Naruto: Ninja In Tokyo

This is a translation of a Chinese fanfic and I have chosen to translate it after reading it full, it doesn't have that many themes of nationalism so people with slightly broader view can enjoy this novel.

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"Uchiha?"

"Uchiha... my name is Uchiha Mei? Have I been transported into the Naruto world?!"

In a private hospital room in Nakano, Tokyo, a black-haired boy with bandages around his head murmured in confusion and fear.

The name Uchiha is well-known in the world of ninjas, but their fate was tragic. The name Uchiha Mei was never mentioned in the original work, and likely, he and his family would face a similar end.

However, as he gazed out the hospital window, the modern streets filled with cars, towering steel buildings, and the fashion of men and women in the 21st century were all vastly different from the ninja world he remembered.

"Could this be the timeline after Boruto?"

More memories surged from deep within his body, intertwining the past and present. The boy's head throbbed as he struggled to make sense of it all.

This was indeed Tokyo, Japan. The world's history, geography, and culture were incredibly similar to his previous life. However, some differences existed.

For instance, many famous creators in the arts were not the same as in his previous life, and there was no such thing as Naruto, the iconic manga.

So, this wasn't the future of the ninja world but rather a parallel modern-day Tokyo.

"It turns out to be a coincidence; I just happen to have the surname Uchiha. In this life, my family and I are ordinary people. We don't train with shurikens or spit fire. The relatives from the Uchiha family living in the countryside of Shizuoka Prefecture are simple farmers and craftsmen, not ninjas."

After sorting through his memories, the boy finally felt relieved, allowing a smile to emerge.

It was as if he had narrowly escaped death.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary worker. While he loved the Naruto manga, no one would choose to live in the dangerous, war-torn ninja world—especially not as a member of the Uchiha clan, whose name was written in the book of death.

In reality, the surname Uchiha didn't even exist in Japan in his previous life. It seemed that having the surname Uchiha in this life was purely a coincidence in this parallel world.

"I can't believe I regained my memories from my past life after living here for fifteen years! But how did I end up in the hospital?"

Just as the thought surfaced in Uchiha Mei's mind, a sharp pain stung his left cheek, sending a chill down his spine that paralyzed half his face.

Midnight... a black car... a car crash...

An old apartment... a crime scene... a test of courage...

A woman in a white dress...

It all came flooding back. The night before entering high school, he wandered around late at night and suddenly ran into the street, only to be hit by a passing black Toyota Century, flung several meters into the air.

At first glance, it seemed like Uchiha Mei had simply lost his mind, but there was more to the story.

His family lived in the southern part of Nakano, Tokyo, in Yayoi Town. A few days ago, there was a murder in a cheap apartment not far away in Shimousa Nakano. A woman had been followed home by an ex-lover and killed.

Fifteen-year-old Uchiha Mei, on the cusp of starting high school, mentioned online how close the crime scene was to his home. A few reckless netizens then egged him on to visit the scene and take some pictures.

Amid doubts, mockery, and reverse psychology, his youthful pride got the better of him, and he found himself sneaking to the scene late at night.

Then he saw it.

In his memory, he bypassed the police tape at the entrance of the apartment and quietly snuck in. He had only planned to take a few pictures from the doorway. But before leaving, a strange urge led him to push open the door, where he encountered a ghostly woman in white.

That thing made a strange gesture, and the next moment, Uchiha Mei felt his body move out of his control. Like a puppet on strings, he walked out of the apartment and stood on the side of the road, waiting in silence. When a car came, he threw himself in front of it, as if committing suicide.

"SCREEECH—"

The final sound in his memory was the screeching of brakes. And then, his memory abruptly ended.

Luckily, the car stopped in time. After being knocked down, Uchiha Mei only suffered a minor head injury. After some medical treatment and a couple of days of rest, he was due to be discharged.

But as a result, he unexpectedly regained his memories from his previous life.

"If this world has such ghostly creatures, then maybe it's not just the ninja world that's dangerous. This parallel world's Tokyo isn't a safe place either."

The sharp pain on his cheek flared up again, and Uchiha Mei couldn't bear it any longer. He quickly grabbed his phone to inspect his face.

