My name is karl a modern man from Earth. I was reading my favourite Naruto fanfiction novel. At late night which I didn't read for at least a month. While reading I've been feeling sleepy. And I can't hold back.
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When I open my eyes I found myself in a small child of no more than three years old. I was in old fashioned room. To find where I go to check outside the window and I found only Mist everywhere.
Suddenly someone entered my room.
It was women wearing japanese kimono and start rubbing my her.
Behind him was a man who is in a armour and a symbol I know of , And the very realising of the identity of the made me shock.
I realised that I am transmigrated in the World of Naruto. And not in Konoha But in the bloody Kirigakure.
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A week has passed since I reincarnated. And I started understanding the dynamics of the world. I live in the village of Kirigakure with my family. My father Hirosi Mizutani is a chunin and my mother Yuri runs a small weapon store. I am of a civilian background.
And the time I was in is the 3rd Shinobi world war. Yesterday my father also depart for the war. Though as of now Might Duy didn't killed the seven ninja swordsman. And Konoha Yellow flash is yet to emerge. But I know my father will not return from war.
And I didn't have the strength to save him.
But from the war news I realised that I am not in the original Naruto world but the fanfiction I was reading. Because the man leading the Konoha's Kiri front is Haruto Senju. Who was a character in the 'Naruto Fanfiction' I was reading.
And that made me more serious because when the Kirigakure was fighting among themselves in civil war. Konoha will Have a genius known as Sinji Rairen.
So I need plans to survive in the future and save the Kirigakure from its doom.
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Chapter 2
Few days later
Just like everyday I was on my way home with my mom I heard people talk about war. And how Four of the seven ninja swordsman had died against a genin of Konoha.
My mind raced while recalling the original events where Might Duy fought against them.
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[Few months passed]
The store had become a valuable source of information. The ninjas who came in often talked freely, underestimating the presence of such a small child. He had learned much about the political situation in the village and the various clans by listening to their conversations.
The door bell rang again. A young jonin entered, completely soaked from the rain. Ren recognized him: he was Ao, one of the most skilled sensor ninjas in the village.
"Yuki-san," he greeted with a nod, then his stern gaze softened slightly when he noticed the child. "And little Ren-kun. I see you've grown since last time."
"Good morning, Ao-san," Ren replied politely, bowing as his mother had taught him.' It is curious how the first "canon" Naruto character he met was actually AO,' Ren watched with interest as the jonin was served by his mother. Ao did not yet have the byakugan eye that he would get in the future, but his reputation as a sensor ninja was already established.
'If I can form a good relationship with him ,' Ren thought, 'I might understand how he develops his sensory skills. They might come in handy in the future.'"I need explosives," said Ao, returning to his usual professional tone. "I have a mission tomorrow and my supplies are almost exhausted."
"Certainly, Ao-san," Yuki replied, heading toward the back of the store. "We just received a new shipment of high-quality explosive seals."
The day continued between occasional customers and routine work. While arranging a new kunai arrival with his mother, Ren reflected on his current situation. The chakra had not yet manifested, but he could feel it flowing within him, like an underground river waiting to emerge. He had decided not to force its awakening: at this time in Kirigakure, being considered a prodigy could be as dangerous as being considered weak.
As the light outside diminished and the rain intensified, Ren helped his mother close up store.
"Dad should be back this week," Yuki said as she locked the door. "He promised to bring you something special."
Ren smiled. His father's gifts were always interesting items collected during missions: blank scrolls, small ninja tools, sometimes even basic books of genin techniques that he "accidentally" forgot to bring back to the village administration.
As they walked home in the pouring rain, Ren shook his mother's hand. Family. A new feeling for him, and for now, his priority was to learn as much as possible while remaining in the shadows. The time to emerge would come, but not before he was ready to face the challenges this world would present him with.