Naruto: The Ultimate Shinobi

__________________________________________________________________

___________________________________

The chapter got you itching for more? Read ahead and get exclusive content before anyone else? Join me on Patr -e-on! Your support would mean the world to me.

( | [email protected]/FictionGoat | )

. . . .

__________________________________________________________________

___________________________________

His eyes flashed open, staring up at what seemed to be a wooden ceiling. He looked up blankly, his mind completely void of all thoughts... Like he was in a vegetable state, he thought nothing, he felt nothing, he heard nothing.

It was only him and the wooden ceiling, his eyes were dilated almost as if he was a corpse.. it wasn't that he was dead, but rather the pure shock he felt in that moment. He didn't blink, just staring at the wooden ceiling. Then in a fraction of a second his eyes came to life, his gaze fallen to the side.

His eyes wandered around the small, cluttered room, filled with rubbish and discarded ramen cups. To his side was a tiny kitchen with a gas stove, while in the center of the room stood a small table holding a withered, dead plant. The entire space was compact, combining the kitchen and living area into one. The only pieces of furniture were the table and the bed he had been sleeping on.As he tried to move, his legs didn't will him to and so did his entire body. He remained there speechless and still as a statue not even moving an inch. He must've laid there for hours on hours on end, just starting at the ceiling until his eyes started to water, he couldn't blink and his eyes were dry and burning red.

As much as he wanted to scream, he just wasn't able to. As much as he wanted to move he simply wasn't able to...Until slowly, from the window below came a slow yet bright light. The light as time passed slowly lit the room...Then as the sun light peering from the windows grazed his dangling toe off the ledge.

His entire body came to life and a massive jerk came from his body that forced him over the edge of the bed. The sunlight might've been the thing that saved him, as it released some sort of spell cast on him. And suddenly he felt a pulse of electricity run down from head to the bottom of his feet and slowly he started to feel every fiber of his being.

He instantly shut his burning red eyes as the water flowed from it. Then using his arms, he pressed it against the floor and used it to push himself off the floor. As he tried his arm wobbled under his size and he grunted as he bit his bottom lip to push up off the floor with all his strength.

He had succeeded, but only after using all 100 and beyond percent of his strength. He breathed heavily as the sweat ran down from his forehead and his chest heaved heavily. He leaned against the bed frame with his back and legs laying flat on the floor.

Strangely for the first time since his eyes opened a rush of thoughts came to his mind.

' Where the fuck am I? ' How did he get here? Did he get kidnapped are something? The list of thoughts kept flooding in. Until he felt a burning sensation coming from his nose and it became difficult to breath.

Opening up his small pale palms a drop of blood came dripping his nose and onto his palms. He wiped his nose and unsteadily rose from the floor, his legs wobbling beneath him. Taking a moment to steady himself, he slowly made his way toward the window beside his bed.

He reached out and pushed the window open, letting a faint breeze drift in. Outside, he saw a village that seemed straight out of medieval modern Japan, a stark contrast to the modern city he once knew. His eyes widened in disbelief as his gaze traveled farther into the distance. There, carved into the face of a towering cliff, were four enormous faces staring back at him.

No way...

No fucking way...

He had read fanfics and novels about things like this...reincarnation. Stories where the main character's soul ended up in someone else's body, often in a completely different world. The idea was fascinating, even entertaining, but he'd always thought it was just a silly concept.

The thought that after death, you could wake up in another person's body? It sounded ridiculous, something that belonged in fantasy concepts, not in real life. But now, here he was. It felt like he had been pulled straight into one of those fanfics.

"No... way," he whispered weakly, his voice trembling. His legs shook uncontrollably before finally giving out, and he collapsed to the floor. Leaning back against the wall, he struggled to process the impossible situation he found himself in.

Yes way... He'd been reincarnated into the world of Naruto.

It was both exciting and depressing. He'd died. Just a moment ago, he had been coming home from work, ready to sleep on his sweet bed. Maybe he'd died in his sleep, though it didn't make sense. He didn't have any serious health issues—neither did his family. They were all relatively healthy, and so was he.

Sure, his diet wasn't perfect. He ate a lot of junk food, but it wasn't bad enough to cause a heart attack or something that could kill him so suddenly. None of it added up, and yet here he was.

A strange sensation churned in his stomach, a nauseating wave that made him feel like he might vomit. Slowly, he pushed himself up from the cold, hard floor and stumbled toward a small door tucked into the corner of the room. He had never seen this place before, not once in his life, yet somehow, he knew. It was an instinct, primal and undeniable—he knew what lay beyond the door.

With a trembling hand, he twisted the knob and stepped inside. The space was small, dimly lit, and unmistakably a bathroom. His gaze immediately landed on the mirror above the sink. Staring back at him from the reflective surface was a lanky, pale boy with black hair and wide, brown eyes.

