In the midst of an overwhelming darkness, in a place without direction or end, a soul drifted aimlessly. It moved without purpose, weightless yet burdened with an unbearable awareness.
What is this? Where am I? Why am I here...?
The questions echoed inside its mind, unanswered and maddening. Fear and confusion wrapped around it tightly, making its existence feel all the more real—and painful.
Then, without warning, something unseen pulled it with tremendous force. Agony surged through the edges of its consciousness, tearing it apart as if it were being reborn through excruciating pain.
And then—blackness.
...
A dim light pierced through its eyelids. Slowly, it opened its eyes, only to be greeted by a filthy, stained ceiling. The stench of mildew filled its nose. A soft groan escaped its lips. Its body throbbed with pain, its mind clouded, but it tried to stay conscious—tried to understand what had happened.
Then, something clicked inside—a strange pressure weighing on its chest.
"Something's wrong..." it whispered.
Looking down, its heart nearly stopped.
A small body. Thin. Bruises on its arms and legs. Its breath caught in its throat.
"What is this... my body?"
Panic consumed it. For a brief moment, it wondered if this was regression—returning to its younger self. But the room was unfamiliar. Nothing felt recognizable.
With trembling steps, it made its way toward the bathroom. Once there, it looked into the mirror—and froze.
A narrow face. A small, slightly upturned nose. Bright blue eyes. Hair as yellow as the sun.
It stood still, the world stopping with it.
Then came the pain—overwhelming, sudden. It collapsed to the floor, writhing as a voice echoed in its mind—calm, charismatic, but cryptic.
"You are him, and he is you. This world is born from human desire. Don't think too much. This isn't your fault..."
The pain wasn't only in its body—it tore through the soul. Every vein seemed to carry a sorrow it had never known. Memories surged like a flood, each one clearer than the last. Scenes that weren't its own—yet felt deeply familiar.
Someone had once spoken to it—about life, about choices, about an end that came too soon.
Then a sharp pain. Cold. Deep. Real.
Next came scenes of hatred. People surrounding it. Faces twisted in anger. Stones thrown at it. Clothes ripped while trying to wash them. Cruel words shouted as it walked the streets.
But among all that, there was one old man who occasionally appeared. Spoke to it like it mattered. Like it was human.
Yet even that wasn't enough.
The memories spun faster.
Friends. Teachers. School. Faces it didn't know—but somehow recognized.
Then, something even worse: its life before all this. Not as Naruto, but as the person it used to be. A boy with a weak body and a beautiful face, trapped in loneliness. He couldn't run. He couldn't fight. He was just... a target.
Laughter. Taunts. Fists.
Even the one friend he trusted turned and joined the others in mocking him.
When he told his parents, hoping for comfort, he received only coldness.
"You deserved it," they said.
His world collapsed. He tried to end it—over and over. But even death rejected him.
Until everything faded... into darkness.
He remained in that void for a long time, breathing heavily, his body shaking. But among the rubble of those memories, something began to shine—a realization, slow but certain.
"Where are my memories...? Who... am I?"
And as if a door creaked open, the answer revealed itself.
"I... am Naruto."
His heart pounded. His breathing quickened. Then—
His mind cleared.
He sat up. His eyes blank at first, then slowly filled with light—a new light. Ambition. Determination. And a faint trace of madness.
"Now... I am Naruto. And with this body... I can do anything."
He stood in front of the sink, staring into the mirror.
Then he froze.
Blood trickled from his eyes.
He reached up to touch his cheek and looked again into the mirror.
Those eyes—glowing red, marked by twin black spirals spinning in the center.
"The Sharingan...?!"
His breath caught.
"Impossible... I'm not a descendant of Indra..." he thought, panicking.
But his mind moved quickly. If extreme sorrow could trigger it—and if traces of Ashura's bloodline still existed—could it be...?
Could this be the result of an intense soul collision?
He began to laugh. Softly at first, then louder. A laugh filled with joy and bitter irony.
"Sadness... gave me power."
He looked at his reflection again. There were no whisker marks on his cheeks. His skin looked smooth, even slightly glowing. The young Naruto's face that should've been innocent now appeared more mature... and handsome.
"Hmm... not bad. I like it."
His eyes drifted to the clothes he wore, and his smile vanished.
"Orange pants and a white shirt? Who dressed this kid...? Awful taste."
He sighed long and deep.
"I need to buy better clothes."
But when he glanced at the wall clock—
"2 a.m...? Great." he muttered, heading back to bed.
But... his Sharingan wouldn't deactivate.
That night, he lay in bed, eyes wide open, surrounded by darkness... and an uncertain future.
The next morning
He sat up suddenly, looking frustrated.
"Damn it." he growled. He hadn't slept at all. His Sharingan remained active despite all attempts to shut it down. But time kept moving. He stood, washed up, and changed into fresh clothes.
This time, a plain white shirt and the same orange pants—but they looked neater than before.
"At least... it's passable." he thought as he looked at himself in the mirror.
After a quick breakfast of instant ramen he found in the kitchen, he left the house. Not toward the academy—but to the shopping district.
He had one goal: new clothes. Something worthy of his new self.
He was deep in thought, imagining what kind of outfit would suit him best, when—
Bam!
He bumped into someone head-on.
"Ouch!" a voice cried out alongside his own.
He rubbed his head and turned to look at who he'd hit—only for his breath to hitch.
Pale blonde hair tied to the side. Sharp blue eyes. A beautiful face twisted in mild irritation.
"Ino?"
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Hello everyone, to the readers, let me introduce this first fanfic that I made with an original story, but I created it with the help of AI, so I hope you understand.
I made this fanfic to satisfy my desire for a fanfic, and I hope you enjoy reading it.
Also, regarding chapter updates, it depends on my mood, so don't get your hopes up XD
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