"Monster! You monster!"
At a certain street corner in Konoha, a blond boy walked slowly past a group of children laughing and playing. But the moment they noticed him, their laughter died out. One by one, their eyes filled with fear and disgust.
He didn't stop.
There was a faint, calm smile on the boy's face. His eyes were clear and distant, staring straight ahead, seemingly unaffected by their glares and whispers.
This wasn't the first time. He had endured this silent hate countless times already.
To him, these were just naïve children, echoing the words of adults they didn't fully understand. He had no interest in explaining himself.
But suddenly, one boy among the group picked up a stone and hurled it at him.
"What a boring trick," the blond boy muttered softly. Just before the rock could hit the back of his head, he raised his hand and caught it mid-air without even looking.
He turned around slowly, calm as ever, holding the stone loosely.
"W-What do you want?!" one of the children shouted nervously, trembling.
But instead of lashing out, the boy gave a warm, almost innocent grin. Without a word, he turned and walked away.
The children were stunned.
"Monster is still a monster… No matter how much he smiles, he'll never be normal," they muttered behind his back.
But he didn't care.
He kept his head high and walked steadily toward home, unmoved by the insults and stares from others in the village.
Because this blond-haired boy was no ordinary child.
He was Salaar Devarathana Kaiser a 30 years old man was once a terminal cancer patient from Earth, now living in the body of of a child named Naruto Uzumaki in the world of Naruto.
A month ago, after succumbing to illness in his hospital bed he cannot hold his life, he had been reincarnated.
He didn't believe in fate or divine rewards. He had lived with the knowledge of death for years, yet had never stopped giving and donating all his earnings to feed the poor, support cancer patients, and help those forgotten by society. He had never clung to wealth or recognition. He only saw humanity, never race or religion.The only regret his he could never make his parents happy as they were always sadden by my health conditions.😇
His life was short, but filled with meaning.He only shown love and kindness to the people he's around.
And now, he had been reborn… into a world defined by chakra and conflict a world where power dictated peace, and the shadows of war lingered in every corner of society. Though his body was new and his surroundings unfamiliar, his heart remained the same: a heart that longed not for power or prestige, but for harmony.
It saddened him deeply.
He had watched this anime and This was not the world he had hoped to be awakened in ,not a place where children were trained for battle before they could understand peace, where clans shed blood over old grudges, and where the strong too often trampled the weak underfoot. He had dreamed of a world where people could live without fear, where differences were not reasons for division but bridges to understanding. He wanted to see a society where each person, no matter their background, could pursue self-growth and inner strength not out of necessity for survival, but from a desire to be better, kinder, and more complete.
He yearned for unity. For a world where people stood side by side not because they faced a common enemy, but because they recognized the shared humanity in each other. A world where compassion outweighed cruelty, where helping hands replaced clenched fists, and where strength was not measured by how many enemies one could defeat but by how many lives one could uplift.
Though he now stood in a land built on ancient grudges and endless struggle, he vowed to himself quietly but firmly to be a spark of change. Even if he could not rewrite the world, he would walk his path in defiance of its cruelty. He would be the voice of peace in a land of violence, a light in its darkness. And perhaps, just perhaps, others would follow.
Because no matter the world, he still believed in the beauty of people and in the hope of becoming one untied nation regardless of race language or religion .
For a whole month, he had lived in this world with the memories of Naruto a boy hated by the village, bearing the burden of the Nine Tails.
But unlike the Naruto of the original story, Salaar had lived and died knowing pain, empathy, and purpose.
So even now, facing rejection from everyone, he didn't respond with anger.
He responded with understanding. With strength. With a smile.
Back at home, a small, run-down apartment near the edge of the village had been completely tidied. Salaar had organized and cleaned it thoroughly over the past month. It wasn't much, but it was peaceful.
Just like every night, he walked to the bedroom, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to meditate and extract chakra.
He had never trained in this life, yet somehow, his chakra control was much better than the original Naruto's likely a result of his unique soul and strong will.
Drawing from the inherited memories, Salaar had already learned the basics of chakra extraction. He'd been practicing daily during the school break, slowly developing better control and reserves.He's working hard to so he can be a help in need for desperate situations and hope to englighten this world that there is more in life than just killing and being a ninja but to do that changes ,strength is required,strength to squash evil,suppress any evil plans and thought and be a supreme being than ever.
Tomorrow would be the first day of the Ninja Academy.
He was… a little excited.
The next morning, Salaar woke up early. He washed up, stared at himself in the mirror.
Golden hair that danced with the breeze.
Three whisker-like lines on each cheek.
Eyes blue like the sky.
He wore a simple white turtleneck shirt and blue pants, a much more subdued look than Naruto's usual bright orange. He looked calm. Peaceful.
He grabbed the few remaining coins on the table and stepped out.
After buying a small breakfast from a vendor, he made his way to school, walking while eating.
By the time he arrived, Iruka-sensei was already lecturing. He peeked in from the doorway.
Iruka's brow furrowed as he noticed him.
"Naruto, why are you late on the first day of school?!"
Salaar blinked for a moment, caught off guard, then smiled cheerfully.
"Sorry, Iruka-sensei. I woke up a little late."
The usual stubborn or defiant reaction Iruka expected didn't come.
That gentle, sunny smile stunned him for a moment.
"…Come in already," Iruka muttered, pretending to still be annoyed.
As Salaar entered, the classroom turned silent.
All eyes were on him.
He looked around, nodded politely at everyone, and walked to the back row, taking his seat.
"Hey, Naruto. That was pretty bold — late on the first day," whispered Shikamaru, elbowing him.
Salaar smiled and said . "I hope Iruka-sensei doesn't scold me again later."with that classic Naruto style.
Shikamaru rolled his eyes. "You're lazier than I am… what a drag."
Salaar chuckled quietly, then turned his attention to the lesson.
Unlike the original Naruto, he found the lectures interesting. He listened attentively, especially when Iruka gave examples of real-life ninja missions and field experiences.
As someone from the 21st century, Salaar had seen plenty of fantasy, but living it was different. He wanted to understand, to learn, to grow not for power, but to change this world for the better, just as he had always tried on Earth.
Shikamaru occasionally glanced at him in confusion.
"When did Naruto become so serious in class?"It gonna rain for sure.
Afternoon came.
As the school bell rang, the children rushed out, greeted by their waiting parents.
Salaar walked out alone.Looking a bit sadden thinking of his parents on earth and the original parents of naruto.
He quickly gotten out of it saying he wasn't wasn't bothered.haha He had some fishing to do the food at home was limited, and most of the instant noodles were expired. Fresh fish would be better.
But just as he was leaving the school gate he heard some one calling him 'huh'
"Naruto! Wait!"
He turned around. Iruka was walking over with a smile.
"You did great in class today," he said warmly.
Salaar blinked, then smiled back. "Thanks, Iruka-sensei."I know I am great hoho..
Iruka studied him for a moment. This boy was different from the Naruto he remembered.
"Well then… for your hard work today, I'll treat you to some ramen!" Iruka said cheerfully, clapping him on the shoulder.
Salaar's eyes lit up. Not just at the ramen… but at the simple, honest kindness in Iruka's gesture.
It reminded him of something he'd once said, back when he was in a hospital bed:
"I don't need to live long. I just want to make someone smile every day I'm alive."