I am Jason, in ancient mythological Greece (Naruto)

Our protagonist was reborn in an era in which gods and humans coexisted, and human beings were only tools for the gods. He reborn as Jason, the legendary leader of the Argonauts. Somewhere in Ancient Greece. 

A child was staring at the sky in the lump of a meadow. Repentance, frustration, fear, and longing were reflected in his face. Why?

Some readers will wonder. Well, it all starts...

A 21st-century person returning to Ancient Greece would think that would be the greatest thing that could happen to a person. I, a person who lived in the countryside when I was a kid and studied in town, should not have a problem, right?

How wrong I was... This era, in a way, is torture. But you get used to it after a while. Fortunately, I have not had so many problems since I was born as the prince of the Kingdom of Yolco.

But one day, all this changed. My father's half-brother, Pelias, organized a coup d'état and stole the throne. Thanks to the sacrifice of my parents. I found refuge on Mount Pelion in Thessaly. There, I encountered Chiron, who would become my mentor and guide me alongside other young.

Before I went through this and met my mentor, I thought I had been transported to ancient Greece. But after learning about my mentor and the others, I realized I had ended up in mythical ancient Greece. Especially since my teacher is a centaur! This revelation shattered my perception of reality.

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It has been more than 13 years since I was born, of which I have been training for 5 years.

But as time passed, the task of liberating my incarcerated parents and restoring the kingdom was a hopeless cause. Or, well, that is what my teacher Quiron has let me know little by little, unconsciously.

It all began with a fortuitous meeting with Chiron. He rescued me from a woodland creature while I was on a hunt. Witnessing my plight, he offered to guide me on how to survive in the wild.

Returning to my parents' problem.

The problem is with me. I do not have enough strength or a blessing from the gods.

I, as a person of the 21st century, find it difficult to worship these gods. Before my uncle's problem happened, I never felt the need to worship them.

My thoughts at that time were: who would worship imaginary mythological beings? Well, not so imaginary. Therefore, I was not fit to receive any blessing from any god, since, in principle, I did not believe that such things existed.

How wrong I was.

At this point, others in my position would say, "So why don't you just worship a god already?"

That would be lying, and what the gods hate most is lies. At the most, I could show you a slight respect, but not at the level of worship. And finally, I do not wish to risk the gods discovering my lie. An example is a certain Minotaur locked in a maze.

And well, I do not think I can act against my uncle. All this is due to Poseidon, since Pelias is the son of this god with my father's mother, that is, my grandmother.

There is a law that says no mortal can kill a descendant of a god.

This rule is only to protect the direct children of these, although things are different with the descendants, as demonstrated by Zeus' love adventures with his grandchildren. If a human kills a descendant of a god, it is possible that he will suffer the anger of the deity.

I, Jason, lack significant support. Another obstacle is the oracles, which can warn or guide those favored by the gods.

My uncle knows a prophecy about me, as I discovered when I went to one of them in recent years. The students of Chiron had this privilege, as they were descendants of gods such as Hercules, the son of Zeus.

 It was thanks to Hercules that I was able to obtain this information since I could not because I was not favored by any god.

For the time being, this information is both reassuring and discouraging. At least, I am not a chess piece in the hands of any good, but the fate of becoming one has not yet been ruled out, as my presence is tied to my uncle's prophecy.

Honestly, I do not know what to do. In the last few years, I have been thinking about quitting training and moving away from everything that is about the gods, but I cannot do it until I save my parents.

Thanks to his sacrifice, I was able to escape, but without strength, this desire is impossible. Even having a normal life is impossible because of the monsters and mythological creatures that can easily destroy entire peoples. Besides, there are the caprices of the gods. These are the reasons for continuing Professor Quilon's infernal training.

As the years passed, I realized that, despite the exhausting training, I could never equal the strength of the gods, not even of the half-gods. The most irrefutable proof is Hercules. Despite my efforts in recent years, my strength is not comparable to 5 percent of Hercules' strength.

Even my co-trainers are stronger than I. If you ask me what I am good at, I will say making friends. At least I can ask you for help when I need it.

 Getting their friendship was easier than I thought. All I had to do was whip up 21st-century grub.

Despite all this, I do not agree to rely on other people to manage my destiny.

After I stopped thinking about these problems, I got ready to go home. But before continuing along the way, a strange portal, as if it were a science fiction movie, appeared in front of me, and I was sucked in by it.

What I did not know was that this would be the point that would change my fate and all Greek mythology.