaze, the sharp commands, and the cold, impersonal assessments lingered in his mind.
As Hiroshi lay there, he felt a deep sense of unease. The physical sensations of his new body, the residual pain from the migraine, and the throbbing reminder of his new identity created a whirlwind of sensations. It was like trying to fit into a suit that was both too familiar and utterly foreign simultaneously.
He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of both lives pressing down on him. The reality of his situation was sinking in. The blend of his old life's familiarity and the new world's strangeness was overwhelming.
The room's silence, the night's stillness, and the rhythmic beat of his heart became his focus. He tried to ground himself, to calm the storm of thoughts and feelings raging within him. Each slow breath was a reminder of the reality he now faced.
'Hiroshi never existed in the original series. What changes might this bring to the timeline? More importantly, what should I do now? It's been so long since I watched Naruto, but I do remember some. The Second Shinobi War and the Nine-Tails' attack are behind us. There's time before the next great ninja war, and Kaguya is still far off. Should I even try to influence the main storyline?'
Hiroshi pondered to himself for quite some time. Then let out a sigh.
"Tomorrow is the first day of Ninja academy. I still have a lot of time to make plans. For now, I need to focus on getting stronger. This world… There are too many hidden dangers that I am not prepared for." He muttered under his breath as he felt a wave of fatigue sweep through his body.
Laying back down on his bed, Hiroshi let his thoughts drifted away as he sank back into a slumber. Worries of his future subsiding as the night took him once more.