"Huff... huff... huff..." A five-year-old boy lay on the ground, gasping for air. He wanted to stand, but an oppressive weight on his back pinned him down, leaving him barely able to catch his breath.
Screams echoed around him, piercing through the haze of confusion. After a few moments, he summoned the last remnants of his strength and slowly pushed himself up. As his vision cleared, the gruesome scene before him came into focus—the ground was soaked in blood, littered with lifeless bodies.
He glanced around, disoriented, and then felt the weight on his back. With a shudder, he realized it was a body—a woman, her face frozen in terror. She appeared to be in her thirties.
He mustered all little energy in his body as he tried to rise, but before he could fully stand, his body jerked backward on its own. A colossal sphere, as massive as a mountain, hurtled past him, obliterating everything in its path. The bodies it touched disintegrated into thin air. The boy's eyes widened in horror, his heart pounding in his chest. Trembling, he turned to see where the sphere had come from.
"N-N-N-Nine Tails! Why is it here?! Where am I?" Panic flooded his mind as the reality of the situation set in. A splitting headache suddenly wracked his skull, the pain overpowering even the terror he felt. Without thinking, his body moved on its own again, and he bolted, running as fast as his little legs could carry him.
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The sun rose high in the sky, casting its golden light over every corner of **Konoha**. Birds chirped in the trees, and flowers began to bloom, yet despite the beauty of the morning, the village was far from cheerful. Every ninja, every civilian, worked tirelessly, their bodies pushing beyond exhaustion to rebuild what had been lost. The weight of the recent catastrophe hung heavy in the air, leaving no room for rest.
Amidst this tense atmosphere, a boy lay on the ground, panting heavily. His breath came in ragged gasps. **"This... looks like my limit for now,"** he muttered to himself, wiping the sweat from his brow. He had just finished running twenty laps around the massive training grounds. As his body ached from the effort, he collapsed onto the earth, catching his breath after the grueling workout.
**"A week has passed since the Kyūbi attack..."** Ren thought, his mind swirling with the events of that terrible day. **"The village is finally starting to stabilize, but even now, I still wake up in this orphanage..."**
The memories of that fateful night flooded back. During the Nine-Tails' rampage, he'd been running for his life, his small legs barely keeping pace with his fear. The sheer terror had driven him forward, but eventually, his body gave out. He'd collapsed, face down in the dirt, the energy in his limbs drained, leaving him vulnerable and helpless. He wanted to get up and flee, but his legs refused to move. It wasn't strength that had carried him that far—it was pure adrenaline.
When his body finally failed him, his consciousness began to slip away. In those final moments before darkness claimed him,Just as the world around him was fading, a Konoha ninja appeared, rescuing him and carrying him to the safety of a secure shelter. He didn't remember much after that—just brief flashes of movement and the distant roar of the Kyūbi as it wreaked havoc on the village.
When he finally regained consciousness hours later, he was lying in a small, makeshift room, propped up against a wall. His body ached, but worse than the physical pain was the pounding in his head. The memories—his memories—began to flood his mind, each one sharper and more painful than the last. He clutched his head as the tormenting wave of recollection surged through him.
For half an hour, he endured the agony, feeling as though his mind was being torn apart. But eventually, the memories began to settle, and he was able to piece together what had happened—both in this world and his own.
The last thing he remembered from that life was falling asleep after a grueling day at college. He had been an ordinary student, with ordinary concerns—exams, classes, friends. But now, in this strange new reality, he had awoken in the body of **Ren Shimizu**, a five-year-old orphan from the Hidden Leaf Village.
And that woman—the one whose lifeless body had been draped over him—had been his mother. A civilian, just like him. She had no powers, no ninja skills. Just a mother trying to protect her child.
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From an early age, he had a natural talent for analysis—a sharp, almost instinctual ability to assess situations and make the best possible decision. This trait had accompanied him into this new world, and it had likely saved his life during the Kyūbi's attack. While others were frozen in fear, his mind had quickly calculated the only viable option: run. If not for that quick-thinking, he would have stood there, paralyzed, and been crushed beneath the chaos.
As the flood of memories from **Ren** came to an end, his body suddenly jolted, as if awakened by an unfamiliar force. A strange warmth spread through him, radiating from deep within his core. It was as though something new, something powerful, was awakening inside him. His mind raced, but thanks to the knowledge he carried from his previous life—a life where he had been a fan of the Naruto —he quickly understood what was happening.
**"Chakra..."** The word echoed in his mind, and a smile slowly spread across his face. He had unlocked his chakra. This early awakening gave him a glimmer of hope—an edge that could mean the difference between life and death in the perilous world of shinobi. He knew what this meant. With his chakra now accessible, he had a fighting chance to survive the dangers that lay ahead.
But just as his excitement began to build, something strange happened. More memories—unfamiliar and disjointed—began to flow into his mind. Unlike the painful headache that had accompanied Ren's memories, these new fragments slipped in smoothly, integrating themselves into his consciousness. It was as if these memories belonged to him, yet... they didn't.
He sat frozen, his mind reeling, trying to make sense of the strange information pouring into his head. These weren't Ren's memories, nor were they his own from his past life. They were... something else entirely.
As the last of the memories settled, his expression turned blank, dumbfounded by what had just happened. None of it made sense. How could these memories, so vivid yet alien, suddenly exist in his mind? What did they mean? Who did they belong to?
The sheer confusion of it all overwhelmed him. After a long pause, only one word escaped his lips:
**"Fuck.."**
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