What is a life where you simply eat, sit, and wait to die? What is a life where someone attends to your every need and you never have to worry about survival twenty-four hours a day? What is a life where all you have to do is lie back and open your mouth?
Well, she had no idea before, but she certainly knew now. She was still a child right now, a tiny baby, yet she had memories and the capacity for thought. While this was hardly typical for an infant, it was nevertheless her reality.
After some days passed, that wrinkled little creature gradually blossomed. Her skin grew fair and tender, and her eyes were bright and captivating—not a simple black, but a profound, lucid, glossy purple. The birthmark under her left eye had faded slightly, but it still lingered on her face, looking somewhat out of place.
Feitao knew that her current situation was called transmigration, and this world was the world of Naruto. The problem was that she hadn't finished watching Naruto; she had only reached the part in the Chunin Exams where Gaara appeared, could not resist looking something up on Baidu Baike, and then her computer had crashed. Being a young woman who considered her computer skills to be MAX, she had fiddled with the machine for a bit, whereupon the computer committed suicide to apologize.
Events proved that professional matters should be handled by professionals; otherwise, you would end up like her, arriving in this "barbaric era" devoid of widespread internet access.
Events also proved that transmigrating did not guarantee a system, nor did it guarantee ending up in a good family. After all, she had never heard of these people's names—though Kushina was an Uzumaki, and Naruto was also an Uzumaki.
Naruto—yes, exactly, we call this type of person a mother fan. Feitao confessed that she had zero resistance to blond teenagers, and the reason she started watching Naruto in the first place was because of an edit by a master on Bilibili: "Naruto, You Are So Beautiful." That was how she successfully fell into the fandom.
From then on, she had consciously or unconsciously absorbed a lot of ideas. For instance, Itachi the deity was meant to be worshipped, Sasuke was meant to be tormented, and Naruto was meant to be doted on. Well, none of that mattered; what mattered was that she had no idea what her current situation was. She didn't know the people here at all, nor could she be entirely certain whether she was the disposable daughter of some disposable character.
On this particular day, someone walked in. "Kushina, I'm home." There was a trace of exhaustion in his voice, but one could hear a tenderness radiating from the bottom of his heart. After stepping through the doorway, he gently closed the door behind him.
"Minato, how is the situation now?" Kushina walked over, holding Feitao in her arms. She hadn't seen him for over two months; he had gone out on a mission, and she had no idea what kind of mission it could be—she had simply been terribly worried about him.
"Kumogakure has been repelled. They seemed to be after you. It's fine; I'll protect you." Minato reached out and pulled Kushina into his embrace. His days of rushing back were entirely for the sake of seeing Kushina. How long had it been since they last saw each other? Seventy-three days, and he remembered every single one of them. Kumogakure... such things had happened before. Now it seemed they weren't entirely after the Uzumaki bloodline; most likely, they were after the Nine-Tails as well.
Perhaps feeling a bit anxious, Kushina uttered a sentence she knew was quite willful: "When will the endless wars finally end? I don't want my daughter to be born in such an era."
And Minato could understand Kushina's considerations. Precisely because they had experienced war and knew the horrors of war, they sought peace, hoping to grant their descendants the gentlest peace possible. "It will be fine, it will all pass. I haven't even met my little princess yet."
"Look, isn't she adorable? Momoko, this is Daddy."
Kushina lifted Feitao high up for Minato to see, a warm smile blooming on her face. No matter what, this was the child she loved most. Come to think of it, that birthmark was actually quite cute; in any case, it was part of their little Momoko.
"Ah, so cute... Um, can I hold her?" Minato felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. He had never held a baby before and had no idea how to hold one. What if he hurt her? She was so tiny, a soft, pale ball of tenderness, feeling as though she might burst into tears at any second.
Kushina extended her hands and passed Feitao toward Minato. "Be careful. Support her head; babies are very fragile, so don't use too much force."
"Mm, mm, I'll be very careful." Minato swallowed hard, his whole body going on high alert as if facing a formidable enemy. He reached out rather stiffly and scooped up that tiny bundle of flesh. For some reason, a newborn baby ought to be very light, yet he felt she was immensely heavy—the weight of life.
His parents had died when he was very young. When he met Kushina back then, he had felt it was the most wonderful thing in life, and now he had encountered another—her birth. So small, so wonderful.
Blood relatives; a bone-deep bond entwined within the blood.
"Momoko, I'm Daddy. Nice to meet you, my name is Namikaze Minato. Please take good care of me from now on." Minato affectionately kissed the tip of Feitao's nose. Ah, his little princess looked gorgeous no matter where you looked, simply beautiful everywhere.
Kushina was deeply comforted as well. "Momoko's deep purple eyes are just like my mother's. Even though it's a memory from when I was very little, perhaps this is also her way of staying by my side, loving me always."
The destiny of the women of the Uzumaki Clan was always turbulent. Born bearing massive reserves of chakra, they also possessed the Adamantine Sealing Chains renowned for subduing Tailed Beasts. Female ninja were already at a severe disadvantage in this world, and after the destruction of Uzushio Village, those who fled faced an even more miserable fate.
Feitao felt a stinging sensation in the bridge of her nose. Although she still didn't know who these two cannon fodder characters were, she knew that these two people loved her—just like her own mom and dad. Suddenly, she desperately longed for home, that small yet happy home. She also knew she could never go back. Was all of this a dream? Or perhaps her previous memories were the dream?
Regardless of who she was, she would love these two people just as much as she loved her own parents. I'm sorry, but I will take your child's place in loving you with all my heart.
Besides, who did this Namikaze Minato look so much like? He looked terribly familiar, though she couldn't quite place it for the moment. But he was truly a super warm-hearted, handsome guy; from now on, she would look for a significant other based on this standard.
"My, my, shouldn't you let me hold her?"
"No way, Kushina, you've held her for so long. I've only held her a few times!" Clutching Feitao tight, Minato stubbornly refused to hand her back to Kushina. He had no idea how many days it would be before he had to go back out on a mission; if he didn't hold her a bit more now, he would probably have to wait a very long time.
Kushina clenched her fists and puffed out her cheeks. *Hmph, I won't argue with you.*
Listen, Feitao, you too were born amidst blessings and hope.