It's been four years since I found myself in this accursed world, a place where children are taught not just to fight but to kill others from the shadows. They refer to themselves as Shinobi, or Ninja.

I've read the Naruto manga and watched the anime, and I absolutely loved them. However, being here reveals a different reality; it's not as cheerful as it seems. The anime tends to downplay the gore.

I'm currently living in an orphanage with quite a few kids, and it's the 67th year of the Konoha calendar. As you might have guessed, Naruto has been born, and the Fourth Hokage and his wife sacrificed themselves to save the village, leaving their only son in the hands of ungrateful villagers. There's also a somewhat good but incompetent 'grandpa', influenced by his affection for his teammate, the one-eyed cyclops.

Don't get me wrong, the current Hokage (Sandaime), who re assumed the mantle of Kage, is a good person. Why else would he sacrifice himself? He could have easily taken the soul of that questionable scientist (who, despite everything, achieved immortality) with him, but he chose to give him another chance.

Sometimes, good people are taken advantage of by others. You can picture an image of a cyclops.

I consider myself quite fortunate to have been born in Konohagakure; the alternative, being born in Kirigakure (the Bloody Mist), can't bear thinking about it.

This world is significantly different, and much larger than what's depicted in the anime. 

As many are aware, there were a total of 80,000 people in the Ninja Alliance army during the Fourth Ninja War. Alone Konoha had 10K army of ninja. lowest with Kiri as they only had 6K, doing of other cyclops, good person turned bad.

It's hard to blame "Obito" since he was manipulated by "Madara," who in turn was manipulated by Black Zetsu. It's quite a paradox, and somewhat "Ha Ha" when it comes to "Madara."

The question of "how I came to this world" is quite straightforward: I died on Earth and was reborn here. 

There's a significant story behind all this.

In my previous life, I was a 30-year-old coder, dividing my time mainly between work and my place of residence. It wouldn't be entirely accurate to call it a home since I lived alone.

However, I did have a hobby that brought me some joy: immersing myself in worlds of animes, mangas, and light novels. I had a particular fondness for the genre of swords and magic. Like many others, I dreamed of casting fireballs at goblins and orcs.

One day when i was returning to home, met with an accident. and wholla i am here.

On that fateful day, as I was making my way back home, an unforeseen accident occurred, and in the blink of an eye, I found myself transported to this new world.

Though not directly, i met a guy. Of course GOD. He don't look like "Morgan Freeman" or any other characters shown in movies or religious books. I have to say quite character he is. Conversation with him was quite entertaining. 

After dying i reached unknown place, hell its not even a earth. It was totally new realm.

"Where am i? How did i reach here?"

I kept shouting for eternity, so i thought, as i doesn't even had a body not a mouth. I was looking in all directions even including up and down at same time.

After who knows how much time some one responded. Quite a kind looking man. So i thought. 

He was looking at some files and said "Whoa!! Here comes New experiment."

"What the F!"

"Young man mind your language. I was talking about another world."

I was getting curious, so i tried peeping in the file but couldn't read the language it was written in.

"Which world?"

He smiled mischievously.

"Its above your paid grade. So let's look at your file or your life."

I thought he was gonna get different files but he was looking at same file. I didn't think much about it but when i remember that moment now I got it what he did to me.

"So you were quite ordinary guy. Not much bad deeds, many good deeds. Took care of your parents as much as possible even if they mostly took advantage of you."

What's he saying. They never took advantage of me. Yes, they asked for money many times. And quite lot at that but mostly for medical fees and all that and US medical fees are sky high. My father had blocked arteries, so needed quite lot of amount of money. Because of that i worked very hard and rose to high position fast and paid all medical fees.

"No your father didn't have blocked arteries. It was you who was quite foolish. Which person starts running in a week, after they has a heart operation."

"Fuck. Why would they do that?"

"They bought quite expensive house with swimming pool and jacuzzi and extra amenities. Of course they needed money. So they fooled you."

"Whatever, now money doesn't matter anyway."

"You are taking this quite nicely i have to say."

"Does collected money in life even matter now? Anyway they are my parents, even if they have asked directly, without any deception, i would have paid."