Chapter 1:New life in the Stone Kingdom

"Freedom!" I cried out loudly as I bolted for the front door, along with my gang of screaming children!

"Last one there has to clean the Pen!" Another boy called out excitedly, pushing and pulling the other children as he made his way forward.

This call made the children who had fallen stand up fiercely. Some did some pushing of their own as they ran forward even harder!

It's not that the pen was that filthy or anything. The Chi-Tories were very clean and hygienic creatures. The only problem was that at this time somebody maintains the pen, and replaces their coop's bedding every once in a while.

The long winter had just passed, and the snow had ultimately melted. Making it mating season, for the Chi-tori this was one of the worst times to be disturbed!

Intruding into their pen at this time can get them incredibly riled up. Leading to the Chi-tori gang-pecking whoever is so unlucky as to be their custodian for the day.

The crowd of children rushed past the adults who grumbled lazily in their beds, ignoring the hyperactive children who gushed to the door, trying to get a little more sleep in before they began their day of hard work.

"KEKKAI! MAKE SURE TO FEED ISAMU BEFORE YOU LEAVE!" A woman called out loudly from behind.

"YES, MOM!" I called back, pausing a moment before bum-rushing the door!

With a loud bang, the heavy wooden door swung open harshly as the children poured out, running into a large courtyard.

Excited, they soon scattered all around to find some entertainment after finally being released from the tight confines of their home.

A slow steady breeze passed through the low grass a small beautiful courtyard. Making freshly bloomed daffodils dance joyously along with the breeze.

The sun had arisen and cheerful bird calls rang out through the forest as if celebrating the changing of seasons with their loud and beautiful calls.

/Ahhh, Spring is the best! Heavy winter here in the clan cooped up in the lodge is the Worst! It's so stuffy piled up together with a bunch of hyper children with nothing to do! / I thought with a wide smile beginning to spread across my face.

Taking a long deep breath of the fresh earthy smell that permeated the air, I walked out of the three-story-tall lodge and jump onto the wooden railing of the porch deck swinging my tiny little legs back and forth as I enjoyed the springtime scenery in front of me.

/Five years, you'd think I'd be able to get used to it but the view is just. Wow!/ I thought, watching as the red sky of dawn slowly pulled up and lit up the long mountain valley that was the Ishigami village.

Large swaths of trees decorated the cliff sides, teeming with people pouring in and out carrying large baskets of fruit, medicinal herbs, and game hanging from their sides.

At the bottom of the hillsides, Large wooden lodges and stone buildings were built along a long stone path leading to a small river bank that split the village in half. Dividing the living area from the training grounds and the market.

/Night City looked fun and all, but here, it's paradise in the Naruto world!/ I thought

Hi, Let me introduce myself, Formally Ken McKoy, native American of Blue Star. Got an opportunity to transmigrate to the world of CyberPunk Edgerunners but for some strange reason, my so-called 'Evaluater' had a change of heart and sent me here, the world of Naruto.

Not that I'm complaining, sure it's a different power system than I was expecting, home of a slew of heavenly children, tons of biological black technology, and aliens making trouble here and there eyeing the world like it was a nice large piece of A1 steak!

But! The benefits far outweigh the demerits of being sent to the slums of Night City! The untapped beauty of the environment alone here is a major plus in my mind!

Now, I'm Kekkai Mēkā, grandson of Patriarch Ryō Mēkā, the leader of the one of most powerful and most decorated Ninja Warrior clans of the Stone Kingdom.

Short black hair, healthily tanned light skin, and a devilishly handsome chubby face that attracts all the ladies my 43 inches of height could manage, and I'm ready to rock and roll! Wait for me just a little longer ladies, I only need to grow about ten more years!

Now, calm down, I know it's nowhere near the Fire Kingdom with our favorite yellow-haired ninja Naruto and his Emo acting boyfriend Sasuke, but I say good riddance! I'm glad I was not born in that toxic village full of aliens and hypocrites! I'm going to do fine on my own!

As for what am I going to do without riding the protagonist's coattails or having a powerful bloodline when the Otsutsuki come knocking?

Hehe, even if I'm not strong enough to burst stars with a single punch, shocking the world with my prowess when I unleash all this (Non-existent) Muscle! My bones from living a spoiled life here in the Kingdom of Stone would most likely become fossil fuels by the time the Otsutsuki get here!

That's right not only did I get sent to the mysterious Warring States era of Naruto, but I'm also a couple of hundred years earlier than even the Legendary Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama!

The hidden stage boss Isshiki is still pretending to be a Monk in the Fire Temple waiting for the rest of the Otsutsukis, either plotting for ways to get revenge on Kaguya or finding a new vessel. A vessel, who I might add, that wouldn't be born for a couple of hundred years.

The Miscellaneous 5-point combat power scum Black Zetsu is most likely unwilling to leave and no longer interfere and play fate with the undying Indra and Asura reincarnations who bounce back and forth between the Fire Kingdom and the Thunder Kingdom.

So unless these two behind-the-scenes black hands for some fucked up reason to mess with little Kekkai who hasn't even refined chakra yet(But I will! Soon!) I think I'll do perfectly fine.

