The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the ruined village in hues of gold and crimson. He stood in the center of the devastation, his body aching from the laborious task at hand. Before him lay a massive pit he had spent the better part of the day digging.
One by one, he carried the lifeless bodies of the villagers to their final resting place. Each step was heavier than the last, his heart weighed down by guilt and sorrow.
'They didn't deserve this… whoever they were. No one does.'
He gently lowered another body into the pit, his hands trembling as he tried to avoid looking at the faces. The stillness of the dead was haunting, their silence louder than any scream.
'If this is the Avatar world, it's different then the one I know from the movie . Where are the spirits? The balance? How could something like this happen here?'
As the last body was buried and the pit was covered with fresh earth, he stood over the grave in silence. The wind carried the faint smell of ash, a grim reminder of the destruction.
His gaze drifted to the charred remains of the village. Among the ruins, a few buildings still stood, their walls cracked but intact. He made his way to a small, shabby house that looked sturdy enough to provide shelter for the night.
The interior was barren, the air heavy with dust and decay. He rummaged through the debris, searching for anything useful.
'Food, water, tools… anything that can help me survive.'
Near a collapsed cabinet, he found something unexpected—a pair of kunai knives. He picked them up, turning them over in his hands. They were dulled but still sharp enough to be dangerous.
'Kunai? These don't belong here. The Avatar world doesn't have weapons like this. So why…?'
His thoughts were interrupted when his hand brushed against a crumpled piece of parchment buried under rubble. Unfolding it, he found what appeared to be a map. His eyes scanned the unfamiliar geography until they landed on two words: Land of Fire and Konohagakure.
His heart skipped a beat.
'Land of Fire… Konohagakure... no. That's not possible. This… this isn't the Avatar world.'
The realization hit him like a cold slap. He wasn't in the world of balance and bending he thought he'd been thrown into. This was somewhere else entirely—a world where bending can be considered dogshit compared to jutsus, a world far more dangerous.
'This is the Naruto universe. The Land of Fire. Ninja. Wars. Assassins. This isn't just dangerous—it's brutal.'
He sank to his knees, the kunai slipping from his grasp. His mind raced with the implications, the weight of his situation bearing down on him.
'I was barely prepared to survive in the Avatar world. But here? How do I even stand a chance?'
He forced himself to breathe, to think. Panic wouldn't help him now. He set the map and kunai aside and resumed his search, eventually finding scraps of food that were stale but edible.
As the day gave way to night, he fortified the house as best as he could. Blocking the door with furniture, he kept the kunai within arm's reach. His body begged for rest, but his mind refused to stop.
'Tomorrow, I need to figure out these bending powers. They're the only edge I have. If I can't master them, I'm dead. And I need to know more about this world. Where I am, who's nearby, and what kind of threats are out there.'
He lay on the floor, staring up at the cracked ceiling, his thoughts swirling.
'Whoever brought me here… whatever their reason… I won't let them break me. If this world is going to test me, I'll pass.'
Sleep came eventually, though uneasily. Outside, the wind howled through the shattered village, carrying with it the whispers of danger yet to come.