He froze.

The boy wasn't him—or at least, not who he knew himself to be. The face was unfamiliar, far too young—maybe twenty years too young. The boy looked no older than six or seven.

Heart pounding, he raised his hands, palms facing upward. They were small, childlike, yet they bore thick callouses—rugged and worn, like the person had been through it.

No way this was real?...he must be dreaming.

He let out a heavy sigh, placing his roughened hand on the washroom sink. Twisting the tap, he let the water flow freely before scooping a handful and splashing it onto his face.If this was where he had ended up after dying, there wasn't much he could do but focus on preparing for whatever was coming next.

Most people would dream of being reborn into an amazing world—maybe a place filled with candy, rainbows, and unicorns, or even a fun one like Pokémon or a romance anime. But instead, he'd been thrown into a world where survival seemed almost impossible.

One day, you could be relaxing, only to have some guy suddenly float above you, yelling, "Edo Tensei!" as he wipes out your entire village—hardly a comforting thought. Sighing, he calmed himself before scooping up some water and drinking it. Luckily, he wasn't born into a world like Berserk or Attack on Titan.

But that didn't mean Naruto was any less intense than those anime. It was just that he preferred not to see giant naked, deformed people chasing him to eat him or demons haunting him every time he tried to sleep.

The thing was, even though he'd watched anime and read fanfics and whatnot, Naruto wasn't exactly his specialty. Sure, he'd seen the show—the entirety of it, in fact—but it wasn't like he had a photographic memory and remembered every detail.

Yes, he remembered the basic concepts like chakra and ninjutsu, as well as the main arcs and systems of the world. But he didn't recall the crucial details that could give him an edge or make him overpowered.

He stepped out of the bathroom, navigating through the heap of garbage before settling on the floor with his legs crossed. He slapped his cheeks hard with both hands, the impact turning his pale skin a bright red.

"Alright," he muttered, taking a deep breath. If he was going to live in this world, he needed to become strong—really strong. He had to prepare for the future ahead, to become powerful enough to face the Fourth Great Shinobi War. Or even if he made it that far without dying, this world was filled with ridiculous prodigies and monsters, from Madara, Orochimaru, Danzo, the Akatsuki, to the Otsutsuki. How the hell was he supposed to go up against that??

He froze for a moment, his thoughts racing. "I need to figure out what year I'm in," he thought as he looked around the room. His eyes landed on a calendar hanging on the door. He stood up and walked over to check it out carefully.

The date at the top read: June 29, 1402.

That didn't help much. From what he remembered, the Naruto series never mentioned the exact year Naruto was born. Even if it did, he probably wouldn't have remembered it. Frustrated, he realized he was back to square one. 

It was hard to prepare for ideas if he wasn't even sure it was the right time. To make matters worse, he had no clue who he really was. Usually, in the fanfics he'd read, the protagonist would get a migraine and suddenly know everything.

But for him? Nothing—not even a faint tingling. Well, except for feeling a bit hungry.

He scratched his head and turned to face his apartment, which was a total mess.

"Might as well clean up my room then and figure it out from there," he muttered with a sigh. 

He started with the dirty ramen cups littering the floor, tossing them into the trash one by one. The stale smell of old noodles clung to the air, but he continued, grabbing a rag to wipe down the sticky spots on the floor. Slowly but surely, the place began to look less dirty. He scrubbed surfaces, organized his small pile of belongings, and even polished the table.

By the time he was done, the apartment looked almost brand new—or at least it would have, if not for the cracks running along the walls and the patches of mold creeping in the corners. Despite his best efforts, the imperfections of the place still showed. Still, he took a moment to step back and admire his work. "Better than before," he said, feeling a small sense of accomplishment. 

He threw himself onto the bed, catching his breath. After a moment, he sat up, his eyes landing on the pile of garbage bags. "I guess I might as well take those out," he muttered, standing and heading toward the door where he kept the garbage bags lined up.

As he moved, something caught his eye. To his right was a closed closet. He paused, staring at it. For some reason, he felt certain he knew what was inside, though he couldn't explain why.

If his instincts were right this time, he might have just hit the jackpot. A grin spread across his face as he opened the closet. On the floor sat a large bag, stuffed with various items. He knelt and unzipped it, revealing two rusted, cracked kunai, a handful of shurikens, and several battered scrolls.

What drew his attention most, however, was a book. Its cover was worn and smudged, with the word "Journal" faintly visible. The book was dirty and battered, but it was exactly what he'd been hoping for. Maybe this was the breakthrough he needed, the missing piece of information he'd been searching for.

Pulling the book out of the bag, he walked back to the bed. Sitting down, he flipped it open and began to read.

_________________________________

________________________________________________________

Leave a review and comment!