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Naruto: The Reaper of Konoha

In "Naruto: The Reaper of Konoha," a young man's life is tragically cut short when he sacrifices himself to save an old man from a runaway truck. However, his story does not end there. Given a second chance by a divine entity, he chooses to be reborn in the Naruto universe, determined to make a lasting impact on the world. A/N: I know my English is bad because English isn't my main language. I created this story to improve my writing skill and grammar. But I'll do my best to keep you guys entertained. Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or it's characters (except the original characters I'll be adding in the future).

S1NN · อะนิเมะ&มังงะ
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New Life

A young boy, no older than five, lay on the ground under the protective shadow of a tree. The sun's light filtered through the leaves, casting speckled patterns over him. A small cat rested on his stomach, its fur a striking blend of white and grey stripes, matching the serenity of the scene. His hand lay gently atop the cat's back, its rhythmic purring a comforting sound.

For anyone passing by, he might have seemed like just another child enjoying a peaceful nap, but as the minutes passed, his eyelids fluttered open, and a sharp pain exploded in his head. He gasped, the sound of birds scattering in response to his sudden movement. Even the cat, startled, jumped off his chest. What the hell was that? His mind reeled as he clutched his head, the pain beginning to subside. "That... that felt worse than being shot," he thought, wincing at the memory.

Shaking his head, he slowly sat up, resting against the sturdy trunk of the tree behind him. He glanced down at his hands, noticing how small and delicate they appeared. I've really been reincarnated... His mind raced, trying to piece together his fragmented memories. Reincarnated... or transmigrated? It hardly mattered. What was important now was that he was in the Narutoverse.

The flood of memories that belonged to this new body surged through him, merging with his own. He touched his forehead, as if trying to contain the rush of information. "So, my name is..." Before he could finish, a distant voice pierced the air.

"Kibishi Senju! Where are you?"

The voice belonged to a woman, her tone both anxious and scolding. He recognized it from the memories that had merged with his own—his mother, Hanabi Senju. She had the look of someone in her late twenties, with jet-black hair streaked with hints of red and deep, piercing blue eyes. She was using a sensory technique to track him, and within moments, she would find him.

Kibishi... so that's my new name, he thought, a strange mix of old and new emotions swirling inside him. And my mother is a Senju? His brow furrowed as he considered the implications. The Senju clan was never confirmed extinct in the anime, but they were barely mentioned... Maybe Kishimoto forgot about them?

The thought amused him briefly before he sighed and stood up, brushing the dirt off his clothes. The small cat nuzzled his legs before darting off, and as he looked up, he saw Hanabi approaching swiftly.

"There you are, Kibishi!" she called, relief evident in her voice, though her expression was tinged with annoyance. "I've told you before not to wander outside the compound for too long."

She stopped in front of him, her sharp eyes immediately noticing the bruises scattered across his small frame. His clothes were dirty and torn, likely from some rough play. He remembered through the boy's memories that Kibishi had tried to challenge a few genin kids earlier and, unsurprisingly, lost badly.

"I'm sorry, Mother," he said, his voice adopting the soft, earnest tone of the body's former owner. "I just wanted to be strong, like Father."

Hanabi's eyes softened at his words, and she bent down to scoop him into her arms. Despite her earlier frustration, the warmth of her embrace was undeniable. So this is what it feels like to have a mother again, Kibishi thought, his mind swirling with mixed emotions. He hadn't had this in his previous life.

As they walked back toward the compound, Kibishi couldn't help but marvel at his surroundings. The architecture, the people—it was like stepping into a living, breathing version of the anime. The towering monuments of the previous Hokages loomed in the distance, just as imposing as he'd imagined. People walked the streets in a blend of traditional and modern attire, some wearing casual shirts and pants, while others donned kimono-inspired clothing, adding to the unique blend of culture.

His small hand clutched his mother's robes as they made their way through the streets, his eyes wide with wonder. Everything was exciting, new, and yet familiar at the same time. This was the Narutoverse, and it was now his reality.

After several minutes, they reached the Senju clan compound. Kibishi looked up at the symbol etched into the front gate—a symbol that resembled a vajra. So this is where the Senju clan lives... It's surreal to be part of this world. His thoughts drifted back to the anime. I wonder if anything's changed...

The cat from earlier had followed them, darting inside ahead of them. Hanabi set Kibishi down at the entrance of their home. "Go clean up, Kibishi. We're having dinner soon."

He nodded, slipping off his small sandals before heading to his room. As he showered and changed, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. A small, innocent face stared back at him—his new face. His hair was black like his mother's, but his eyes held a fierce determination that was all his own. I need to figure out how to use this body properly. I'm a Senju, after all. That must mean I have chakra... right?

Cleaned up, he made his way to the dining area where Hanabi was already setting the table. "What's for dinner?" he asked, trying to sound as excited as the previous Kibishi would have been.

"Curry and rice," she replied with a soft smile, placing a plate in front of him. The aroma hit him instantly, and his mouth watered.

He took a bite, and the taste nearly overwhelmed him. It was richer and more flavorful than anything he'd ever had before. Chunks of tender chicken and beef mingled with vegetables, each bite a perfect balance of savory and sweet. This is the best curry I've ever had, he thought as he devoured the meal, ignoring his mother's gentle admonishments to slow down.

After the meal, Kibishi retreated to his room, his stomach full and his mind racing. He sat at a small desk, pulling out a piece of paper and a brush, just as the old Kibishi would have done. I need to plan for the future, he thought, his expression growing serious. The Chunin Exams, the Fourth Great Ninja War... everything that's coming. I need to be ready.

He paused, looking down at the paper. But first, I need to figure out who I really am here.

"My name is Kibishi Senju," he whispered to himself, the words feeling both foreign and familiar on his tongue. "And my father is... Uchiha?" His eyes widened in shock. A Senju and an Uchiha? The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. No way... that means...

"WAIT! WHAAAT?" he shouted, his voice echoing through the room.

Hanabi rushed into his room in a panic. "Kibishi! Are you okay?"

He laughed awkwardly, waving her off. "It's nothing, Mom... just, uh... something I remembered."

She gave him a look of exasperation before sighing and leaving him alone. As the door closed, Kibishi's thoughts returned to the startling revelation. They must have kept it a secret... no wonder the old Kibishi never knew his father.

He sat back, staring at the ceiling, his mind buzzing with possibilities. So much to figure out... and only a year until the big events start.

Somewhere far beyond the mortal realm, in the vastness of the cosmos, a voice echoed through the void.

"I sent him into the wrong timeline, didn't I?" a figure mused, their voice filled with amusement. "Ah, well. At least I gave him a gift as an apology. Let's see how he handles it."