Kazeo's eyelids fluttered open, his vision blurry as he adjusted to the dim light of the orphanage room. A sharp inhale filled his lungs, the scent of old wood and damp fabric grounding him in reality. His small hands gripped the rough blanket beneath him, the weight of an unfamiliar body pressing down on his mind.
'So, it's real… I actually reincarnated.'
A strange mix of emotions swirled in his chest—excitement, dread, disbelief. He had expected something after death, but this? Being reborn in the world of Naruto of all places?
His lips curled into a wry smile as he ran a hand through his messy black hair. Tanaka Kazeo. That was his new name. A four-year-old orphan in Konoha, left behind in the aftermath of the Kyūbi's rampage. His new parents—people he had never even met—had died a year ago, leaving him to be raised by the village-funded orphanage.
A bitter chuckle left his throat.
"I actually died from beating my meat to death…" (If you know 🌝🌝)
he muttered. "Goddamn it."
Saying it out loud only made it worse. How many people could say they had literally jerked the life out of themselves?
His past life had dismissed all that ancient talk about life force being tied to sexual energy. Turns out, it wasn't just a myth.
Every indulgence, every careless release—it had drained him, not just physically but spiritually. The doctors might've called it a heart attack, but that was just the surface-level truth. The real cause?
His own recklessness before his life energy and spiritual energy can generate, he jerked off.
Shaking off those useless thoughts, Kazeo sat up, feeling the sluggishness in his limbs. His body wasn't weak, but it didn't feel his yet. His movements were awkward, like wearing a suit tailored for someone else.
'Guess my soul hasn't fully settled in yet. Should be fine in a few days.'
With a deep breath, he focused inward, scanning himself. He wasn't overly skinny, nor was he chubby—decent enough to start physical training. But there was something off. A strange, buzzing sensation thrummed beneath his skin, like an untapped energy waiting to be acknowledged.
And then—a spark.
A wave of warmth surged through his veins, spreading like wildfire, filling every corner of his being with a strange yet familiar presence. He felt as his whole body orgasamed a little and his breath hitched.
'This is… chakra.'
The sluggishness faded almost instantly, his body feeling lighter, sharper, stronger. It was intoxicating—like taking a deep breath after being suffocated for years.
'So this is what it feels like to have chakra…'
His fingers flexed, itching to test this newfound energy. But there was something else, something crucial he had to check first.
If he had reincarnated… then where was his cheat?
Excitement sparked in his chest. He had read enough isekai novels to know the drill. He clenched his fists, whispering under his breath.
"System… Open."
Nothing.
"Status."
Silence.
"Status screen."
Still Nothing.
His jaw tightened. Maybe he had to say it out loud? He tried again—this time with different gestures, even striking a few ridiculous poses.
"…Goddammit."
The hope drained from his eyes as realization set in.
'Those damn novels LIED.'
No system. No golden fingers. No instant power-ups. He had been thrown into this world with nothing but his own will and knowledge.
His fingers dug into his palm, frustration simmering beneath his skin. He didn't need a system. Fine. If he had to crawl his way up from the bottom, then so be it.
Nearly eleven years. That was how much time he had before Orochimaru's attack on Konoha. If he wasn't at least Jounin-level by then, he might as well start digging his own grave.
His stomach growled loudly, snapping him out of his spiraling thoughts.
"…Right. Food first."
Pushing himself up, he walked out of the room, only to be immediately met by three familiar figures.
Yamazaki Shizuka, Miyamoto Haruto, Kazuma.
His roommates. Or rather, his only friends in this orphanage. They had been together for a year now, bound by their shared fate as war orphans. Only Shizuka was before us as her parents died in 3rd Great Ninja war. Others shared his fate.
"Kazeo!" Shizuka's voice was filled with worry as she rushed up to him. "What happened? Why did you scream this morning?"
"Yeah, are you okay now?" Haruto added.
Before Kazeo could respond, his stomach betrayed him.
Grumble.
Silence.
Then, laughter.
The three of them burst into giggles, Shizuka even clutching her sides. Kazeo's face twitched, heat creeping up his neck.
"…I'm starving," he admitted with a sigh. "Let's eat first, then I'll explain."
Still snickering, the trio followed him toward the cafeteria—only for them to run into Kaori.
The orphanage caretaker fixed him with a sharp look, arms crossed. "Kazeo, what are you doing out of bed? The doctor told you to rest."
Kazeo scratched his cheek, offering a sheepish smile. "I know, but I'm hungry."
His stomach grumbled again, much to everyone's amusement.
Kaori let out a sigh but shook her head fondly. "I sent food earlier, but you were asleep. I didn't want to wake you." She gestured toward his room. "Go back. I'll bring you something in a minute."
Kazeo groaned internally but nodded.
"And you three," Kaori turned to his friends. "Make sure he stays in his room. No running around."
"Yes, ma'am," they chorused.
And just like that, his chance to explore was crushed.
Back in his room, he ate quickly before sending his friends off, claiming he needed more rest. The moment they left, his mind kicked into overdrive.
'Roaming just after my chakra was unlocked … that was reckless.'
What if someone had sensed it? What if a Root ninja had been nearby?
Danzo's name alone sent a chill through his spine. The man had already recruited eight orphans from here two months ago.Now there are only 80 children's left here .If he showed even a hint of talent too soon, he'd be next.
His fingers curled into fists.
'No I won't be some mindless tool for Konoha. I need to be careful. I need to be smart.'
For now, he would play the part of an ordinary orphan. No sudden displays of power, no drawing attention to himself.
But in the shadows, he would grow.
Because in this world, strength was the only thing that matter.
He then started thinking about his future plans .
[Hello,Author here !
'What do you think his plans for future will be ? Will he thought of becoming hokage or Want to secure a safe life away from fighting ?'
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