**Chapter 1: Farewell to a Marathon**
It was 6:38 AM, and the dim light of dawn crept through the living room blinds, casting a pale glow over the disaster that was Kirito's apartment. He'd finally done it—finished his *Naruto* marathon. Eight days straight, no breaks, no distractions (other than the occasional bathroom trip and food delivery). His body had been glued to the sofa for so long that when he finally stood up, it sounded like a fireworks display. Crack. Pop. Creak. He was pretty sure his spine made a sound no human body should make.
"Man, I'm getting old," he muttered to himself, rotating his stiff neck. A glance at the clock reminded him of just how long he'd been at this. He hadn't binged like this since his college days, back when *Naruto* was fresh, and he had more energy and fewer back problems. Now, in his thirties, he wasn't just a guy who liked *Naruto*—he was a full-on hermit, dedicated to his couch and his anime marathons.
As he shuffled to the kitchen, rubbing his sore legs, his mind wandered back to the world of *Naruto*. It had been ten years since he'd first watched the series, and it still amazed him how deep the story was—how Kishimoto created this epic saga of ninjas, betrayal, and, of course, an insane amount of *talk no jutsu*.
He remembered his old days of reading *Naruto* fanfiction, fantasizing about being part of that world. *Man, how cool would it be to have a system, like one of those gamer systems in those fanfics?* he thought. *I'd probably be Hokage by now... or at least I wouldn't be living off ramen and takeout.*
His refrigerator was an archaeological site. He dug through the shelves(a Herculean task, considering the state of his fridge), pushing aside expired takeout containers and unidentifiable food items, until he unearthed a sad-looking container of leftover ramen. "Eh, good enough," he declared, tossing it into the microwave and watching it spin like a mini tornado. His thoughts drifted to the characters he'd grown to love—or love to hate.
"I swear, if Minato had just used his damn brain, Kushina would still be alive. Like, dude, you're the *Yellow Flash*—you could've just teleported her somewhere safe! But nooo, let's fight Kurama right next to her! Genius move, man. Real father of the year material." He sighed, remembering all the unnecessary deaths. Jiraiya, Shisui, Itachi—*so many good characters, gone because of stupid decisions*. He shook his head. "And don't even get me started on Neji's 'fate' nonsense. Really? 'Let fate decide'? Dude, you're a Hyuga prodigy! You could've *chosen* to live, but nah, go out in the dumbest way possible."
The microwave beeped, and he grabbed the steaming plate. He plopped down on his bed and started eating, still grumbling. "And Sasuke... what the hell was *that* relationship with Naruto? Half the time it felt like a love story with too much emotional baggage. Bromance, my ass. Just kiss already and get it over with!" He snorted to himself, feeling a bit better after ranting.
As he ate, his thoughts drifted to the one *Naruto* sequel that had managed to ruin his mood: *Boruto*. Oh, how excited he'd been when the sequel was announced. Finally, more ninja adventures, more *Naruto*! And then... *Boruto* happened. Fifty-five episodes in, and he was done. He dropped the chopsticks onto his plate, a wave of disappointment washing over him. "Seriously, they took the greatest ninja story ever told and turned it into a half-assed teen drama. Thanks for ruining my childhood, guys."
He sighed deeply, taking another bite of his food when—*GAG!* His eyes bulged. Something was wrong. Very wrong. The food was lodged in his throat, and panic set in. He stood up quickly, dropping the plate on the floor, and bolted towards the kitchen. *Okay, okay, stay calm, just need some water—*
And then... disaster struck.
His foot caught on a shirt lying in the middle of the floor—the one he'd thrown off in a fit of laziness a couple of days ago—and down he went. *BAM!* His head hit the floor with a sickening thud, and he lay there, dazed. "Great... now I'm gonna die in a room that looks like a landfill," he thought.
The good news? The food had dislodged itself from his throat. The bad news? His head was now bleeding like a murder scene in one of those true-crime shows. "Awesome," he groaned, grabbing the shirt that had betrayed him and pressing it against the wound. *I knew I should've done laundry*.
Dizzy, he reached for his phone on the kitchen counter, fumbling as blood dripped onto the floor. His vision was starting to blur, and he knew he needed to call an ambulance fast. But as his trembling hand hovered over the screen, his mind was elsewhere. *If I survive this, I'm totally cleaning my room. And maybe getting a maid. A hot maid, like one of those anime maids—wait, focus!*
But it was too late. His fingers slipped, and the phone clattered to the ground, the screen flashing before going dark. His last coherent thought before the darkness took him was a sarcastic whisper in his mind: *Well, at least I'm not choking anymore. Silver linings, right?*
And just like that, Kirito blacked out, lying
in a pool of blood, surrounded by the chaos that was his life.
