Hello everyone, I am a new author, and this is my first work, also English is not my native language, so I want you to accept this.
Let's begin
-------------------------------------
At one of the most prestigious universities, Bell University in Japan,
we are a month away from the start of the final exams—
or "the fateful exams," as some students call them.
These are the exams that determine a person's fate—whether he will officially become a doctor or not.
Because of that name, all students are tense, afraid of failing—
except for one person.
A student who sits at the back desk by the window, always gazing at the cherry tree.
His features have been frozen since he entered university.
All that's known about him is his calmness and intelligence.
Whenever he speaks or raises his hand to answer in a lecture, everyone falls silent.
Most people tried to befriend him, but to no avail—
they were met with sharp indifference, as if they never spoke to him in the first place.
He was like a sleeper who only woke up during class.
His mind would sleep, leaving only a body that moved from school to home.
But what the students didn't know was what his life was like at home.
As soon as he entered, the mask would fall, revealing a severe depression,
accompanied by the glow of his phone screen and the sound of his tapping finger.
He spent most of his time flipping through apps, or watching anime.
The latter had become a haven he built for himself,
a refuge to prevent him from remembering his tragic past and sorrowful memories.
He was an orphan,
left on a dark, cold night at the doorstep of an orphanage.
He lived there among the sounds of crying children, their laughter,
and most importantly, the smell of milk and old bread that overwhelmed the place.
He made several friendships with children his age or younger,
but one by one, they disappeared—
until his turn came.
The day he would leave the orphanage, which he hadn't left in six years.
He was sad,
his eyes swollen from crying.
He didn't want to leave his friends—
the ones he shared moments of hunger and fullness, sadness and joy, pain and beatings from corrupt caregivers.
He didn't want to leave.
He wasn't ready.
He was just a little child who had only seen cruelty and mercilessness from the world.
What made him more insistent on staying was the appearance of the man who came to adopt him.
His look indicated harshness and sternness—
his gaze was like that of the caregivers.
"Will I repeat these six years again and again?"—that's what he thought.
He wanted to run away, but the caregivers ordered him to go.
He fainted from crying too much.
The caregiver carried him to the man,
who placed him in his car and headed home,
hearing the boy's moaning, as if suffering from a nightmare.
When the boy woke up, he saw the man in front of him,
who greeted him with the kindest and gentlest voice he'd ever heard since he was born.
"Are you alright, my son?"
He didn't answer—he didn't know what to say.
Was he still dreaming? Was he still asleep?
"It's okay. I know you're tired. Get some rest."
The boy heard that same voice again.
Still surprised, he wanted to respond, but his tongue wouldn't move.
"By the way, what's your name?"
"Y... Ya-Yami."
This time, Yami gathered his courage and answered the man, who understood him despite his stuttering.
"Yami! It means 'darkness'—a beautiful name.
I'm Odo Sukiho. Welcome to your home."
"M-my home?"
"Yes."
Odo noticed a change in the boy's expression, so he smiled and headed to the kitchen to prepare something for Yami, who was very happy.
'Kami-sama, if this is a dream, I don't want to wake up.'
"Here, enjoy."
Odo offered a cheese sandwich to the boy.
"Is this for me?"
"Yes."
"Thank you."
The new family continued their conversation, where Odo told Yami about his profession—
that he was a doctor who saved lives—
and told him he hoped to see him become a doctor too.
Years later,
Yami succeeded in getting into one of the country's medical colleges.
After returning from it, he entered the house and announced his return,
waiting for his father's response.
Yami heard nothing.
He thought his father had gone out to buy food.
But upon entering,
he saw his father's lifeless body—cold, still, without a pulse.
Cardiac arrest—that's what Yami heard from the doctor.
Yami was shocked.
He had just lost what he always considered the most precious person in his life.
He lost the source of his happiness, the savior of his life.
As a result, Yami suffered a major shock that threw him into the wide, dark sea of depression.
Inside his house,
he sat in a corner for days—no food, no water, no movement.
He stared at the ghost of memories roaming the house.
This didn't last long,
as in a dream he saw his father—stern and sad at his son's condition—
and before waking up, he heard his father's voice say:
"I'm with you, my son."
Because of those words,
Yami decided to fulfill his father's dream and change his life.
The first thing he did was clean his house.
And with tears that never left his face,
Yami sat at his desk to study.
Seven years later—
Yami still hadn't gotten over his father's death,
hoping to see him again one day.
His personality changed—
he wore a mask of calmness and silence,
hiding a face once full of boldness and silliness.
In recent years, he found joy, delight, and even sorrow in anime.
Each series told a different story with unique emotions and feelings.
The one that impacted him most was Naruto—
an anime that had a huge effect on his life.
He also read reincarnation and rebirth novels.
He didn't believe in them—after all,
he'd never heard of anyone actually reincarnating.
"I wonder why my classmates are scared—it's just an exam after all."
Yami recalled his classmates' behavior today in class.
Unlike them, he wasn't afraid.
