The guy walked down the street, unaware of the truck approaching. His life had no real meaning. When it hit, there was no anger—just indifference. It was over.
He woke in an empty space, suspended between life and death. A voice echoed around him, "You were not supposed to die yet."
He didn't respond immediately. His life had been simple, filled only with anime and manga. No connections. No regrets. He was okay with it.
"You're not angry?" the voice asked. The guy merely shrugged. "Why would I be? I wasn't attached to my life," he replied.
A pause. The voice continued, "I misclicked. I killed you by accident. Your name was next to another person's who was supposed to die."
The guy raised an eyebrow. "So it's a mistake?" He wasn't angry. He didn't care.
The voice explained, "Time works differently here. I can't bring you back to your world. It's been years there."
He understood. Time didn't matter now. "Fine. What can I do?" he asked.
God offered him reincarnation into a new world. "You may ask for one request. Anything you desire."
He thought for a moment. "Send me to the Naruto world," he said. "It's dangerous, but I want to live there."
God's voice was intrigued. "A wise choice. What is your request?"
He paused, then said, "I want the combined talent of Hashirama and Madara." He smiled. "But nothing more."
"Interesting choice," God responded. "Why not ask for god-like power?"
"I want to earn it," the guy answered. "Not have it handed to me."
God liked the answer. "Alright, I'll give you another chance. A smaller request. What else do you want?"
He thought briefly. "Erase my laziness. Make it so it can never return."
God chuckled. "Done. Go now, Ren. This will be interesting."
Ren felt his body surge with energy. He was alive again, reborn. But he wasn't just existing anymore—he had a purpose.
The landscape around him was unfamiliar. The air was thick with chakra, but it felt lighter. He was in the world of Naruto.
He tested the chakra in his body. It was raw, untamed—just waiting for him to harness it. He needed training.
A noise broke the silence, and Ren turned quickly. Someone was approaching. His senses sharpened.
A man appeared from the trees. He was older, wearing a cloak, and his chakra felt strong. "Who are you?" he asked.
Ren remained calm. "I'm Ren. I'm new here." The man seemed curious but cautious. "Where are you from?" he asked.
"I'm from another world," Ren replied. The man paused. "Another world? I've never heard that before."
Ren didn't elaborate. "I'm here to learn," he said simply. "I want to know everything about this world."
The older man studied him for a moment. "Well, it's a harsh world. Be careful who you trust," he warned.
Ren nodded. "I'm prepared." The man seemed to like his answer. "I'm Jiraiya. If you need help, find me."
Ren smiled slightly. "Thanks, Jiraiya." The older man began walking away. "Take care," he called.
Ren watched him disappear into the trees, then turned and walked the other way. His journey had just begun.
There was so much to learn, and Ren was eager to start. This world had everything—danger, excitement, and power.
He needed to train. He could feel the power within him, waiting to be unlocked. His body was ready.
Every step he took felt like the beginning of something great. He was no longer wasting time. He had purpose.
This world was full of opportunities. And for the first time in a long while, Ren was excited about the future.