They had always been proud to bear the title whispered across nations and feared across every battlefield — The Legendary Family.

Their mother, Hinata Hyuga-Uchiha, once the shy heir of the Hyuga Clan, had risen beyond every expectation. Now she stood as the revered Head of Konoha’s Medical Division — the strongest kunoichi of her era, a healer whose hands could bring warriors back from the brink of death, and a fighter whose precision struck terror into those foolish enough to underestimate her gentle aura.

Their father, Sasuke Uchiha, the shadow who once walked the path of vengeance, had long since paid for his sins. Though the world called him the Last Uchiha, to them he was the silent guardian who carried the weight of a clan on his back and still found room in his heart for his family.

Together, Hinata and Sasuke forged a legacy. Born from brilliance and hardship, kindness and wrath, softness and steel — their children carried genes that shaped legends.

Hisaki Hyuga-Uchiha, the eldest — calm, calculating, composed. Sasuke’s cold precision paired with Hinata’s keen intelligence. Sharingan blazing, but trained in the gentle fist, he was the perfect blend of his lineage.

Sachi, the second — a rare duality. Sharingan in his right eye, Byakugan in his left. Gentle and warm like Hinata, yet capable of terrifying clarity in combat. His face resembled hers; his soul resembled peace.

Seiza, the third — Byakugan awakened early, intellect unmatched, but personality wild. Hinata’s mind mixed with Naruto’s recklessness created a storm wrapped in a smile.

Hiyori, the fourth — sharp as Sasuke, ruthless in focus, a prodigy of Chidori whose eyes flickered with the same crimson fire. A mirror of her father in appearance and temperament.

Sarada, the fifth — Sharingan wielder, forged with Hinata’s quiet strength. She struck with the force of a hurricane cloaked in calm.

Hoshi, the sixth — the masterpiece of their bloodline. Sharingan and Byakugan awakened together, harmonizing in a way once believed impossible. Gentle like her mother, deadly like her father. Her intelligence rivaled both. Her techniques were perfection.

Sumire, the seventh — pure Byakugan, pure heart. Hinata’s kindness incarnate, her movements flowing like water, her strikes whisper-soft but absolute.

Yoru, the eighth — twin sister of Haru. Sharingan and Byakugan in both eyes, but a soul as warm as Hinata’s. Light.

Haru, the ninth — twin brother of Yoru. Same eyes, same power, yet shaped by Sasuke’s silence, sharpness, and hidden storms. Shadow.

Together… they were the culmination of two clans, two destinies, two prodigies who had rewritten history. And today, they would repeat that feat.

Because they had chosen the forbidden path — the most dangerous technique their father had ever warned them about:

The Time Traveling Jutsu.

Hisaki sensed disaster before it began. He tried to stop them. His voice raised, his composure cracking — a rare sight.

But Hoshi, confident and fearless, spoke the final words of the incantation.

And then—

The world twisted.

A violent pull swallowed them whole. Their stomachs lurched. The air thinned. Light and darkness collided until everything spun into nothing.

When the sensation faded, they gasped as their feet touched solid ground.

Konoha. But not their Konoha.

Older. Softer. Simpler. A village untouched by the wars and scars they knew.

The air felt different. The chakra signatures around them were unfamiliar and yet… painfully recognizable.

There was only one thing left to do. The mission that mattered more than any jutsu, any battle, any bloodline.

Find their parents — the younger versions. Before history bent too far to return.