Chapter 2: Waking up

When she woke up this time around. Her body feel like, she's been hit by a truck . Not to mention her eyes. Oh, how they teared up at the sheer brightness of everything even behind closed lids. With what little strength she could find, she threw an arm over her eyes, exhaling in relief when her she can finally move her body. She open her eyes, she was confused.

'What the fuck'

'What happened, am i in the forest?'

She was so scared and confused, causing big fat tears to continuously roll down her cheeks. It strained her eyes so badly that she couldn't help but let loose a whimper. Her trembling hands continued to feel around her, her breathing getting more and more erratic as she felt nothing but grass and pebbles underneath her fingertips.

She didn't know how she came to be sleeping outdoors. And she doubted that she had been kidnapped since she was neither rich nor attractive. As for this being a dream? She has never had such a realistically painful dream before.

With a hand on her chest, she took a deep, calming breath... only to falter when her palm brushed against super big chest. She bit her lower lip as she tried to think of a plausible cause as to why (and how) her boobs were bigger. 'What happened!' Those two plat lumps of little fat that she's going to pass as a male uke, were now bigger.

Before she could fall into massive hysteria, she feels something warm inside her body. She felt her rising emotions get cut off, a whisper of something telling her to calm down and think logically. Shinobi shouldn't allow emotions to cloud their judgment. They needed to be rational.

... But when did she ever become a shinobi?

And as if she had stepped on some sort of forbidden landmine, memories of a life not her own came to the forefront of her mind. They were sparse, but she was getting to a terrible theory of what has happened to her.

This body she took over was named Busujima Akari - her game character. And what little of the memories she had unknowingly triggered gave her nothing but chills. Especially when she 'experienced' them as if she were her. And that wasn't all. She found out that the half-arsed backstory she created for her warped her into something... different. She have her memories, from her childhood, student days, mission, deaths of teammates, patients.

She and she(Akari), however, have a few common traits that disturbed her more than they reassured her. What could be said about her when she and he were so alike in their characteristics? She did, after all, create her with the very intentions of putting herself in her shoes since she was supposed to be her roleplaying character.

The most recent memory was of Akari having an exhilarating (nausea-inducing) trip through the 'final dungeon', slaughtering any person she encounters, before meeting the Rikudō Sennin. And after humoring the old man, a black hole opened up and sucked Akari inside as the final boss said words that made her want to curse him to hell and back.

"You are destined for great things, my successor from another world. Once again, I can not thank you enough for accepting the role of being my world's peacekeeper - and protecting it from the hands of my mother."

She couldn't help but curl into herself.

It can't be...

Had she...

Transmigrated.....

.

.

.

.

While laying on the middle of nowhere, she's been thinking of what she's going to do.

'What to do, what to do'

As much of a Naruto fan I am, I don't feel like saving the world at all. I mean, I'd rather go back to playing with game. I'm not a hero. I'm more of a 'watch the world burn' type of girl'.

Once again, she groaned in despair. This was definitely a stupid 'Transmigration ' scenario. Shouldn't those 'otakus' be the one who took her place? Why a cute little girl of all people? This makes no bloody sense! And that old man...! He called Akari his successor.

Wow. Ok. Take a deep breath... and out. In... and out...

For now, she should check to see if any of the gaming mechanics had followed her here. And then she needed to see if she could defend herself in this 'kill or be killed' world.

"Status." she said out loud.

. . .

Uh. . . Ok

"Well thats dissapointing"

She should try other words just in case, though.

"Menu. Settings. Commands. Options. Friends. Contact GM. Message. Skills. Equip... Inventory?"

She mentally ticked out gaming mechanics from her list whilst grumbling out loud.

"Bugger. What kind of incompetent transmigration shite is this? At least give me something... It's stupid that I don't even have an item box- hn?!" Her half-lidded eyes widened comically as a memory suddenly popped to the forefront of her mind.

Who would've guessed that the game inventory was actually a tattoo-ed storage seal?! It was no wonder she had to spend months of none stop grinding for her Fūinjutsu Skill to advance into Master level in order to upgrade her inventory space! She almost shed tears of happiness when she learned that useful fact.

She was quick to roll up her left sleeve (haha it took him about 10 minutes), her right palm hovering unsteadily over the huge arse QR code tattoo that covered the entirety of her inner wrist to her elbow. It prompted a list of items and equipment to appear in her mind's eye. She couldn't help but sigh in relief when she saw that everything from the game had traveled along with him. She chose a box filled with a few military ration packs and a bottled water.

This body was unfamiliar, but instinctively, she knew that she was out of chakra (depleted, no wonder she was so weak). Perhaps even due to the weird black hole thingy. So the first on her to-do list was to eat and rest. Then she would practice her chakra control and familiarise herself with this body. Afterward, she would find out where and when she had been dropped off... and play it by the ear.

She wasn't getting involved if she could help it.

Nope.

Like hell she would 'save the world' or whatever peace crap the old dude wanted him to accomplish. Leave it to the main characters, yeah? If Naruto and co could defeat Madara and the Rabbit Goddess without any interference from nosy outsiders for the first time around, why should she bother with changing anything? She knew that her shishou[?] (a small memory of an Tsunade ruffling Akari's hair flashed by).

. . .''haahh, these memories "

[To be continued...]