Amon's eyes snapped open again, and he gasped for air. The world around him was strange—different. The ground beneath him was rough, cold, and uneven. His body felt unfamiliar, as if it no longer belonged to him. He pushed himself up slowly, his breath still shaky, trying to make sense of his surroundings.
Where… am I?
He stood and scanned the area. It looked like a small village, with dirt roads and simple homes scattered across the land. Tall mountains loomed in the distance, their peaks hidden by mist. The air felt different, too—thick with something Amon couldn't quite identify.
He checked his body again, running his hands over his skin. He looked the same—at least on the outside. But his muscles felt stronger, his joints less stiff. He felt alive—alive in a way that didn't match his memories. He wasn't… dead anymore.
And then, it hit him—memories that weren't his own filled his mind. Abilities. Powers that Eira had given him.
He focused, and suddenly, he knew. His body would never age. He always going to be at his peak body. No matter how much time passed, his body would stay the same.
He flexed his hands, testing the strength in his arms. A strange sense of certainty filled him. He wasn't just alive. He was… different.
And then another ability surfaced in his mind: Persuasion. This one is a little trickier than just making his body strong, Persuasion can make his lies into truth just by speaking. While it sounds simple, this might be his strongest ability considering his mission.
The next one Amon didn't even need to understand how. He just thought about a place—a spot by the river, just outside the village—and in the blink of an eye, he was there. The world shifted around him, and suddenly, he was standing in the cool, open air, the river flowing peacefully before him.
But he heared Eira's voice. You can only teleport within this world, Amon. Other worlds are beyond your reach.
The weight of the limitation sank in. He couldn't escape to another world. Not yet.
The next one is Low Precence, pretty self explanatory. His presence is extremely low that even special ways of detection would have a hard time detecting him.
Lastly, he felt something inside him shift again: Adaptation. He could feel the world around him, its energy. It wasn't just the physical surroundings; it was deeper than that. He could adapt to whatever energy existed here, take it in, and use it. Qi from dragon ball or, whatever that was—it was something he could control.
Amon stood still, taking it all in. He was stronger, faster, more powerful than he had ever been. But now, more than ever, he needed to focus. There was a reason he was here. A purpose.
As he walked through the village, taking in the people and the landscape, a strange familiarity tugged at his mind. The architecture, the way the villagers spoke about chakra, the way the air seemed thick with tension—it all felt like something he had heard of before.
It wasn't until he spotted a familiar face in the distance—a built man with a shiny black hair in a bowl cut and it hit him. This wasn't just any world. This was the world of Naruto.
Amon's heart raced. The stories, the battles, the villages at war—all of it was real. And he was right in the middle of it.
But that wasn't his concern. His mission was clear: he needed to find the women in this world, the ones who could provide him with the Yin energy he needed.
He looked around, feeling the weight of his task. This world was full of dangers, but it also held what he was looking for.
Now, he just had to find it.
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Amon stood at the edge of the village, gazing at the horizon where the sun began to dip behind the mountains. His mind raced. He had power now—enough power. Now he had to find a way to gather the Yin energy that Eira had spoken of, and quickly. The journey ahead would require careful thought.
The faces of the women he'd need to approach flickered in his mind, each of them representing an opportunity. He had to choose wisely.
His first thought was Tsunade. She was strong, skilled, and powerful—her chakra alone could be a treasure trove of energy. But there was more to Tsunade than just her power. She was a woman of resolve, stubborn and sharp. Gaining her trust wouldn't be easy, but that only made her a more intriguing target. If he could connect with her, even briefly, the energy she held could be immense. It might take time, but he was patient now.
Then there was Hinata, the shy but kind-hearted Hyuga. Her purity, her heart full of compassion, it could be the key to the Yin energy he needed. He could already see it—her gentle nature would make her an easy target, but he'd have to tread carefully. She wasn't as outspoken as Tsunade, but her spirit was just as strong. And the moment he earned her trust, he could gain everything.
Ino was another name that came to mind. Confident, strong-willed, and determined, she was a powerful mind in her own right, with a will of steel. He could sense something about her—perhaps a bit of pride, maybe even a hidden loneliness. Ino wasn't easy to sway, but once her heart was moved, there was a chance she could become a willing participant in his mission. He needed her energy. He'd have to find a way to connect with her without pushing too hard.
Amon considered his options carefully, knowing that each decision could lead to a different outcome. He'd need to be subtle, to blend into this world and not reveal his true purpose. There was no room for mistakes. Tsunade, Hinata, and Ino were just the beginning. He could already think of a few more—Karin, Sakura, Temari… all of them could hold the kind of Yin energy he needed. But how to approach them? That was the real question.
He turned back toward the village, narrowing his gaze as he set his sights on the task ahead. He wasn't here to play games. This was about survival, about balance. About restoring Eira to her full strength, so that the world—his world—wouldn't fall into chaos.
His first target, he decided, would be Tsunade. He needed to test his abilities, see how easily he could weave his influence on someone of her stature. If he succeeded there, the others would fall into place.
But Amon couldn't shake the nagging thought in the back of his mind. He had power now, but power came with its own set of dangers. In this world, even a single misstep could lead to his undoing. He had to be smart.
His journey had begun, and the road ahead was both exciting and terrifying. But he would succeed.
He had no choice.