It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Birds were singing, the sun was shining, and a random cat was boldly doing its business on the side of the road like it owned the place.
Suddenly—
"I'M LAAAAATE!!"
A high school student came zooming down the sidewalk like a shonen protagonist chasing his dreams—or in this case, chasing attendance.
With tears streaming and a backpack flapping wildly behind him, he cried out,
"Why... WHY did I eat that cursed spicy taco?! I knew it was a trap!!"
He clenched his stomach mid-sprint.
"If I hadn't spent twenty minutes battling for my life in the bathroom, I'd already be at school!!"
The dramatic wind blew through his hair (and the lingering scent of regret), as he continued his desperate run against fate... and tardiness.
He ran with the speed of a thousand deadlines, darting from alley to alley like a ninja late for homeroom. Sweat flew from his brow as he dashed through the backstreets, weaving between trash cans and startled pigeons.
At last, he emerged back onto the main road—victory within reach!
But then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw it.
A small child had wandered into the street, chasing after a bouncing red ball like it was the most important thing in the universe.
From the other direction—
**TRUCK-KUN.**
A massive, speeding vehicle barreled forward like destiny on wheels.
"DANGER! WATCH OUT!!"
the young man shouted, his eyes wide, heart pounding like a drumline in a school festival.
Without hesitation, without fear, he leapt into action, grabbing the child mid-stride and diving toward safety. The child rolled to the curb—safe.
But him?
"GG..."
The truck slammed into him with the force of a freight train full of anime tropes. His body flew through the air like a ragdoll in a wind tunnel, twisting, spinning, and flopping like an ungraceful ballet dancer of doom.
It was over in an instant.
As his vision faded to black, his final thought drifted through the void...
"Damn it... I'll never know how One Piece ends now..."
And thus, his journey in *this* world came to a close...
But little did he know, it was only the beginning.
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"...Where am I?"
I looked around—but what was I even looking at?
There was nothing. Not darkness. Not light. Just… absence.
A blank canvas without color, shape, or meaning.
Void.
I tried to speak—to shout, scream, anything—
But no sound came.
No breath.
No voice.
In fact… did I even have a mouth?
Eyes?
A body?
I wasn't sure.
And yet… I could think.
Somehow, I was still aware.
Trapped in this endless, formless limbo—
Floating through a space that wasn't space, in a time that had no time.
...How long have I been here?
Minutes?
Centuries?
I stopped caring.
Even my thoughts began to blur and unravel.
I just wanted to disappear.
Fade into nothing, become part of the void itself.
But something… wouldn't let me.
Something was holding me here.
A force.
A will.
Like I was being watched—or maybe… chosen
Suddenly, the void shuddered—a vibration that rippled through the nothingness like a heartbeat in a corpse.
Something… emerged.
I couldn't see it clearly at first.
It was massive, shifting, almost alive in a way that defied logic.
It looked like a twisted mass of tree roots and writhing tentacles, each movement slick and deliberate. Eyes—so many eyes—sprouted across its body: small, blinking, twitching… and one enormous green eye at its center, glowing like an emerald sun.
It stared at me.
Judging me
I couldn't speak. I couldn't run.
Then its roots—tentacles? limbs?—reached out and wrapped around me.
Not with pain… but purpose.
With a single pull, I was yanked from the void.
Torn from that hollow eternity and thrust into—
A room.
A blinding white room.
Clean. Silent. Sterile. Almost… human.
And then I saw it clearly.
The being stood—or floated—before me in full, terrifying form.
Like something out of a Lovecraftian nightmare merged with an ancient forest god.
Its body was a tangle of bark-like limbs and wet, twitching roots. Its countless eyes blinked in erratic patterns, all orbiting around the singular, unblinking green eye at its heart.
An eye that knew me.
Knew everything about me.
And I could feel it now—this wasn't a monster.
This was a judge.
I looked around—the void was gone.
So was the white room.
Now, I stood… somewhere. Or maybe somewhen
The surroundings shifted like painted mist, unreal yet vivid. But most importantly—
I was whole again.
I looked down at myself. My hands, my legs…
My body was back. Just as it had been the day I died. Right down to the untied shoelace.
And then, I looked up.
It was still there.
The being.
The ancient, impossible entity with countless small eyes now woven into its rootlike tendrils, and the massive cat-like green eye glowing at its center.
It stared deep into me—not with hatred, not with malice, not even with indifference.
But with something unexpected:
Approval.
Warmth.
Like a teacher silently nodding at a student who passed the test no one knew was happening.
Then it spoke.
Its voice boomed through my very bones, like the echo of a choir inside a canyon made of stars. Loud. Alien. Unnatural.
And yet… somehow, gentle. Comforting.
"Hello there, Saga… be not afraid."
It knew my name.
And despite its monstrous form—its surreal, celestial, root-wrapped body—I wasn't scared.
