Konoha Year 39
The darkness was the first thing he remembered. It wasn't a peaceful darkness, but a heavy, crushing weight that felt like being buried under miles of ocean water. Then, like a lightning bolt striking a calm sea, the sensation changed.
Pain.
It was a sharp, stinging heat that radiated from his lungs to his fingertips. Dojima Gin's eyes snapped open. He tried to gasp, but his throat felt tight, as if he were breathing for the first time in an eternity. The air tasted different—cleaner, sharper, and filled with the scent of old wood and damp earth.
He blinked, trying to clear the blur from his vision. Above him wasn't the flat, white ceiling of his modern apartment. Instead, he saw dark, cracked wooden beams. Dust motes danced in a single beam of sunlight filtering through a small, grimy window.
Gin tried to sit up, but his body felt incredibly strange. He felt light. Too light. His limbs felt short, and the strength he usually felt in his shoulders was gone. He lifted his hands to his face and froze.
The hands were small. The skin was pale and unblemished, the fingers short and pudgy. These were the hands of a young boy, not a grown man.
"What the hell…?"
His voice was the biggest shock. It wasn't the deep, gravelly tone he was used to. It was high-pitched, thin, and wavering with a child's uncertainty.
Then, the floodgates opened.
The Awakening
Information didn't just come to him; it slammed into his brain like a high-speed train. Two lives collided. In one, he was Dojima Gin, a man from a world of technology, skyscrapers, and a mundane office job. In the other, he was an orphan in a world governed by hidden villages and supernatural warriors.
Konoha. Hidden Leaf Village. Chakra. Ninjas.
His pupils shrank into tiny pinpricks as he stared at the ceiling. He knew this world. He had read about it, watched it, and lived it through fiction. But the sensations were too real to be a dream. The cold floor beneath his thin mattress, the smell of the forest nearby, and the distant sound of metal hitting metal—kunai practice.
"I transmigrated…?" he whispered.
The year was Konoha 39. To a fan of the series, this date was chilling. It was the era leading up to the Third Shinobi World War. It was the era of Kakashi, Minato, and a world where children were sent to die on the front lines. It was a time of legends, and Gin was currently a five-year-old orphan with no clan to protect him.
Before panic could set in, a sound echoed—not in the room, but inside the very fabric of his soul. It was a cold, mechanical chime that silenced his racing thoughts.
[Template System Initializing…]
[Host Identified: Dojima Gin]
[Age: 5 Years]
[Location: Konoha – Land of Fire]
[System Type: Template Assimilation System]
Gin's breath hitched in his chest. A system. The ultimate "cheat code" for a transmigrator. He felt a flicker of hope. In a world where people could breathe fire and summon giant toads, a normal person was nothing more than a blade of grass waiting to be cut down. He needed power.
[First Template Granted]
[Template: Edward Newgate (Whitebeard)]
[Title: The Strongest Man in the World]
[Template Synchronization: 1%]
Gin's heart skipped a beat. Whitebeard? The legendary pirate from the world of One Piece? The man who could shatter the very air and create tsunamis with a single punch?
"You've got to be kidding me," Gin breathed.
Suddenly, his body began to glow with a faint, white aura. A surge of heat, hotter than any fever, rushed through his veins. It felt as if his very DNA was being rewritten. His bones creaked and popped as they grew denser. His muscles, though still small, became packed with a hidden, explosive energy.
The air around him began to tremble.
The wooden cup on the small bedside table started to rattle. Then, with a sharp crack, it shattered into a dozen pieces. The walls of the small shack groaned. The dust on the floor didn't just blow away; it vibrated in place, hovering a few inches off the ground.
Gin clutched his chest, gasping for air as the "Template" fused with his soul. It wasn't just a costume or a set of skills; it was a fundamental change to his existence.
[Bloodline Ability Awakened]
[Gura Gura no Mi – Tremor Bloodline (Passive)]
Earth & Space Vibration ManipulationNo Devil Fruit Weakness (Can swim and move freely)Compatible with Chakra
A New Foundation
The pressure subsided, leaving Gin drenched in sweat and shaking. He looked at his hands again. They were still small, but he could feel it now—a hum. A low-frequency vibration was radiating from his core, connecting him to the ground beneath the house.
