The air was heavy, surrounding him like a cloud of smoke. He felt nothing but emptiness, as if his body had evaporated or ceased to exist entirely.
His mind was spinning in a whirlpool of questions and confusion.
"How did I end up here? Where am I?"
Darkness ruled the space. No light, no sound, only a faint heartbeat echoing from afar, like the fading pulse of a heart about to stop.
His mind was muddled, unable to focus on any clear thought.
Everything around him seemed hazy, as if he were living a dream or a never-ending nightmare.
His memories were fading gradually, like sand slipping through his fingers.
He recalled a mysterious accident, but it now seemed distant, like something unattainable or hard to remember clearly.
Suddenly, a tiny point of light emerged from the darkness, dim at first, but it began to grow brighter gradually.
As the light increased, he started to feel his body returning to him slowly.
His limbs felt heavy, as if they hadn't moved in a long time.
His muscles trembled lightly, but he could feel them again.
He began to hear something new; a stronger and faster heartbeat, his own.
He opened his eyes slowly.
The light was faint, but enough to see his surroundings.
He was lying on his back, staring at a cracked wooden ceiling.
The room was small, barely fitting a single old bed and a table beside it.
The air was cold, and the walls were soaked with the smell of dampness and mildew.
"Where am I?" he wondered again, but this time the confusion was deeper.
He tried to lift his body, but pain overwhelmed him. His limbs felt like they were burning, and his ribs ached as if they had been struck hard.
Slowly, he propped himself up on his elbows, carefully balancing himself on the modest bed.
He looked around, searching for something familiar, but the room offered no answers.
Gradually, he began to realize that something unnatural was happening.
This place was not familiar at all.
He felt that his body was different.
He lifted his hand in front of his face, examining his fingers.
They were small, slender hands, unlike the ones he knew.
Panic began to creep into his heart.
There was a strange sensation in his body, as if everything about him had changed.
He got up slowly from the bed, trying to ignore the pain that swept over him.
He stood in front of a small mirror in the corner, and when he looked at it, his heart sank. This was not his face.
The person staring back from the mirror was a young boy, about 13 years old.
He had light brown hair and wide, dark eyes. He touched his face with his hand, trying to verify if he was seeing the truth.
"This isn't my face... Who is this boy?"
The situation was confusing. This wasn't just a dream; everything was real.
His thoughts began to scatter in every direction.
"Am I in someone else's body? How could this happen?" His mind was struggling to grasp this bizarre reality, but something inside him was resisting the acceptance.
As he stood there, engulfed in his thoughts and bewilderment, memories began to flow slowly.
They weren't his memories, but those of the person whose body he now inhabited.
"Akuma Yamada."
Yes, that was his name now. He was a young orphan living in a poor neighborhood in a small town, residing in this modest room barely protecting him from the harsh weather.
He felt a wave of discomfort.
Not only because he was in someone else's body but because this person lived a miserable life.
"How can I be this person? What is happening?"
He tried to sit back on the bed, taking a deep breath.
Things were more complicated than he expected.
"If I'm here in this world, it means I know what will happen. I know the events and characters. I can use this knowledge to change my fate." But the bigger question was
"How do I start?"
As he pondered these questions, he began to hear light footsteps approaching from outside the room. It seemed someone was coming.
The wooden door creaked slightly before opening slowly.
An elderly woman entered, carrying a small bucket of water and an old towel.
She looked very simple, her clothes old and carrying the faint smell of cheap soap.
"Akuma, are you awake?" she said in a calm yet deep voice, filled with concern.
He looked at her in surprise, unable to respond immediately.
"Am I really Akuma to her?"
The woman set the bucket down and began to gently wipe his face with the towel.
"Am I really in this place? Is this the world of Naruto?" Everything was proving that this wasn't just a dream but an undeniable reality.
The woman continued speaking,
"I was worried about you. Your health has been deteriorating recently. How do you feel now?"
Slowly, Akuma gathered his courage and said hesitantly,
"I... I'm fine now. Thank you."
The woman smiled with relief,
"I'll leave you to rest for a while. You need to be strong. The days ahead may be difficult."
As the door closed behind her, Akuma was alone again, engulfed in his thoughts.
He began to try and piece together his scattered mind, realizing that his life had changed completely.
"Now, I have to live in this world and figure out how to deal with everything around me." That was the beginning, a new life in a world he had only known through TV and anime, but now had become a part of.
He walked to the window and looked outside. The neighborhood he lived in seemed simple, but it was filled with details he was beginning to recognize slowly.
He now had to adapt to his new life and face the challenges that might come his way.
"It won't be easy, but I must start from here." That moment marked the beginning of a new chapter in Akuma Yamada's life, and the start of his journey in the world of Naruto.
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