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Day 1
Dear Diary,
I'm in Konoha—yes, you read that right—the hidden village from the world of Naruto. How I got here, I still can't fathom. The last thing I remember was the accident, the truck, and then waking up in that playground, or whatever it was. Now, I find myself in a place that's both eerily familiar and strikingly foreign.
The first thing I noticed today was the language. It's as if my mind has undergone some kind of translation. I'm speaking in Japanese, reading Japanese, and even thinking in Japanese. It's bizarre, to say the least. I always loved this language, thanks to all those anime and manga I devoured back in the real world. But being here, experiencing it firsthand, is surreal.
I've tried asking around, subtly, of course, to gauge the timeframe. From what I gather, it's after the era of the Nine-Tails, but how long has it been since then? That's the million-dollar question, and I haven't found an answer yet. The atmosphere here is different, though. The Uchiha presence still lingers, and that's reassuring in some strange way.
I've got so many questions and even more uncertainties. For now, I'll keep my head down and observe. There's so much to explore, so many things to experience in this world I once considered fictional. It's daunting, but it's also an opportunity. Who knows what adventures and challenges lie ahead?
Until next time, Rupesh (or maybe I should say Kuma now?)
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Day 8
Dear Diary,
It's been a week now, and I've managed to gather more information about this world. It's not long after the Nine-Tails incident, just a year or so. That explains a lot. The atmosphere here still carries the weight of that catastrophic event.
I've heard some news that caught my attention. Hiruzen Sarutobi has been reinstated as the Hokage. I'm curious about him. Is he still the wise and strong leader I remember from the anime and manga, or has something changed? In this world, it's hard to predict. Every day, a new evil guy seems to pop up, and the stability of the village is always in flux.
It's strange to think about how young I am here. I'm only a year younger than Itachi Uchiha. Can you believe that? That means I'm just six years old. If my calculations are right, that would make me twenty-two during the Fourth Great Ninja War. The thought of being part of such monumental events is mind-boggling.
But amidst all the intrigue and curiosity, I can't help but feel a deep sense of longing and sadness. I miss my family back in my world, my friends, and even my own name. How did I end up here? That's a question that gnaws at me day and night.
If there's one thing I wish I could say to my new mother, it's a heartfelt apology. I never asked for this, and I know she believes I'm her child, but I can't help but feel like an imposter, like I don't belong here. The guilt and sorrow are overwhelming, but I have to keep going, keep searching for answers.
I'll write again soon. Until then, I'll continue to navigate this unfamiliar world, one day at a time.
Yours, Rupesh (or Kuma, as they call me here)
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Day 15
Dear Diary,
Today marked a significant step in my journey here in Konoha—I attended the academy. It was a mix of excitement and trepidation, but the experience left me feeling profoundly unsettled.
The day took an unfortunate turn when I became the target of bullying. I can't say I didn't expect it, given the circumstances of my arrival and the challenges that lie ahead. But it's disheartening to see how cruel kids can be, even in this world.
On a brighter note, I've discovered something intriguing—I have chakra. It's like a well of energy within me waiting to be harnessed. I've started practicing exercises to control and develop it. However, my physical capabilities seem inferior in a world where even children my age display incredible strength and agility. I witnessed a civilian student lifting a 12kg bag with ease, one of my bullies, no less. It's a stark reminder of the gap I must bridge.
The Uchiha clan remains a topic of fascination for me. Their situation within the village is far from ideal, and I can't help but feel sympathy for them. My previous notions of trying to fit in or pursue romance here now seem trivial in the face of survival.
My relationship with my new mother, Kyouko, is slowly improving. She's an angel, and her cooking is divine. I'm considering learning the art of cooking from her; it could be a valuable skill in this world.
Despite my best efforts, I find it challenging not to dwell on my past life. Memories of my old family, friends, and the life I once knew weigh heavily on me. It's a pain that refuses to fade.
Intriguingly, I've developed a hypothesis that I could have been reborn into this body with sealed memories. It's a tentative theory, but it offers a glimmer of hope. If true, it might alleviate some of the guilt that gnaws at me.
On another note, there's news about my father—his demise at the hands of the Nine-Tails.
Itachi, one of the Uchiha children, has applied for early graduation. It implies that Orochimaru will likely betray soon. The dynamics of this world are complex and ever-changing.
In closing, I've decided to name you, my dear diary, Lisa. It feels fitting, and I'm grateful for the companionship you offer in this unfamiliar place.
I name you after one of my good friend.
its funny to me how even in my personal dairy you made my write so well maybe its in hope that I...
Until next time,
Kuma
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Day 20
Dear lisa,
I'm writing this entry a bit earlier than usual due to a special event that unfolded today. It was a day beyond my expectations, marked by a speech from the Third Hokage. But what caught my attention more was the presence of Danzo—an enigmatic and unsettling figure. I tried not to stare, but it was hard to shake the feeling that he hides secrets, especially knowing he possesses at least one Sharingan.
I've been contemplating the idea of getting along with the Uchihas, particularly the civilian members of their clan. However, I can't help but doubt whether I have the strength to forge such relationships. I'm beginning to see that I'm not as brave as I'd like to be.
Life here is tough. It's a struggle just to exist, and I can't help but yearn for the life I left behind. Mom, I miss you so much.
In light of recent events, I've made a significant decision. I'm going to become a ninja. May God, or perhaps Kaguya in this world, grant me the strength and resolve I need to navigate this new path.
