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let me introduce myself: I am Trish Slade, a university student. I'm a bit of a loner since no one wants to be friends with me due to my skinny appearance. I don't want to force anyone to be my friend, especially if they'd talk behind my back.
To pass the time, I immersed myself in anime and became a certified and well-respected otaku with 5.6 million subscribers on YouTube. My favorite anime is Naruto, and I'm currently watching the Boruto series. I love both series.
People often complain that Naruto and Sasuke have been nerfed in Boruto, but I think that's a silly argument. They're not ordinary shinobi, and in this era, they're not fighting ordinary humans or shinobi. They're battling parasitic beings, like the Otsutsuki, who absorb planets to evolve. It's akin to the idea of someone consuming mystical herbs or crystals in Chinese mythology to gain immense power.
Realistically, how could Naruto even stand a chance against an Otsutsuki who has consumed energy from 10-15 planets? Despite that, Naruto managed to hold his ground against Isshiki in Baryon Mode. People don't seem to realize how impressive that is, even though Isshiki was weakened during the fight. That's a massive achievement that often goes unacknowledged.
Moving on to another point, the Boruto series shows shinobi fighting their ancestors—the Otsutsuki, the very source of chakra. Kaguya was an Otsutsuki, and from her lineage came Byakugan, Hagoromo, Hamura, and eventually the Sharingan and other clan-related Kekkei Genkai. Essentially, the Otsutsuki are the ancestors of all shinobi, the origin of chakra itself.
This makes me wonder why there isn't a true narrative about the existence of a god-like entity to maintain universal order. The Otsutsuki are parasitic beings, going from planet to planet, consuming them, and leaving destruction behind. Why isn't there a higher being to counter them? The shinobi seem helpless against them, and it feels like the balance of the universe is left unchecked.
As I was deep in thought about this matter, I suddenly heard a honk. Turning around, I realized I was in the middle of the street. A loud honk came from my right, and as I looked, I saw a massive truck, engulfed in flames, speeding straight toward me.
Everyone on the sidewalks was shouting at me to move aside, to run, but I couldn't. I was frozen in place, unable to react. Out of nowhere, the truck appeared—almost as if it had materialized—and no one around seemed to notice it until it was too late.
"What the hell is going on?" I muttered, my voice trembling with confusion and fear.
But things only got stranger. The truck sped up even more, flames roaring, and as I glanced at the driver's seat, my heart dropped—there was no one driving.
"What?" I gasped.
Before I could make sense of anything, the truck slammed into me with full force.
Bang!
I woke up in a pure white plane,
I turned to see a man sitting on an enormous throne. The throne was so massive that I felt like an ant in its presence. His face was obscured by a blinding light, so intense that I couldn't make eye contact. I couldn't see his form clearly—only light and the vague silhouette of a man sitting on the throne.
"Who… What are you? Who are you?" I stammered, my voice trembling with fear.
The being spoke, his voice reverberating through the void, shaking me to my core. "I am the Almighty God," he said.
"Huh? Are you… Are you a dead god? Or just some random omnipotent being?" I asked, my confusion and fear mixing into panic.
The being chuckled, his voice calm yet overwhelming. "I am God—not a random omnipotent being," he said. "And the reason you're here? It's because I killed you."
"What?" I gasped, the shock hitting me like a tidal wave. "Why… Why would God want to kill me? Why did you kill me?"
The being's voice softened, but his words carried a weight that pressed against my very soul. "The answer is simple: you were never supposed to exist, my child."
My mind raced, struggling to comprehend his words. "What do you mean?" I managed to whisper.
"Long ago, when Eve ate the fruit of knowledge, it awakened something ancient—something that should never have stirred. It awakened nothingness. The abyss was born that day, and that abyss is known as Roo.
"Roo is a force that defies existence, a darkness that disrupts the balance of creation itself. The Omniverse consists of 99 layers, each with its own representation of a creator or god. The layer you know as the Naruto universe is Layer 33. In the 91st layer, for instance, exists a being you may know as The One Above All, much like the creator in Marvel's mythology. Every layer has its own god or creator.
"But when Roo awakened, it shook the entire Omniverse to its core. Layer 33, your layer, was affected. The consciousness of its creator was incomplete when Roo's influence corrupted it. Instead of fully forming, that creator's consciousness was fractured… and a fragment of it was reincarnated. That fragment… is you."
I froze, unable to speak. The words echoed in my mind.
The being leaned forward, his immense presence almost suffocating. "You, Trish Slade, are the reincarnation of the Representation of creation of Omniverse Layer 33."