He stood up, his legs feeling surprisingly sturdy despite his small stature. He realized that in this world, his powers wouldn't be seen as a "Devil Fruit." They would be seen as a Kekkei Genkai—a bloodline limit.
"In this world… it's a bloodline," he said, and this time, a small, dark grin touched his lips. It was a look of pure confidence, a look that belonged on the face of a king, not a five-year-old orphan.
He looked around his tiny room. He was an orphan living on the outskirts of the village. He had no famous family name like Uchiha or Hyuga. To the village elders, he was just another mouth to feed, another potential "cannon fodder" ninja for the upcoming war.
Perfect, he thought. No one is watching me. No one expects anything from me.
He stepped outside into the cool morning air. The sun was just beginning to rise over the Great Stone Faces of the Hokage. Only three faces were carved there: Hashirama, Tobirama, and the current leader, Hiruzen Sarutobi.
Gin closed his eyes and focused. He didn't know how to mold chakra yet, but the "Tremor Bloodline" was a part of his body. He reached out with his mind, feeling the earth. He could feel the roots of the trees, the movement of small insects underground, and the distant footsteps of a patrol shinobi miles away.
He clenched his small fist. A faint, translucent sphere of white light flickered around his knuckles for a split second.
The Gura Gura no Mi.
In the world of One Piece, this power was said to be capable of destroying the world. In the world of Naruto, where the land was the primary battlefield, it was even more terrifying.
"The balance of this world just broke," Gin whispered to the wind.
The Path Ahead
Gin knew he couldn't show his power yet. If the village leadership—specifically Danzo Shimura—found out a five-year-old had the power to level mountains, he would be whisked away to a dark basement and turned into a mindless weapon.
He had to be smart. He had to grow.
He spent the next few hours testing his limits. He discovered that even at 1% synchronization, his physical strength was far beyond a normal child's. His skin felt tougher, and his senses were sharper. Most importantly, he realized that he could "feel" vibrations in the air, giving him a primitive form of radar.
The world of Naruto was brutal. Death was a common occurrence, and "peace" was just a word used between wars. But Dojima Gin, now the carrier of Whitebeard's legacy, felt no fear.
He remembered Whitebeard's final words in his original story: "The One Piece is real!" In this world, Gin had a different goal. He didn't care about becoming Hokage. He didn't care about saving the world from some ancient moon goddess. He wanted to live on his own terms. He wanted to be the one who decided his own fate.
He looked down at the ground and gave a light stomp. A small crack spiraled out from his foot, snaking through the dirt for several feet before stopping. It was a tiny display of power, but it was the beginning of a legend.
"I won't be weak," Gin promised himself. "I will be the Tremor that shakes the foundations of this world."
As the village of Konoha woke up to another day of training and politics, none of them knew that the strongest man in another world had just been reborn in their backyard. The era of the "Tremor Shinobi" had begun.
Key Details of the New Life
To survive, Gin needed to understand his new reality. He sat back down on his porch and organized the memories of the boy he had replaced.
Detail
Description
Name
Dojima Gin
Social Status
Orphan (Civilian Origin)
Current Goal
Enter the Ninja Academy
Secret Asset
Whitebeard Template (1%)
Primary Power
Vibration Manipulation (Kekkei Genkai)
He knew the Academy entrance exams were coming up soon. To stay under the radar while gaining the resources of a ninja, he would have to play the part of a "talented but normal" student. He couldn't go around cracking the air just yet.
But as he looked at the horizon, Gin felt a strange sense of kinship with the man whose power he now held. Whitebeard cared for his "sons." He cared for family. Gin had nothing in this world yet—no family, no friends.
"Maybe," Gin mused, "I'll build a family of my own here. A family that no one dares to touch."
He stood up, brushed the dust off his worn clothes, and headed toward the center of the village. It was time to get some food, and more importantly, it was time to start his journey. The world didn't know it yet, but the sea wasn't the only thing that could have a King.
The land was about to learn that lesson the hard way.
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