He stepped through the portal.
For a split second, he felt like he wasn't even there. More like... a cloud, or some ghostly mist. No shape. No form. Just floating. Like, come on. He wasn't going to wander around like a damn puff of smoke.
"Ugh, I can't go around looking like a damn cloud," he muttered. "That's just embarrassing. I need to fix this. This is... lame."
So, he did. Because, well, he could. The air around him thickened, buzzing like the world itself was reacting to him. Okay, okay. This is something.
He concentrated, and bam—his body started forming. White hair, eyes glowing sharp blue. Yeah, he was getting somewhere. His face was hidden under a cloth, giving off that "blind swordsman" vibe. Mysterious. Cool. He could work with that.
"Perfect," he grinned, pulling his cloak tighter. "Not bad for a guy who's been sitting in the void for... eons. The look? It's got some mystique. I'm feeling it."
Next, he needed the right clothes. A traditional Japanese outfit. Simple, yet striking. Not trying to be a samurai reject, but something that felt right. Clean. And the katana? Oh yeah. Wrapped in leather with a mix of blue, white, black, and gold. A weapon that screamed "dangerous" but still looked classy.
"Nice. Now, this is how you show up. Blind swordsman with class." He nodded, satisfied with his new look. "Yeah, definitely works."
But then, his mind wandered. It always did. He had power now, sure. More power than he knew what to do with. But power without finesse? Not cool. He needed to get smart about this. Not just stroll in and flex, though it'd be tempting.
The problem? He didn't know how to fight. Sure, he could break mountains, but no hand signs. No martial arts. None of that dumb stuff. The last thing he wanted to do was go around doing hand signs like he was at some magic show. Nah, not for him.
"What, do I have to just punch stuff to make a point?" he muttered. "I mean, I can, but come on. Not my style."
His old life had been... uneventful. Well, except for the whole professional shut-in thing. But that gave him one advantage. He'd read pretty much every martial arts novel ever. Knew every damn technique.
So... why not use it?
He thought for a second. Heavenly Sword Martial Art. Void Step. Celestial Dragon Step. Yeah, that sounded good.
With a snap of his fingers, he absorbed them all. Instant mastery. No struggle. No training montages. Just pure, god-like ability. The techniques flowed through him—perfect.
"Hell yeah. This is what I'm talking about. Why waste time, right?" He laughed, stretching like he'd just woken up from a long nap. "Now... what else? Oh, right. Money. I'm broke as hell."
He glanced around. No currency, no credit, no way to even get a decent meal. Typical. Here he was, in a new world, with powers beyond belief... and nothing to buy a damn thing. Not even a snack.
"Great. Just great. But hey, it's not like I need money. I'll just... get some. Like... magic it into existence or whatever."
He flicked his finger lazily. Money didn't pour from the sky or anything dramatic. Nah. He just made it appear. Neat stacks of crisp bills popped into his hand, like it was no big deal.
"Perfect. No need to beg for change or anything like that," he said, inspecting the bills with a grin. "Not that I would've, anyway. But hey, now I can at least pretend to be normal. Yeah, I'm loaded with god power, but let's keep it lowkey."
He tucked the cash into his cloak—didn't need to show it off. People didn't need to know he was sitting on an unlimited supply of cash. For now, it was enough to blend in.
"Alright. Got the look. Got the power. Got the money. I'm good. Now let's see what the shinobi world's got for me. This... should be interesting."
He took a deep breath, feeling the new techniques hum beneath his skin. His senses sharpened, movements smooth and controlled. No more confusion. He was ready.
And so, he took his first step into the shinobi world. A world filled with power, destiny, and plenty of room for him to mess things up in the best way possible.
"Time to see how this whole thing plays out