With determination,
Kuma
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Day 25
Dear Lisa,
I hope this diary entry finds you well. You've given me an incredible amount of strength during my time here.
Today, I had the chance to meet Uchiha Izumi. She seems to have a strong liking for Itachi, and I learned that he's graduating tomorrow. Izumi was quite upset about it, but she came to my rescue when I was being bullied, so I'm genuinely grateful for her kindness.
It's strange, though. I've noticed that many of my actions lately have been childlike, perhaps influenced by Kuma. I'm trying to make sense of it all, but it's not easy.
Kyouko, the woman who's taken me in, is like an angel. I made a promise to protect her, which feels like a strange replacement for the promise I made to my own mother. I've started remembering some things about Kuma, like the fact that he had a crush. It's almost funny in a way, but then again, his life was far from easy. I would be laughing more if this life were still his and not mine, but I suppose beggars can't be choosers.
Strangely, my mood seems to be improving. I've managed to quell any suspicion in Kyouko's heart, I think. This marks my second-to-last entry in this diary, and I should probably stop writing soon. But I'm determined to make it a month's worth, a testament to my dedication, if nothing else.
With gratitude and newfound hope,
Kuma
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Day 30
Dear Lisa,
This is my final entry, and I think I'll stop writing after this. Yesterday, I found my mother attempting to read this diary, and I was momentarily worried. But then I remembered that no one here can read or interpret these words.
Some time ago, I saw that child—my bully—again, and I ended up getting beaten up once more. I tried to fight back, but it was futile. There were three of them, and they were much stronger than I am. Mother was really worried about me yesterday, which might explain why she decided to check on you, dear diary.
I've tried everything I could to change my situation, but it seems that this world doesn't work that way. I have yet to receive any sort of cheat or advantage. Maybe my meta-knowledge is the only thing I'll ever have.
I almost gave up on training because it was so difficult. But then, I remembered the faces of that guy- the bully and his friends, and how a man(My teacher heh) could disappear into leaves after he stopped just one punch, my one punch. It was just a hope i guess he claimed other wise though. "A sneak attack is all i can manage" it might have been a bad move but i couldnt stop... It was my last hope.
Anyway, I want to thank you, dear diary. Without you, I might not have lasted in this strange world. I love you, and I consider this entry my tribute to you. Thank you, dear diary, and thank you, Lisa.
I have decided to live as Kuma, not Rupesh, this time. It will be all about Kuma, and I'll start with you.
End, Kuma
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Kuma sat at the table, the weight of his emotions settling over him like a heavy shroud. The diary, his faithful confidant, held a month's worth of his thoughts and tribulations. He closed it with a deep sigh, contemplating the myriad of feelings that swirled within him. With a resigned determination, he closed his eyes momentarily, as if seeking solace in the darkness behind his eyelids, and then he reopened them.
Pushing himself up from the table, Kuma gave a self-deprecating laugh, a mixture of amusement and self-awareness. The transformation he had undergone in the past month was nothing short of remarkable. He had not only embraced the name "Kuma" but had also begun to embody the spirit that came with it.
With the diary in hand, he made his way to the kitchen, a sense of finality guiding his steps. As he approached the sink, he couldn't help but think of the words he had penned within those pages. It had started as a simple outlet for his thoughts, a means of coping with the unfamiliarity of his situation. Yet, over time, it had evolved into something more—a code, a puzzle waiting to be deciphered.
Unbeknownst to Kuma, his mother observed him closely, her maternal concern etched across her features. She had noticed the profound changes in her son, both in his demeanor and the wounds that seemed to mar his body with increasing severity. Though she had attempted to secretly heal him, her efforts had yielded only temporary relief. The sight of his injuries, the shedding of flesh, had initially filled her with worry and fear.
Then, there was the diary—the seemingly innocuous journal that her son had filled with what appeared to be doodles and random thoughts. However, she had a hunch that there was more to it than met the eye. The careful arrangement of words and symbols hinted at a hidden meaning, a message concealed within the pages.
Her heart ached as she watched Kuma burn the diary, the flames consuming the written words. She had been torn between wanting to understand her son's struggles and respecting his privacy. Seeing him act so decisively, taking control of his own narrative, filled her with a strange mixture of emotions.
"Young man, how dare you!" she scolded, her voice tinged with genuine anger. "Fire is not something you can play with. See how you've burnt your diary!"
Kuma was taken aback by the sudden outburst from his mother. He hadn't expected her to intervene, and her stern tone sent a shiver down his spine.
He looked at the remnants of the burning diary, the pages curling and blackening as they were consumed by the flames. The weight of his actions began to settle in, and he realized that he might have overreacted in his haste to destroy the diary.
"Sorry, Mom," he stammered, his voice filled with remorse. He could feel her disapproval, and it made him feel like a disobedient child. "I... I didn't think it through."
His mother's expression softened, and she sighed, her anger dissipating as quickly as it had appeared. "Kuma, I understand that you have your reasons, but please be more careful next time. Fire can be dangerous, and I worry about your safety."
Kuma nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and guilt. He had acted impulsively, and it had clearly upset his mother. As he turned to leave the kitchen, he muttered, "I'm going out."
Watching her son walk away, a small smile tugged at the corners of his mother's lips. She knew that Kuma was going through a difficult time, and she couldn't help but admire his determination, even if it sometimes led to reckless actions. With a sigh, she turned her attention to the burnt remnants of the diary, the mystery it held now lost to the flames. But she somehow felt it was better this way. With this thought she started cleaning up the kitchin.