In a dark and silent room with the only sounds of keys and a slight breathing being the only thing that can be heard, a crazy-looking young man, long black hair up to shoulder height, blue eyes along with glasses, The clothing is a black sweatshirt with a hood that counteracts and gives him a vampire or drug addict contrast as his skin is white and some baggy shorts. If you look closer, you can see his sickly pale skin with dark circles under his eyes. This is a writer who makes a living writing fics and novels on YouTube and on different pages.
Now he finished the end of one of his longest novels with a dark ending, and in a whisper he reads the ending: The great hero ended up losing the battle and dying at the hands of the villain.
This is because the hero only spent his time collecting women on his long road and fornicating rather than training like the villain. The villain took all the hero's girls and sold them as slaves. When he finished reading the end, he lunatically released a smile that slowly turned into a laugh—hahaha—they are like a very ugly whisper.
He calmed down and looked around with his eyes unfocused in search of light; the PC is the only source of light. He stood up slowly, and as he did so, he felt very dizzy; his head was spinning. He moved back, trying to lean on something, but he hit a corner of the table, and that was enough for him to fall to the ground without strength. The last thing he saw was a beautiful white light like a kind of swirl, and he lost it.
Konohagakure no sato
Many children between the ages of six and twelve are playing and talking with their lifelong friends in a beautiful yard full of vegetation and strange wooden apparatus for training or endurance tests.
In this lively place, a silhouette of a child under the shade of a tree slowly opened his eyes, to do so and let the world see confused amber eyes—a child of about six years old.
A very simple and cheap or second-hand clothing, with several cuts and losing the original color, gray shorts and a green t-shirt.
The boy is none other than Hiro, one of the many orphans in this messy world. Six years ago, in the Kyubi attack, both parents died; a jounin father and a chunin mother fell in battle along with thousands of others that terrifying night of the 10th of October.
The child was taken to the orphanage along with many others and placed under the care of the helpers of that same place. The personality of this child is calm, kind, hard-working, and very resourceful in earning money.
Together with the soft amber eyes, soft gray hair, round face, and smile full of softness, many older people feel certain mixed emotions when seeing the innocence of this child, who does not know about the tragic future of this world full of deviants.
Hiro slowly got up and looked around; he didn't recognize where he was, and the strangest thing was the lack of coordination of his body. He looks like a newborn child; he adapted a little, and with a tremendous headache, he spoke, This is fucking garbage; it turns out that some bastard drugged me and sent me to this playground. With angry and fast steps, he advanced without any direction to what seems like an entrance and exit to this place full of children.
A girl with baggy, old clothes observes Hiro's retreat. Curiosity is very strong even for adults, and for a child, it is irresistible. With her short legs, she runs after Hiro and stands at a safe distance so that he does not see her and only she can see it.
Hiro felt a strange sensation of being watched; this sudden feeling was enough to make him stop for a moment and look around quickly. What he saw was only a blonde girl trying in vain to hide with a trash can lid on her head. He knows she is blonde because of the small strands that stand out, and he also saw her stiffen like a statue. At this point he had already observed the strange, unusual patterns of his body and the very different environment than what he is used to; he thought that maybe he was in some kind of hallucination due to drug use or a dream, but then it came to him seeing the large stone faces and knowing in his heart that he had crossed over into Naruto's world.
He felt cold all over, but as a fantasy and reincarnation writer, he calmed down immediately and just nodded. It's a good thing, and the most exciting thing is that a girl is following him.
He didn't think much about it and approached the girl. Of course he's not going to scare her; this is the Shinobi world; here the children have brutal strength and are murderers. Who knows if he acts like an idiot and the girl ends up murdering him with some kunai or, God forbid, with a wooden kunai? Just imagining the pain makes your blood pressure rise.
He approached the rigid girl and spoke, Hey, it's bad for your health to put dirty things in your hair; you know you'll get lice. The girl opened her eyes wide, and this was not seen by Hiro for obvious reasons; she threw the lid away. With a red face, she gritted her teeth with anger and said, "I don't have lice, and I'm clean." She screamed full of emotion.
Hiro was excited, and his eyes widened. Before his eyes was a girl with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a round and soft face with mustache marks on both cheeks.
Hiro turned around and said, No, I'm not doing this shit. I know how this ends; goodbye, Naruko, Naruto. Whatever it is, he withdrew pale as a ghost without turning back, hoping that this girl would never see him again.
What I didn't know is that these words were the downfall of any reincarnated transmigrate.
Hiro, as a versatile writer, knows very well that it is not advisable to say the name of a character like Naruto for the simple reason that he lacks recognition and constantly seeks recognition and acceptance from others. As a child, he is traumatized by certain factors; something that was written in her heart was undone, and this was more than enough for the blonde girl with tanned skin and mustache marks to cry and say in a low voice, almost a whisper, He recognizes me, so she began to chase him.