Or at least I hope so.

Anyway, back to my story!

Jumping down from the porch fence, I jogged along the stone path on the side of the house to a large butcher house down the hill.

/Let's grab Isamu's food! The Last time I didn't feed him when dad was out, he raided moms private stash of Lionfish meat, Mom said she will have both of our heads served on a silver platter if he does it again!/ I thought shivering slightly at the memory of my mother's axe spouting flames and her beautiful face twisted into a demonic gaze as she looked down at him while saying that.

This place was run by my aunt, Madoka Mēkā, a beautiful loud, and bossy woman that could make a certain famous head chef in my last life look like a teddy bear.

Seeing some workers hauling large carts full of the local game through the door, I followed behind them and entered smoothly.

"Cousin, can you pass me a pheasant? Itsumis appetite is too much and won't settle for the regular feed we give out in the Pen." I asked one of the teenagers who was pushing a cart of carcasses.

When he turned around and looked down when he saw that it was me and frowned for a moment before reaching into the cart and grabbing a large bird from the cart, and tossing it over to him.

"Thank you, cousin!" I grinned happily while catching it, and was about to leave but a voice sounded from within the shop.

"Are you not going to say good morning to your auntie? Tsk, Tsk, for all the hard work I do to put food on your table, you sure are an ungrateful brat!" A high-pitched voice rebuked from within the butchery.

"Good morning, Auntie Madoka, how was your morning!" I twitched a little before smiling wryly and greeting my aunt.

Out of the shop came a beautiful short olive-skinned woman in her twenties with soft shoulder-length platinum hair trailing behind her as she sauntered out.

This was my aunt, Madoka Mēkā, she is the family secretary and manager, always running back and forth between stocking food, managing resources, and making sure that everything is running in tip-top shape.

If I had anything to say about her, it's that she takes her job very seriously and takes little breaks in between. And anytime she does, it's to tease her husband or the young men in the clan with overly intimate actions.

I don't know whether it's that the genetics in this reality are overly generous or their connection to an omnipotent force like chakra that brings aesthetic benefits.

But from what I have seen, all the women here tend to side with drop-dead bomb shells of a woman. Take my aunt here for an example.

Just her outfit, sporting a black V-neck cardigan that was stressed to hold in against those 40D tits and smooth lean waist, along with some booty shorts, and baggy chap pants that hugged her juicy waist and exposed an abundance of skin from her inner thighs.

This woman was practically a wet dream that anyone would be willing to sell their soul to sleep with. Although the funny thing is that she's already married and with kids but still dresses like this everywhere.

One time I had asked her why she did so and (innocently) if someone ever made any moves on her because of how she dressed or even challenged his uncle for her hand.

She just smiled and lectured me that her husband didn't care about how she dressed. And it would give her an excuse to release tension from her busy schedule. But his uncle was the only one for her and if anyone dared to make a move on her that she would gladly make an embarrassing example out of him.

As a demonstration, Madoka had picked up two small polished pebble stones from the roadside and pinched them between her fingers until they turned to powder and let the debris fall between her fingers with a sadistic look flashing through her eyes, not noticing me slowly back away from her with cold sweat pouring down my back.

Though that knowledge of how this sadistic creature acts, I helplessly still can't escape her greedy claws that always grab me and my cousins and stuff our faces into her abundant breasts.

Not that I have any reason to complain though. Those jugs are fucking heavenly, sadly and fortunately, I don't have the physiological capabilities to enjoy being thrust between those tits.

Sad because I had the mentality but not the form to just stuff my face and rub around. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure that everyone likes to play with boobs. It's just that for the sake of my future generations, I have to pretend to push away and get embarrassed like the other kids.

Though I did sneak in a couple of squeezes before being released.

"Kekkai! My baby boy, of course, I'm terrific, now that you're here!" Aunt Madoka smiled before reaching out to grab me.

But before she could manage to get her claws on me, I hurriedly ducked her grasp and backed up quickly.

"Auntie, please, not today I have to feed Isamu before I have to train for today!" I said while presenting the fowl to her to make my argument more urgent.

"Hmph! Put that back into the cart, Akane and Akiko have already fed that greedy bird more than enough this morning!" Aunt Madoka frowned, putting her hands on her hips, and complained, "I should skin and stuff the damn thing! Not worth all the meat wasted feeding the lazy thing!"

"Please Don't!" I cried out in panic and hurriedly ran over to her side and hugged her waist, I instantly pulled out my best move to prevent my pet from becoming barbeque!

[Rogue Child Style: Snotty Puppy Dog Technique]!

Balling my eyes out with tears and snot running down my nose(Fake! It's Fake! I have a package of fake slime hidden in my pocket for emergencies like this) and looking up at her miserably, I did my best to make my aunt too embarrassed to cook that stupid bird!

Isamu is the only Chi-Tori who is willing to be bonded with me ever since I was born! My mother and father were puzzled at first but ever since I turned three and was sent into the Pen to select a chick, every single one would bolt away from me and the full-grown ones would peck if I tried to ride them.