The reflection on his phone screen showed a handsome black-haired boy with bright eyes and a straight nose—his features were sharp and refined, fitting for someone with the surname Uchiha.

But there was a blemish: a small, thumb-sized black mark on his left cheek, faintly resembling a woman's lip print.

It wasn't a birthmark or a bruise from the accident.

"Is this a mark left by that ghost? I didn't die in the car crash, but it seems like that thing might still come for me." Familiar with the tropes of horror films, Uchiha Mei felt a wave of helplessness as he stared at the mark.

Though it was broad daylight, and the sunlight streamed through the hospital window, Uchiha Mei couldn't feel any warmth. Instead, a chill crept over him.

"If this world has evil spirits, there must be exorcists or spiritual practitioners, right? I should find a monk to help me. Maybe I should head to Sensoji Temple while it's still daytime to get a protective charm."

As Uchiha Mei desperately brainstormed solutions, a glowing screen suddenly appeared in his mind:

**ID: Uchiha Mei** 

**Level: Genin** 

**Skills: Sharingan LV1 (0/10), Fire Style LV1 (0/10), Three Basic Jutsu LV1 (0/10)**

"A system? Wait a minute, why does this interface look familiar? Isn't this from that Naruto game I used to play?"

"Is this for real? Could this be some hallucination from the accident?"

Skeptical, Uchiha Mei formed the Tiger hand seal. To his surprise, a surge of energy flared up inside him, burning through his throat and uncontrollably bursting out of his mouth.

A spark of flame, about a dozen centimeters long, shot out.

*Cough, cough!*

Uchiha Mei coughed violently, even burning a small blister on his lips, but his face lit up with excitement.

He quickly glanced over to the other bed in the room. An elderly man in his sixties or seventies lay there, frail and asleep, completely unaware of what had just happened.

Taking a deep breath, Uchiha Mei closed his eyes and then reopened them.

In his crimson pupils, a single black tomoe spun around his irises.

"So, this is the Sharingan. And that fire technique... I've not only regained my past life memories but also received the game system from before!"

Uchiha Mei grinned, admiring the strange eyes reflected on his phone screen.

The Sharingan is one of the most versatile and powerful abilities in the ninja world. At its peak, it grants power that can rival the greatest in existence.

Even in modern society, such power could shake the entire world.

The image of using Susano'o to cleave mountains and seas, or casually slashing Tokyo Skytree in half, flashed through his mind. Just imagining it made him giddy with excitement, but the sting on his cheek brought him back to reality.

It was as if the pain was reminding him not to get too carried away.

"While it's great to have the system, I'm currently haunted by an evil spirit. The single-tomoe Sharingan only enhances perception; it doesn't boost combat ability. My Fire Style at LV1 isn't even strong enough to use the Great Fireball Technique. Can I really face that evil spirit with my current skills?"

Although having the system gave Uchiha Mei some confidence, he was still anxious about facing the ghost he had encountered.

LV1 Fire Style was far too weak.

Suddenly, across the room, the old man began convulsing violently, his face pale and drenched in sweat. His mouth opened wide, gasping for air.

"Is he having a seizure or some kind of attack? I'd better call the nurse."

Just as Uchiha Mei reached for the call button, he saw something emerge from the old man's mouth—a black, tumor-covered tentacle, over half a meter long!

More and more black tentacles crawled out of the old man's mouth.

"What is that monster?!"

With the enhanced vision from his Sharingan, Uchiha Mei could see the details clearly—black tentacles with lumps, dripping with a strange, viscous fluid. He felt a mix of shock and disgust.

His head spun slightly as his control over the newly activated Sharingan faltered, returning his eyes to normal.

But when he looked again, the tentacles were gone. Only a faint black mist hovered over the old man's head.

Reactivating his Sharingan, Uchiha Mei saw the scene shift again. The tentacles

 reappeared, twisting grotesquely from the old man's mouth, each one writhing in the air.

Then, without warning, the old man jumped from the bed and stumbled toward Uchiha Mei!

"Damn it!"

Clearly, it was an attack. Uchiha Mei quickly grabbed the bed sheet, throwing it over the old man's head, and dashed toward the hospital door.