He knew he would succeed.
He had studied for a very long time,
under the guidance of the best teacher—his father.
Two months later—Result Day:
"First Place: Yami Sukiho."
"What? How?"
"Is he even human?"
"The exam was so hard!"
"Wait—isn't that the 'Silent Student'?"
"You're right—it's him. Now I get how he got first place."
"Well, he deserves it."
The hall was filled with cheers and loud conversations.
The failing students were in deep sorrow,
while those who passed were overjoyed.
"I became a doctor today, Dad."
Yami muttered.
And for the first time at the university,
everyone saw him smile—
a genuine smile, full of indescribable joy.
"Well, one of my dreams came true."
"Mine too."
"And mine."
"Wait, what do you mean?"
"Well, our dream was to see the 'Silent Student' smile. It's rare."
"We've studied with him for seven years and never saw this."
"You're right."
Yami heard the conversations,
but he ignored them and walked toward the exit.
He was the first to leave.
"Boring,"
he muttered as he left.
The whole way back,
he proudly looked at his certificate,
imagining his father saying:
"I'm proud of you, Yami."
He was in a state of bliss,
accompanied by strong determination and hope to start changing his life.
That was what prevented him from seeing the car that hit him.
The driver quickly tried to escape,
while people screamed and gathered around Yami,
who was slowly losing consciousness,
staring at his blood-stained certificate, thinking:
'Damn it, I've had enough of this… Does fate hate me this much?'
He completely lost consciousness.
'Damn, just when my life started to change… damn it.'
"Ahh, hmmph, hmmph, hmmph…"
Yami opened his eyes—something he never expected.
"What's this? Where am I? Didn't I die? Was I dreaming?"
The first thing he saw was a white room.
He looked at his body—but couldn't find it.
He felt like a ghost.
"Hello! Is anyone here?"
Yami tried to talk to someone,
but was only greeted by the echo of his own voice.
He walked forward,
and after a long distance, he found nothing.
"Wait a minute… death… a white room… I'm alone… So is this where a 'ruler' shows up and tells me I'm being reincarnated into a novel or something?"
Yami spoke loudly, mocking the idea—he knew he was alone, so this time he raised his voice.
"Correct."
Yami turned to see an old man before him,
dressed entirely in white.
His eyes were blank—without pupils—
but when Yami looked into them,
he felt as if he were slowly being pulled into an endless void.
'Is this the ruler?'
Yami recognized the old man standing in front of him.
"Yes, I am. You were right in guessing your situation."
"W-wait… my situation? Do you mean I'm being reincarnated?"
"Yes. You'll be given a second chance."
"That's amazing! But do you think that will make me forget what you did to me?"
"…"
"Why aren't you talking? Huh? Do you know what I went through because of you?
You're the ruler—why didn't you save me?
And since you said you knew I'd understand my situation, that must mean you were watching me, right?"
"Yes. I watch every soul in the universe.
But I didn't plan for you to die.
It was a mistake by my assistant—the reaper.
He accidentally added you to the death list.
And I'm sorry for what happened to you.
I took a look at your life—it was so miserable.
You died just as it started to change."
The ruler paused briefly, but explained his position to the young man.
"…."
"Don't worry—I will make it up to you.
In addition to your reincarnation, I will grant you some perks."
The ruler's words lifted Yami's mood.
"Alright, what's the world?"
"It's a world you know very well—
a world you've always wanted to live in.
It's the shinobi world… the world of Naruto."
"That's amazing! I've always wanted that!"
"I told you—I've been watching you."
"…"
"Not the way you think. I'm not like humans."
"Okay… can I choose the character?"
"The character has already been chosen—
the protagonist: Naruto Uzumaki.
You always wanted to change his personality—after all, you didn't like it, right?"
"Yes… so what are the perks?"
"You get to choose them. You have three wishes."
"Really?! Awesome! Let me think."
Yami said, putting his hand on his chin.
"Take your time."
After a few minutes—
"First, I want the Solo Leveling system."
"You mean that interface from the anime?"
"Yes."
"Very well—you'll have it."
"I want the Talk-no-Jutsu ability—maxed out."
"What?"
"I mean, I want the ability to persuade people."
"Why?"
"Well, there's a bigger threat in the Naruto world—
the Ōtsutsuki clan.
I won't be able to defeat them all alone.
I need to recruit people and train them."
"That's good. You'll have that.
And actually, I won't even count it as a wish.
I'll give you this ability by default when you reincarnate."
"Really? Thank you!"
"You're welcome. What's next?"
"I want to have affinity with all chakra elements—
including time and space…"
"You'll have that. What's your last wish?"
"I'm thinking of making my anime knowledge into a book—
one I can access to know everything, so I never forget anything."
"That's a good description. You'll have that."
"Thank you, ruler!"
Yami bowed to the ruler.
"You're welcome. Enjoy your new life. I'll be watching you."
The ruler moved his finger,
turned, and began walking away—
leaving the young man who was beginning to lose consciousness once again.