Chapter 1: Reincarnation

-Afterlife-

In the timeless depths of the underworld, Isaac Owl, the notorious crime lord of New York, endured millennia of purification, navigating the fiery trials of hell's inferno. Now, his soul stood on the cusp of reincarnation, having shed the burden of his sins through ages of torment.

Ready to embrace a fresh existence, he awaited the cleansing of memories that would accompany his return to the land of the living—a chance to seek redemption and, perhaps, find his way to heaven in his next life.

Through the ages, he bore the weight of unimaginable suffering, a consequence of the sins he committed during his reign as a ruthless mafia kingpin. Murder, abduction, theft, adultery—his life had been a tapestry woven with the darkest threads of human vice, each misdeed leaving its indelible mark upon his soul.

Yet within the fiery embrace of hell, a change stirred within him. Eons of torment had compelled Isaac to atone for his misdeeds, molding him into a reformed individual—not entirely righteous yet no longer shackled by sheer wickedness. His moral compass, once skewed, had tilted towards a realm of neutrality, shedding the extremes of his past life.

Amidst the fleeting moments of clarity within the cycle of reincarnation, Isaac managed to catch a glimpse of the reincarnation law—a cosmic rule that presides over the process of reincarnation. This revelation occurred as he observed enigmatic threads connecting to the flowing souls destined for reincarnation.

With these newfound insights, his understanding of the reincarnation law deepened over time, eventually allowing him to gain a minuscule measure of control over his destination and enabling him to retain memories that would otherwise be erased, like the many souls flowing alongside him.

This achievement was only made possible by his sheer willpower, which had been forged in the depths of hell, and his unwavering longing for life to return after enduring eons of suffering. In light of this, he permitted himself to be carried along the path of the reincarnation cycle, traversing the universe and bearing witness to the grand schemes of celestial bodies within it.

Following this, he devised a technique that empowered him to manipulate the threads of fate by leveraging his comprehension of the reincarnation law. This newfound ability enabled him to exert some influence over the reincarnation cycle.

This power had granted him god-like abilities that transcended mortal boundaries, venturing into realms beyond life and death. With this technique, he had the ability to change the fate of the whole universe by controlling the paths of the souls that died.

He had the capacity to dispatch compassionate, intelligent individuals with their memories intact, who would greatly benefit civilizations, or alternatively, send individuals with dark hearts and lingering resentments, thus causing destruction if he so wished.

During the development of this technique, he came to the realization that there were, in fact, other universes beyond the one he currently resided in. This revelation occurred when he observed paths diverging from the reincarnation cycle during his journey around the universe as a soul. Upon closer examination using his newfound technique, he discerned that these paths were connected to other universes.

Among these universes, he identified some, including One Piece, Attack on Titan, Lord of the Rings, and several other fictional realms. His profound shock occurred when he confirmed this conclusion by sending a soul through these paths, and that soul was able to exist within those alternate worlds and had achieved great power.

'I am able to journey to the worlds that I could only dream about now,' Isaac thought, once he had gotten over the initial shock, and he was filled with excitement at the prospect of visiting these extraordinary realms.

One world in particular was Naruto, a realm teeming with hidden villages and ninjas. It held a special place in his heart, as it was the first anime he had ever watched, invoking a sense of nostalgia within him.

With that objective in mind, he embarked on a quest to find a path leading to the world of Naruto. After a brief yet determined search, he successfully located the path to the Naruto universe. Passing through this path, he liberated himself from the clutches of the reincarnation cycle he had been bound to for so long.

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-Land of Ancestors-

In the heart of a captivating country adorned with numerous farming villages, each embraced by quaint small forests, lay a vast and shimmering lake. The villagers ingeniously harnessed this life-giving reservoir for irrigating their flourishing crops, forming the cornerstone of their sustenance.

Amidst this enchanting landscape, a majestic and colossal tree named Shinju, often called the "god tree," stood as a profound symbol of the intertwined threads of myth and reality. The saga of the Shinju began with a celestial event—a seed descended from the heavens as a meteorite, embedding itself within the earth's embrace.

From this celestial seed, the Shinju arose, its growth seemingly spurred by the very essence of the land it called home, nourished by the blood of those who had left their mark upon the earth.

This celestial tree possessed a vast and potent amount of an unknown power which would, later on, be known as Chakra. At the time, no one had harnessed this power yet, and it was proprietary to the Shinju. Every millennium, the Shinju would yield a fruit rumored to contain a portion of its strength, and it was forbidden to approach the Shinju, let alone hold or consume its fruit.

Guiding this remarkable country through its rich tapestry of history was a dynasty of emperors who held the sacred role of governance. Among these rulers was Emperor Jomei, the current monarch, who etched the legacy of his ancestors deep into the contemporary era through his commanding ruthlessness and unparalleled military prowess, earning him widespread renown.

Amid the echoes of history, within a cottage that seemed to be from ancient times, cries of anticipation filled the air. Soon, a female voice broke through the excitement, proclaiming, "Your Majesty, it is a boy! Congratulations!" She held a small baby with dark, curious eyes, a new life joining the intricate weave of the nation's ongoing story.

Amid the scene, a rugged man's voice cut through, "Hahah, it is good that our family has welcomed a son before those from the Land of Sore." Laughter accompanied his words as he tenderly stroked the baby's head, his eyes glinting with a mixture of pride and joy.

"Your Majesty," the woman's voice quivered, a note of worry lacing her words, "the mistress has passed away during childbirth, leaving the young prince behind."

Indifference dripped from the man's response, "It matters not; she found usefulness only in her final act. I could only hope that her son will be more useful than her."

Their relationship had been marred from the start—forced together by the mandates of their country, preventing him from forging a connection with his childhood friend. Thus, he harbored resentment toward his now-dead wife.

"Summon the caretaker for my son and spread the word of a banquet," the man ordered as he moved toward the main hall, intent on preparing for the gathering of guests.

With a gentle touch, the woman meticulously swathed the baby boy in layers of soft cotton wraps. The chill of November's cold weather hung in the air, and her actions were a testament to her steadfast resolve to shield the fragile life she cradled from the threat of a common cold or other illness.

"Sigh," the maid's voice held a note of weariness and concern, "I hope the grip of winter loosens its hold soon. With the ongoing war, our stores are dwindling, and I fear we might face scarcity." She carried the child back inside, her arms cradling the young one, intending to put him down for his rest.

As she gently laid the baby down in his crib, the flickering candlelight danced across the room's walls, casting shadows that seemed to echo the uncertainties outside. The small abode was a sanctuary amidst the challenges of war and harsh weather, a place where the threads of life and survival were woven together with delicate care.

The child's dark eyes blinked, seemingly absorbing the world around him even in his slumber. Outside, the winds whispered secrets of distant lands, while the fires of hope and resilience burned in the hearts of those who braved these trying times.

In the main hall, preparations for the upcoming banquet were underway. The clinking of utensils and the murmur of hushed conversations mingled with the aroma of hearty dishes, a brief respite from the weight of the world.