Prologue

9:02 PM

As I watched Naruto getting sealed by Kawaki, a searing pain gripped my heart.

"Look how they massacred my boy..." I muttered under my breath, the words tasting bitter on my tongue.

In a fit of frustration, I hurled my phone across the room and flopped onto my bed.

My disappointment was immeasurable, and my day was ruined.

At the end of the day, it was just a story. If the world of Naruto existed for real, things might have turned out differently.

"Maybe it's the writer's fault. My man became Hokage, and they still couldn't resist portraying him as an idiot and a loser."

ARGHH!!!

I screamed into my pillow, muffling the sound so I wouldn't wake my kid.

"Fuck this shit. Imma go to sleep!"

Today was an absolute disaster. I stumbled through the door an hour past my curfew, and boy, did I pay for it. My wife, who's usually all sunshine and rainbows, morphed into the devil incarnate faster than you can say "late for dinner."

It's like witnessing a werewolf transformation, but with more yelling and less fur.

Gotta love marriage, right?

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(TIME-SKIP)

8:22 PM

As I drove home, my thoughts drifted to Boruto.

Kurama has been reborn inside Himawari!

Things were getting interesting. Kurama mentioned that Himawari had the greatest compatibility with him. Did that mean that she would be stronger than Naruto?

It would be fascinating to see how this would impact the story, especially since Kurama wasn't around when Eida hypnotized the entire world. He will definitely play a major role in exposing the true identity of Kawaki.

I still hadn't forgiven the writers for massacring my boy, but what could I do? I hated every chapter, yet I still crossed off days on the calendar, eagerly awaiting the next one. I didn't have much going on in my life.

On the other hand, Jujutsu Kaisen was wild.

Kenjaku once said Yuta couldn't be the next Satoru Gojo, and Yuta took that personally.

I don't think he is going to last five minutes, to be honest. Sukuna's just gonna get the satisfaction of pissing on Gojo's body twice.

As for Sukuna, he is like a cockroach, mf survived everything thrown at him.

He has a fantastic set of abilities: Malevolent Shrine, Fuga Fire shit, Soul Manipulation, World Cutting Slash, Mahoraga-chan save me command, and, of course, plot armor.

My boy Naruto could have used those abilities in Boruto, especially the plot armor.

I arrived home and parked the car in the garage. As I opened the door, my foot hit something small and plastic. Looking down, I saw a Ben 10 Azmuth toy.

My little girl loved this toy.

It made me think of Naruto—he could've used some of Azmuth's intelligence. Maybe then, people wouldn't have disrespected him so much.

But my little angel hugged that toy all the time, even in her sleep.

So why was it here, on the floor?

I patted my body where I usually kept my gun. It was there.

I shook off the odd feeling and grabbed the door handle, pushing it open.

*Creak~

I made my way to the kitchen, hearing someone moving utensils.

There she was, my wife, cutting vegetables. I put on a smile and walked over to her.

"Hey, love," I said, giving her a quick kiss.

"Hey..." she purred, her tone oddly soft.

I glanced down at her ankle; it was bandaged. She did say she fell down the stairs yesterday on the phone.

Perhaps that was when...

"Let me help you with that," I said, reaching for the knife in her hand.

*Splat!

Blood sprayed as I stabbed her and pulled the knife from her neck, my voice cold and steady. "Show yourself."

Men poured into the kitchen from all directions with rifles in their hand, emerging from shadows and corners where they had been hiding in plain sight.

Damn, I lost my edge, didn't I?

"Your skills have degraded, though I must say, I'm proud you saw through that," an old man in a pristine white suit remarked, his voice dripping with patronizing superiority. His face was one I knew too well. He pointed at 'my wife,' who was now convulsing on the floor, her lifeblood pooling around her.

"Purring at me lovingly like that after I come home late? You should've chose a better actor honestly."

"Human relations were never my strong point," he said, pausing to savor the moment before adding, "Son."

I ignored that, he didn't deserve to be called my father. "I assume my family is dead?"

"If you're referring to the monkeys you call wife and daughter, yes," he said with a grin that made my blood boil. "But your dear father is still very much alive."

"Not for long."

The rage within me exploded.

*Bang!

...

..

.

"Guess my skills haven't degraded all that much, eh?" I muttered, sitting on his chest, bloodied and beaten. They'd done quite a number on me, and I could feel life slipping away. I knew I didn't have much time left.

But at least they didn't get away scot-free.

Every one of his men lay dead around us, their lifeless bodies strewn across the kitchen floor. And now, he too was on the verge of death.

With a trembling hand, I picked up a sword and pointed it straight at his head. "Any last words?" I asked, my voice steady despite the pain.

He coughed, a wet, gurgling sound, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth. He looked up at me and whispered, "Your place was by my side."

*Slash!

I separated his head from his body and used the sword as a crutch to stand. Every muscle screamed in protest, but I had to see them one last time.

During the fight, he'd revealed the location of my family's bodies. I staggered over to where they lay, the sight of them almost too much to bear. My wife, my daughter—gone.

Tears slipped from my eyes as I knelt beside them. "All this strength, and I couldn't even save my family," I whispered, my voice breaking. The mountain of corpses around us seemed to mock my failure.

I looked at my wife, her face serene even in death. "In my next life, I'll make sure to always be on time," I promised softly.

Turning to my daughter, my heart shattered all over again. "I couldn't love you enough in this lifetime, but I'll make sure to give you all the happiness in the world next time around."

With that, I closed my eyes and, with a final, determined breath, sliced off my own head with the sword.

[Ding! Conditions fulfilled!]

[Individual's desires were monitored!]

[Based on desire, the world of Naruto has been selected.]

[Based on desire, the body of Naruto Uzumaki has been selected for reincarnation.]

[Assigning the body, individual Sukuna Ryomen's abilities.]

[Assigning the body, individual Azmuth's intelligence.]

[Due to the conflicting nature of the world and Cursed Energy, the power of Sukuna Ryomen has been modified to use Chakra instead of Cursed Energy.

Reminder: Individual Naruto Uzumaki retains all the abilities Sukuna Ryomen once possessed.]