Dimitry was sitting, curled up on the bench, one hand pressed against his wound. His face was pale, his eyes filled with terror. A stray bullet, ricocheting off the metal, struck him in the chest. He collapsed, an excruciating pain coursing through his body.
But as he was about to dive into the cabin, a wave of dizziness engulfed him. His body, exhausted, refused to obey him. His muscles relaxed, his legs gave way beneath him. He tried to grab onto the door, but his fingers no longer responded to him.
The world began to spin around him, the colors blurred. A deafening buzzing filled his ears, followed by a sudden and absolute silence. The fight ended as abruptly as it had begun.
The criminals, defeated and injured, lay on the ground, leaving behind a scene of carnage and a young man in agony, and a bodyguard who, despite his efforts, had failed in his mission.
Dimitry, losing consciousness, saw his world darken. The last image he saw was that of his bodyguard's grimacing face, an expression of both rage and helplessness.
His breathing slowed, his heart beat faintly, his vision gradually blurred, and his muscles relaxed. A sense of intense cold invaded his entire body, accompanied by a diffuse pain.
The perception of time warped, stretching and contracting.
For Dimitry, a soft light enveloped him, and he felt drawn into a deep tunnel. Faced with the unknown, Dimitry felt intense fear, confusion, and anxiety, but he could do nothing about it.
And so, the young wealthy man, hope of an affluent family, who had never achieved happiness and the freedom of his choices, perished, victim of blind and senseless violence. His shattered destiny would leave behind only the memory of an urban tragedy.
Dimitry opened his eyes. His gaze, still blurred from sleep, fell on a wooden ceiling he did not recognize. His vision gradually cleared, and he became aware of his surroundings: a simple room, decorated with ninja posters and a somewhat familiar symbol on the wall.
"What the!?" He got up suddenly, his last blurry memory being his death at the hands of the criminals.
"I'm alive! They brought me to the hospital." He had a relieved smile on his face. As he got out of bed, he stumbled and fell miserably.
That's when he noticed something; he no longer had his appearance but that of a child. With a bewildered look, his gaze was drawn to the rising sun on the horizon.
Slowly regaining the sensation in his legs, he looked intensely at his reflection in the window. It was no longer his pale and youthful face staring back at him, but that of a stranger not older than three years old.
"Who is this?" he muttered. The reflection depicted a three-year-old child with blond hair and black eyes.
He shook his head as if to dispel the dream.
"Hmm?" As he shook his head to dispel the dream, he couldn't help but notice the landscape through the window. Strangely, the landscape was unknown to him but familiar at the same time, giving him a strange feeling.
"That distant red roof with that Japanese writing in the center seems familiar to me." Being on the upper floor, he could more or less see the passersby below and...
"Ninjas?" "Wait! Where am I? Am I not on Earth?" As he paced back and forth, the air became charged with an invisible electricity, and every pore of my body felt the sensation as if I could almost touch it.
"What is this..." Suddenly, a bright flash appeared, and I had to close my eyes because of the light. ... Upon opening my eyes, I found myself in a dark place. There was no one around me, I floated as if I were in space, I could see stars in the distance.
"Dimitry, or should I say Shikai Nara..." A powerful and mysterious voice resonated in my mind.
"Who are you? And where am I?" I was already dead, so I did not fear death but rather anxiety caused by the unknown.
"I am the one who has reincarnated you into this body, the goddess Matsuya."
'A goddess!?'
"Why? And what's with this Nara nonsense?"
Her powerful voice without intonation echoed once again.
Goddess Matsuya: "I have summoned you here for a mission of utmost importance, Dimitry."
"What mission and why me?"
Goddess Matsuya: "You ask too many questions, and we don't have time. I'll make it brief, young man. I am the god of the rival clan of the Otsutsuki, the Dekamoshi. The so-called world you think is a manga is a parallel dimension that I have created, and what you know is its future, but you don't know everything. The Otsutsuki God has destroyed many planets, I tried to protect this one by placing a barrier, but the barrier is weakening because I have been sealed. In 35 Earth years, the Otsutsuki God who sealed me centuries ago will return with his entire clan. Their goal is to conquer and annihilate all living beings. And to answer your question, I used the last of my remaining strength to attract a soul from another world, luckily, I found a suitable person."
'What a mess, all of a sudden, I hope this is a dream. I have just been reincarnated, but there is a danger worse than I thought on the horizon.'
"This is reality, Shikai..." she retorted.
"How can I prevent this?" I said with a sigh.
Goddess Matsuya: "You just need to become stronger. At least stronger than Kaguya Otsutsuki."
'My face tensed at her words; she's serious. Becoming as strong as Naruto is already a huge goal, since I did not have an understanding of chakra or the training experiences. But I had to become stronger than Kaguya. As if that was possible, incompetent Goddess, you should get off your Goddess butt and save your creation instead of reincarnating me into this mess.'
"I am obviously serious," she said, surprising me because she could hear my thoughts all this time.
"Um... Sorry, Goddess... Can I know in which era you reincarnated me?"
About a minute later, a giant hand emerged out of nowhere and approached me; as it got closer, it became smaller until it reached my forehead.