In fact, for the first time since my death…
I felt safe.
Safe in a way I didn't understand.
"Who… what are you?"
I asked, my voice trembling but clear.
The question floated up like a fragile balloon in the vast cosmic air.
And it just watched. Silent for a moment. As if it were smiling… though it had no mouth.
"Raguel."
It spoke its name. An angel — the one who judges.
"You were not supposed to be in the Void, or anywhere like that. Your soul was pure. You were innocent. You should have entered Heaven a long time ago. But somehow… you ended up in the Void."
Raguel spoke in a booming yet calm voice. Even he seemed confused by my situation.
"But… how did I end up there?" I asked, still reeling with confusion.
"I don't know," Raguel said honestly. "Nor have I been informed."
His answer was without lies, without deception — just truth.
I wanted to ask more, to understand more. But I stopped myself and went straight to the point.
"What now...? What happens to me now?"
"You will be given a wish."
"A what?"
"A wish. You will be reincarnated into a new world — another world — and granted a wish. In fact, you are allowed three."
I sat there in silence for a few moments, maybe longer, thinking. Then I answered:
"For my first wish... I want to become and possess the power of the Honored One — Gojo Satoru. His powers, his looks, everything."
"For the second... I want to have a body stronger than Gojo's original, with enhanced cursed energy and abilities."
"And for the third… I want my powers to be completely immune to theft or copying. No one and nothing can ever take them from me."
Raguel stared at me for a long moment, as if judging my soul one last time.
"Very well," he finally said.
I looked at him and smiled. "Thank you… for this second chance."
"Don't thank me," he said, almost warmly. "You deserve it."
I hesitated. "Can I ask… where will I go? What world will I be reincarnated into?"
"You will be reincarnated into the Naruto world."
The words hit me like thunder. My eyes widened in disbelief.
"The actual Naruto? With chakra, jutsu, tailed beasts, and ninja running on trees?" I asked, half-expecting this to be some sort of cosmic joke.
Raguel, still floating—calm, surreal, immense—nodded slowly. "Yes. That world. But not as it is in the stories you've seen. This world is alive. It has its own path, its own fate. And now... it includes you."
I sat there stunned, my thoughts racing.
Me? In the Naruto world? With the powers of Gojo Satoru? And stronger? My body pulsed with anticipation at the mere thought.
Raguel continued. "You will awaken as a child, around the same time as Naruto Uzumaki. Your appearance will mirror the one you have chosen—Gojo's face, silver-white hair, and the Six Eyes that shine like galaxies. Your body shall be stronger than his ever was. Your cursed energy—unshakable, unstealable, untouchable by man, beast, or god."
I swallowed, excitement and nervousness twisting in my chest.
"Will I remember everything?" I asked.
"Yes," Raguel replied. "Your soul is intact. Your mind, your memories, your personality — all will remain. This is not a clean slate. It is a new chapter."
He raised one of his root-tendrils, and a swirling light began to form before me — like a cosmic whirlpool.
"Now go, Saga," Raguel said, his voice resonating through the white space like the wind of creation itself. "Live with purpose. Walk the path you desire. Forge your legacy not with fate—but with choice."
I stood. The light was pulling me gently, as if inviting me forward like a hand from the heavens.
I turned to him one last time. "...Will I ever see you again?"
Raguel gave no answer—only a gentle hum, like a lullaby made of galaxies. But I understood. His gaze said it all:
When the time is right.
And with that, the light engulfed me. Warmth surged through my core, and the sound of the void vanished.
My body stretched, condensed, reformed.
There was pressure—like being born again.
Then—
Light.
Blinding, golden light.
I took a deep breath. The rain was coming. The pain, the war, the darkness.
But also—my chance.
Amegakure
Third Great Ninja War Era
Rain.
Heavy. Endless. Unforgiving.
It echoed through the mountains like a dirge — the kind of rain that seeps into your soul. I opened my eyes slowly, my body aching as if I'd just been pulled out of the universe itself.
I was lying on stone. Cold. Wet. My clothes clung to me, dark robes that weren't mine… but fit perfectly.
I sat up.
I was in a cave, hidden behind a veil of vines and moss, barely shielded from the pouring rain outside. Thunder rumbled in the distance. The sound of explosions cracked through the sky — not natural thunder, but the echo of ninjutsu in battle.
I crawled to the edge of the cave and peeked out.
The land before me was ruined. Charred trees. Flooded craters. Broken weapons embedded in the earth. And the bodies—some fresh, some old. It was a battlefield, or had been one just hours ago.
But I didn't feel fear.
I felt… power. Deep inside me, pulsing like a calm ocean held behind steel walls.
I raised my hand and focused.
I could feel it. My Six Eyes, already active. My cursed energy, pure and uncorrupted. Stronger than anything I had ever imagined.
And then I smiled.
The world was broken. But I was whole.
And this time… I was going to leave a mark.