Ch 1: Awakening in the Aftermath
The world spun in chaotic turmoil as dust and debris filled the air, the aftermath of the Hidden Sand's attack on Konoha. Amidst the chaos, a figure lay motionless, unconscious, as if borne from the very wreckage itself.
The figure or the person didn't look like an adult but just a child who couldn't be more than 12 years old.
A soft groan escaped the lips of the fallen figure as consciousness slowly returned. Blinking against the harsh sunlight filtering through the dust-filled air, they struggled to make sense of their surroundings. Memories flickered in their mind like shards of broken glass, disjointed and fragmented.
"Where...am I?"
'Wasn't I just sitting in my room and watching the new Solo levelling episode'
The question echoed within his mind, unanswered and haunting. It felt as if they were caught in the midst of a dream, one where reality blurred at the edges and truth remained just out of reach.
Thinking hard, he couldn't make any sense about his current situation, but maybe because he couldn't, he was still able to stand and look around to find his situation.
Slowly, he pushed himself upright, wincing as a dull ache throbbed through their body. The landscape around them was a scene of devastation, buildings reduced to rubble and flames licking at the remains of what once stood proud.
With trembling hands, they reached up to touch their face, their fingers tracing the lines of unfamiliar features. Who am I? The question lingered, a puzzle waiting to be solved.
In the distance, the sounds of shouting and the clash of weapons drew their attention. Squinting against the glare, they could make out figures moving amidst the chaos, warriors locked in battle.
'Hokage… kage… konoha…'
The names whispered through his mind, familiar yet distant, like echoes from another life. Something stirred within them, a sense of familiarity to this world and its inhabitants.
Pushing aside the confusion, he rose to his feet, determination sparking in his eyes. Confusion still lingered but there was a sense of familiarity which helped him to Stand.
If this was truly the world of Naruto, then he would find his place within it. He would forge a new path, one born of both their past and present selves.
With each step forward, they embraced the uncertainty of their newfound existence, ready to face whatever trials lay ahead. For in this world of ninjas and hidden villages, He would discover the true strength, or a place or role. Now the only need was to find out about his situation.