The morning sun had just begun to rise, casting a soft golden light over the village of Konoha. Ren, now ten years old, sat quietly by the window in his small room in the Uchiha District. The sounds of the village waking up echoed faintly through the walls, but his mind was far from the ordinary world outside. It was hard to ignore the fact that he wasn’t just a regular child of this world—he was a transmigrator, a person who had crossed over from another realm with the foreknowledge of everything that would unfold in this world.

  From the very moment he opened his eyes in this new body, Ren had realized something: he was not special. Born into the Uchiha clan, yes, but without the trademark Sharingan. His bloodline held no miraculous powers. He had inherited only the ordinary life of an orphan, someone whose potential was overlooked, dismissed, and overshadowed by the greatness of his clan. But Ren wasn’t a fool. He knew what would happen—he knew the events of the Fourth Great Ninja War, he knew Madara Uchiha and Obito’s plots, and he even knew the exploits of Naruto Uzumaki. But what good was foreknowledge if he had no strength of his own to change things?

  And yet, that wasn’t all Ren had. He had something far more unique than the Sharingan, far more potent than any chakra technique—he had the mysterious Gate that had appeared in his soul on the night of his tenth birthday. It was a power he didn’t understand fully, but it was the gene cultivation method. Something no one else in this world knew. Something that could give him the strength he so desperately needed to carve his own destiny.

  The Gate didn’t speak, didn’t offer any explanations. But it was there, pulsing in the background of his mind, a strange symbol of possibility and mystery. Gene cultivation. It wasn’t chakra-based, nor was it tied to the limitations of any shinobi clan. It was… different.

  Ren’s hand gently brushed against his chest, where the Gate resided in his soul. He had spent the last few months studying the method, trying to comprehend its nuances. The process was slow, subtle, almost invisible to anyone but him. Cells, genes, evolution—these were the key aspects of this cultivation path. Unlike chakra cultivation, which relied on a shinobi’s spiritual energy, the gene cultivation method focused on physical evolution, on altering his genetic makeup to enhance his strength, endurance, and overall capabilities. He couldn’t fully explain it yet, but he could feel the changes in his body.

  At first, the results were insignificant—slightly faster recovery from minor injuries, a little more endurance during training. Nothing that would stand out to anyone else. But for Ren, that was enough. The true test would come later, when he could hide his abilities beneath the surface, masking his growth until the right moment arrived.

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  That’s when he decided to focus on his school days—to blend in, observe, and wait.

  As he made his way to the academy, Ren kept a low profile. The Uchiha district was abuzz with the usual rumors of powerful bloodlines, of great shinobi clans, and the whispers of future legends. His classmates, many of whom came from prestigious backgrounds, barely paid attention to him. He was just another average student, one who was neither a prodigy nor a failure. A shadow, blending in the background.

  Ren couldn’t help but observe the others closely. Minato, the future Fourth Hokage, had already begun to shine as a natural-born leader. Even at this young age, he radiated a calm and composure that Ren recognized would one day make him an unstoppable force. And then there was Mikoto, a girl whose beauty and talent already set her apart. Her Sharingan was powerful, and her control over chakra made her a standout. She didn’t even need to try, it seemed—her abilities came naturally, effortlessly.

  But Ren wasn’t concerned with them. He wasn’t trying to compete with their talents. In fact, he had no interest in standing out at all—at least not yet.

  Instead, he immersed himself in his cultivation. Every night, after returning home from the academy, he would meditate, focusing on the cultivation method that the Gate had granted him. The method was complex, involving precise control over his body’s cells, but over time, he began to understand the basics. He learned how to channel his will into his cells, encouraging them to evolve, to grow stronger, to adapt to the world around him. His muscles grew denser, his senses sharpened, and his reflexes became faster.

  Despite the slow progress, Ren could feel the changes within his body. After three months of rigorous training and steady cultivation, he had made it to Stage 1—a modest but solid beginning in his gene cultivation path. His strength had increased just enough for him to notice, but no one else could. His endurance during sparring matches had improved, and he was now able to keep up with the other students in physical drills. It was subtle, but Ren could feel it. Stage 1 of the cultivation method had successfully begun to alter his genetic code, giving him a faint edge over his classmates.

  One evening, as Ren sat alone in the courtyard, his body pulsing with the new energy from his cultivation, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. He wasn’t a prodigy. He wasn’t an overnight success. But his adaptability and the strange power of the gene cultivation method were beginning to take shape. This was only the beginning.

  The three-month time skip had shown him one thing: the path he was walking on was unlike any other. It was a quiet, slow evolution, and he had only just begun to tap into its power. But the more Ren cultivated, the more he could feel the Gate’s influence grow stronger, as though it were urging him forward, pushing him toward something greater.

  And so, as the days passed and the academy continued its usual rhythm, Ren kept to his low-profile approach. He continued his studies and cultivation, patiently waiting for the day when he would be ready to rise above the others. When the time came, he would no longer be Uchiha Ren, the forgotten child—he would be something greater.