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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: Reincarnation!

This is my first book/fanfic — expect many mistakes, and please tell me how to improve!.

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"Finally!" I gasped, collapsing backward onto the stiff hospital bed with a satisfying creak.

The overhead lights buzzed faintly, flickering against the sterile white walls. Machines beeped rhythmically at my side, their calculated tones always discomforting.

"I can finally rest… No-hit-running the entire Souls series in one sitting was not a good idea."

A weary, triumphant smile touched my lips. My eyes drifted to the fluorescent lights above, their pale glow blurring into halos.

Then came the pain.

A white-hot spike lanced through my chest, stealing the air from my lungs.

"H-huh?"

My body seized. I tried to breathe, but my lungs refused to obey. My limbs trembled as I slid off the bed and slammed into the cold tile below.

"W-w-what… what is happening?" I wheezed, every breath a stab through my ribs.

"This hurts so fucking bad." I clawed at my chest, nails biting into thin fabric. "I knew pushing myself this hard would kill me..."

A wet cough tore its way from my throat, and the coppery tang of blood bloomed on my tongue.

'I should probabl—'

The heart monitor beside me erupted into a storm of beeps. My heart felt like it was folding inward, crushed by an invisible fist.

'FUCK! This hurts!'

Then—I heard it.

"Understood. Attempting to find a body that feels no pain. ."

The voice echoed inside my skull—cold, mechanical, detached.

'H-huh...? Wait. No way—SHIT!'

I curled up, my muscles convulsing.The voice was so familiar, yet buried beneath layers of pain and fading thought.

Why can't I remember where I've heard that voice before...?

My vision blurred, colors smearing like melting paint.The sharp clinical ceiling became a dim tunnel of light.

'Is this… is this really how I die? Alone, in a hospital room with no one beside me?'

"Understood. Attempting to acquire [Unique Skill: Company]… Skill acquisition ."

That voice again. Messing with my very existence like it was a game update.

'Mocking me...'

I still had so many anime left to watch…

A beat.

Wait—Tensura! That show was supposed to get a new season!

My eyes widened—not that I could move them anymore.

That voice… It's the Voice of the World!

A pause.

'…No snarky response? Not very immersive, Voice.'

I forced the thought out through clenched teeth.

If this is like Tensura, then... what did Satoru Mikami say again? Something about wanting to be a Predator?Yeah, no. I'm not saying that... sounds weird out loud.

"Notice: Individual 'Jacob Adams' is acknowledging that he wishes to acquire [Unique Skill: Devour]. Correct?"

(: I didn't want to call it Predator... for obvious reasons. So I went with a different interpretation of the kanji.)

'H-huh… it actually responded… YES!' I screamed inwardly, even as my body began to shut down.

"Attention: Doing so will forfeit all other skills that would have accompanied you in death. Do you still wish to proceed?"

'Well… that sucks. But [Devour] is kind of broken. YES—I accept!'

"Understood. Using additional soul power. Sacrificing [Unique Skill: Company] and [Resistance: Pain Nullification] to acquire [Unique Skill: Devour]."

A deep, draining sensation pulled at me like I was being unraveled.

'O-oh wow… that t-took out more than I thought it w-would…'

Out of the corner of my dimming vision, shadows moved.Doctors rushed in—too late.

'A little too l-late, don't you think…?'

The steady beep of my heart monitor stretched into one long tone.

Just like that—Jacob Adams died.

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A cool breeze drifted through a half-open window, carrying the scent of moss and fresh earth.

Moonlight poured through the slats of old wooden blinds, casting silver bars across the wooden floor. A cricket chirped somewhere outside, its rhythm calm and steady.

A small dark-haired boy stirred beneath a patchwork blanket.

"…Where am I?" he murmured groggily, voice high and childlike.

He blinked slowly. The world around him felt real—too real. A wooden desk sat against the far wall. Dust floated gently in the air, catching the glow of the moon.

The boy looked down at his tiny hands. Small. Soft.

"Oh. I guess I really did die, huh."

He rubbed his face, ignoring the childish proportions of his new body for the moment.

'This place isn't half bad. A bit drafty, but it beats a hospital room.'

The moonlight stretched farther now, revealing tatami mats and sliding shoji doors.

The boy—I—stepped toward the window, only to realize I was too short to see over the sill.

"If I had to guess… I'm around three and a half? Maybe four years old?"

I grabbed a small wooden stool from beside the desk and climbed up for a better view.

And froze.

"…Wait a second—THIS ISN'T TENSURA!?"

Across the distant village rooftops stood a towering mountain, and carved into it—three familiar faces.

No. Freaking. Way.

A sudden voice pierced the night air from outside:

"I SWEAR TO KAMI, ISHADO, IF THAT'S YOU AGAIN, I'M MAKING YOU DO EVERYONE'S CHORES TOMORROW!"

I yelped and slapped a hand over my mouth, diving back into bed like a criminal avoiding detection.

That... that was the Hokage Rock.Which means… this is the Naruto world. But if that's true—

I sat up, heart pounding.Time to test something.

I pointed toward the pencil on the nightstand, eyes narrowing with focus.

"[Devour]!"

A swirling black mist surged from my palm, spiraling around the pencil like hungry smoke.

It vanished.

Just like that.

"..."

'Wow.'

A slow grin spread across my face.

That… was… SO. COOL.

Striking a dramatic pose, I raised my hand to the heavens.

"I am Suraimu, devourer of the shinobi world!"

A silence followed.

I cleared my throat. "Excuse me."

I sat down on the futon and yawned, arms stretching overhead like a lazy cat.

"My skill works. And I'm in Naruto... but why?"

I turned toward the window, the mountain still glowing in the distance.

"Sage?"

No answer.

"...Nothing, huh? That's a shame. I was kinda hoping all my questions would be answered the moment I woke up."

I curled up again under the blanket, letting the soft warmth lull me.

"I guess I should get some sleep. Staying up all night won't do me any good."

With that, Suraimu—formerly Jacob Adams—closed his eyes beneath the moonlit sky, a new story just beginning.

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This was a rather short chapter, but I don't want to rush right into the action. I'd rather set up the MC's personality with some world-building first.

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