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Darkness enveloped Kirito, thick and suffocating, like he was trapped in a giant, overstuffed pillow. He blinked, trying to adjust to the void around him, but it was no use. Just as he started to think he might be stuck in the world's most boring dream, a glowing blue screen flickered to life before him, cutting through the darkness like a neon sign in a deserted alley.
"Existing Player or New Player?" the screen flashed, the text bouncing slightly as if taunting him.
Kirito stared at the options, dumbfounded. *This can't be real,* he thought. *I'm not just some RPG character. This is like something straight out of a fanfic I read ages ago.* A sense of disbelief washed over him, mingled with an undercurrent of excitement. He had always fantasized about starting a new life, one where he could finally leave his lazy, ramen-filled existence behind.
"Maybe this is just a dream," he muttered, scratching his head. After a moment of hesitation, he clicked on *New Player*, his heart racing like a ninja escaping an angry mob of villagers.
A new screen opened, filled with various boxes and requirements that made him feel like he was filling out an application for ninja school. He took a deep breath, staring at the fields before him: *Name, Father's Bloodline, Mother's Bloodline, Era, Hair Color, Looks Percentage, and other random things that seemed like a Saturday night trivia challenge.*
*Let's see...* "Kirito," he typed, his heart pounding with every keystroke. Next up, hair color. "Greyish white." He chuckled at the thought. *Just like my current hair, only less... bedraggled.*
When it came to his father's bloodline, he hesitated. "Uchiha," he selected, feeling a surge of pride. He had always admired the Uchiha clan's power, even if they were a bit dramatic at times. But when he got to his mother's bloodline, his finger slipped, and he accidentally double-clicked the box. Suddenly, a new tab opened, revealing options for both his grandmother and grandfather's bloodlines.
"Wait, what?" Kirito stared, shocked. *Is this even allowed?* He tried double-clicking on both names, but nothing happened. "Guess I can't go full genealogy nerd here," he muttered. After some deliberation, he selected his grandmother's bloodline as *Senju* and his grandfather's as *Hyuga*. He felt like a mad scientist mixing and matching powers.
Returning to the main tab, he was surprised to see his mother's bloodline box now had both *Senju* and *Hyuga* listed. "Oh, this is going to be one convoluted family reunion," he said to himself, chuckling. He followed the same pattern for his father's bloodline, selecting *Uchiha* for his grandfather and *Uzumaki* for his grandmother.
Feeling accomplished, he clicked *Next*, only to be greeted by a tick box that made his eyes twitch uncontrollably. "Terms and Conditions?" he exclaimed, almost laughing. "Why do I even bother? Like I'm going to read this! But fine, let's see what disaster awaits."
He clicked the box, and what he read made him wish he hadn't. The text was simple yet chilling: *Whatever happens to you is none of our concern. You are already dead, and you cannot file a complaint against us if you die again.*
Kirito's eyes widened, and he laughed nervously. "Great, just what I wanted to hear—my new life comes with a disclaimer! What a steal." With a resigned sigh, he clicked *Okay*, bracing himself for whatever came next.
As if on cue, darkness reclaimed him.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in another dark space, but this time it felt different. He wasn't in some void anymore; he was in a room. A dimly lit room filled with four bunk beds, and he was one of the sleeping children. Kirito rubbed his eyes, taking in his surroundings. The air smelled faintly of old socks and something he couldn't quite place—maybe childhood dreams?
He glanced out the only window in the room, and his breath hitched. In the dim moonlight, he could see the unmistakable faces of the three Hokages etched into the mountainside. The stone faces glowed faintly, like they were watching over him, and the sheer enormity of it all hit him like a freight train.
"Holy crap! WtF is it really real and not a dream " Kirito erupted, unable to believe but the feeling of moving touching is so real it can't be a dream he thought is it real then "I'm in *Naruto*! This is real! I'm actually here!"
He tried punching the wooden wall and he felt stinging pain and pain was too real to be a dream the sound from punching wooden wall quickly woke up some of the other kids, who groggily shouted at him to shut up and go back to sleep. "Sorry, sorry!" he said, waving his hands defensively. He lay back on the bunk bed staring at the bead above his head , his heart racing with adrenaline.
But sleep was the last thing on his mind. *I'm in *Naruto*! I can't believe this!* The realization sank in, and he felt a wild thrill surging through him. *What am I going to do? Train to be a ninja? Make friends? Find my way into some epic battles?*
Kirito couldn't stop grinning, his excitement bubbling over. "I can't wait to see how this turns out!" he whispered to himself. "But first, I need to get through this night without waking everyone up again. Maybe I should practice my stealth like a true ninja... or just try not to snort while I'm laughing."
So for now lets first check if I still have that gamer system like screen
*Status*
I whispered in a very low voice
*END OF CHAPTER ONE*
-----------Authors thought
So hey everyone this is my first fanfic ever i choose naruto because i like naruto fanfic myself tell me about your thoughts on the first chapter
Thanks for reading..