The only one that didn't avoid me was that dummy Isamu. Looking at me with big silly eyes, he's the only one who followed me everywhere ever since I befriended him(I bribed him with a large juicy flank of steak).

If he's chopped up and served for dinner, then how else will I travel in style around the world when I grow up? Run around and be exhausted whenever I travel? I think not!

"Okay, Okay! Stop! You're getting it all over my new pants!" Auntie Madoka panicked and tried to appease my tears.

"Do you Promise you won't cook Isamu?" I asked pitifully

"I promise! I promise! Now let go!" Madoka could only concede.

"Great! Thanks, Auntie! I'm going off to train now! Bye Auntie, Bye cousins!" As if it was an illusion, I instantly let go with a smile while saying this and took off with a run before she could say anything else.

Leaving a stunned Madoka and company standing there for a second. Shaking her head with a wry smile she turned and motioned for the workers to continue.

Only after a moment, she remembered that large pheasant that I still took with me even though she had said to put it back.

"Kekkai! You greedy kid! You and that bird are the same!" She muttered under her breath,

/Just wait! I can't wait to see your face when you see what Akane has planned for you!/ She thought with a sly grin beginning to appear around her face.

Already having escaped around the corner with his prize, the large pheasant, I grinned and began to (Out of tune, I never learned how to do it properly)whistle joyfully while making my way down the road.

I already knew that she wouldn't cook Isamu, but I had sensed that she was going to make a big deal out of it to embarrass me. If you get past her sadistic drive to embarrass others Madoka is like a doting soccer mom. A lethal and powerful soccer mom that likes to either crush her opponents with raw strength or cut them to pieces in the blink of an eye.

So instead of wasting time and dignity, I decided to strike first! Sorry Auntie, but thanks for the meal! Drooling as I imagined how this meat would taste after I roasted it over a fire with Grandpa after training, I made my way to my destination.

After about twenty minutes of casual walking. I arrived at a small mountain that was my grandfather's training grounds.

Taking the bird and setting it to the side, I went into a small shed that sat a the bottom of the mountainside. Coming out with some twine and a thick rope, I sat on the roadside and began to stretch and warm up.

After taking a few minutes to stretch and limber myself, I took the bird and tied it to my back, and then took the short but heavy rope and held it on both sides.

Taking a breath and looking up the mountain trail, I began to swing the rope and hope along the path.

Yes, I do train using a jump rope, it's a pretty neat exercise that can work on my agility and control. Much better warmup and workout than pushing my body to the limit with those destructive high-rep strength and endurance exercises that many other protagonists like to use fanatically in their novels.

It takes time to build up a body and doing that kind of thing without good genetics or proper planning is a huge mistake! I don't (I'm a little Jealous)care about whatever plug-in or golden finger the author throws out, most protagonists are either geniuses or pretend their trash while working with overpowered gifts and abilities.

Even throwing them into such powerful bloodlines as the mainline Otsutsuki like the Uchiha, Uzumaki, Hyuga, and Senju.

I'm satisfied with the regular little old me. I don't need any Sharingan or Wood style, I have perks of my own!

Well, I do guess that everyone in this world is a little too good in genetics compared to my original world with the benefits of Chakra and everything.

But these things take time and I'm not willing to die young from random inner injuries, hidden diseases, and dark wounds before making my mark in this world!

Steadily increasing my pace, I hopped and skipped my way up the mountain while making sure to keep my balance and prioritize my footing.

By the time I had made it three-quarters of the way I had already begun to sweat, so I decided to switch up the routine, letting the rope settle behind me while throwing jabs and hooks into the air every 2 steps.

When I fully made it up the mountain and into a small clearing, my face was completely red and I was drenched in sweat.

However, I still had my breathing under control and was about to start the second part of my workout.

Only a booming voice called out from in front of me in the small clearing.

"Kekkai! You're late! Akiko and Akane have already been training for over an hour now, what took you so long?" A tall muscular giant boomed from a raised stone platform in a lotus seated position.

"Mom had kept me and everyone else locked up inside the lodge! I only had time to get lunch Grandpa!" I smiled and jogged up to him while setting down the rope and showing him the large pheasant that I brought with me.

"Good! Place it over there. I will cook while you begin training with Akiko." The Giant, my Grandpa, smiled and dismissed me to join my cousins inside the clearing.

When I took off my shoes and joined two small girls who were jogging back and forth from one end to another on a large stone platform, they had stopped training and looked at me.

"Kekkai! Kekkai, run! You in big trouble!" The smaller of the two hurriedly grabbed onto the other and warned me to run.

"What do you mean, what trouble am I in?!" I opened my eyes wide in surprise and asked her.

Except she didn't get to answer, instead her sister who was being held by her immediately broke free and roared at me with a heavy blush across her face and a trembling finger.

"Kekkai! I'm challenging you to a Quincerra! Whoever wins gets to pow-pow-boink the other and take them home!" She shouted righteously

Only, I had cold sweat pouring down my back at the words that came out of her mouth. The little girl was right, I am in trouble, BIG TROUBLE!