A guy was in an airport, moving through the crowds, preparing to board a plane to Mexico. That man was named Y/N L/N, a 27-year-old about to turn 28 in just three days. The airport was buzzing with the early morning rush, the low hum of rolling luggage and distant announcements filling the air. Y/N's eyes scanned the departure board absentmindedly as he tightened the strap on his bag. The time was 6 in the morning.
He made his way to the gate, stepping onto the plane and finding his seat. Settling in, he glanced out the window at the sunrise creeping over the tarmac. A small sigh escaped his lips. This trip was supposed to be relaxing, a chance to get away from work, from the monotony of life, from everything and also to celebrate his birthday.
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Five hours later, the plane touched down at Mexico's international airport. The warm, humid air greeted him as he stepped off, taking a moment to stretch.
"Ahh… Mexico. I've wanted to come here for a long time. Stupid decision with the high crime rate, but oh well. Can't let that stop me," Y/N muttered, a small smirk playing across his lips. He slung his bag over his shoulder and moved toward the exit, weaving past taxis and hustling crowds, his eyes darting to the streets ahead.
After a short taxi ride, he arrived at the hotel. The lobby was sleek, modern, and well-lit, but Y/N's attention was more on the receptionist behind the desk than the decor.
"Hello, I have a booking under Y/N L/N," he said politely, though there was a faint edge of fatigue in his voice from the flight.
The receptionist, a young woman with neat hair and friendly eyes, nodded and confirmed his reservation. She handed him the key with a practiced smile.
Soon after, Y/N was in his room, lying on the bed and letting the softness of the sheets sink in. He muttered to himself, "A week here… I'll make the most of it. Try all the food, explore the streets, maybe even learn a few phrases in Spanish… this should be fun." His fingers tapped idly on the sheets as his mind drifted through the possibilities.
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Unfortunately, it would not be that simple. Two days into his vacation, disaster struck.
The streets, normally vibrant with locals and tourists, were quiet that evening. It was 6 PM, and Y/N was strolling through a neighborhood close to his hotel, enjoying the warmth of the sunset, when suddenly, a group of armed men emerged from the shadows.
"Hello, pal. Didn't think we'd catch you here, eh?" one of them said, voice cocky, a grin spreading across his face.
"What are you talking about?" Y/N asked, confused. His pulse quickened.
"Oh, you know what we're talking about. Alright, you're coming with us," another man said, advancing toward him.
"Wait wha—" Before he could finish, a sharp blow landed on the back of his head, and darkness consumed him.
He woke up in a dim, unfamiliar room, tied to a chair in the center. His head throbbed, and the taste of blood filled his mouth.
"Wha… Where am I?" Y/N whispered, dazed.
"Don't worry about that. In fact, I don't think you'll be worrying about anything for a while." A man stepped into the room, followed by two others.
"W-who are you?" Y/N asked, fear creeping into his voice.
"Ah! Pretending you don't know me, eh? Maybe this will help you remember." The man stepped forward, raising a crowbar, and slammed it against Y/N's ribs.
"ACK!" Y/N cried out in pain, struggling against his bindings.
"No? Well, my name's Diego. And you, my friend, are going to be with us for a while." Diego's lips curled into a sinister smile. The two men behind him carrying whips and crowbars, closing in.
"W-wait! Why?!" Y/N shouted, panic rising in his chest.
"Eh… you're one of my rival's men. That's why… Vamos, chicos!" Diego barked, and then he left the room. Screams erupted from the shadows as his accomplices began their torturous work.
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Hours passed. Pain blurred into darkness, and Y/N's consciousness wavered. When Diego returned, Y/N was barely recognizable—his body covered in blood, his features contorted in agony.
"¡Detener!" Diego shouted, halting his men.
"Resulta que no era uno de nuestros rivales, simplemente parecía uno!" Diego explained. The men nodded, realization dawning on their faces.
"Entonces, ¿qué hacemos, jefe?" one of them asked.
"Just shoot him in the head," Diego said, pulling a gun from his pocket.
Y/N could do nothing. His throat had been slashed, his voice stolen from him. All he could do was watch as the gun was raised to put him out if his misery…coincidentally, The clock struck 12 AM, signaling his 28th birthday.
The shot echoed, and the world went dark. His body was burned to destroy evidence, leaving only whispers of a disappearance.
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Y/N slowly opened his eyes, recoiling at the sudden brightness. He closed them and opened them again, realizing he was in a vast void of white.
"U-ugh… wha… what happened…?" he whispered, remembering the horrific events. His mind felt dull, his excitement for a vacation and birthday celebration now twisted into horror.
"Oh, you're awake!" A figure appeared, his shape ever changing.
"Who are you…?" Y/N asked, sounding nonchalant.The figure noticed immediately and snapped his fingers.
Suddenly, Y/N felt a strange clarity, as though the fog in his mind had been lifted.
"Huh? What did you do?" he asked, his voice steadier.
"Nothing, nothing… just call me G," the figure replied calmly.
"Ok… 'G'… where am I?" Y/N asked. G explained that he was in limbo, a space between life and death.
"I saw what happened to you, and it was truly tragic. So I took pity on you and decided to reincarnate you into a new world—with three wishes! And you get to choose where you want to go!" G said.
"…Isn't this the typical reincarnation story?" Y/N deadpanned, rolling his eyes.
"Just do it, dude. I'm dying of boredom…" G said, fake tears spilling down his cheeks.
"…" Y/N facepalmed. "Fine… is there any limit on the three wishes?"
"Yep. They can't be too overpowered in the world you choose," G replied.
"Fair enough. I want to go to the Naruto world, from the start of the series," Y/N said confidently.
"That was… awfully fast…" G said, startled.
"I prepared my wishes just in case this happened. And yes, I'm a big fan of this kind of stuff," Y/N replied.
"Oh… alright then, please continue," G said.
"My first wish is to have the power system of Jujutsu Kaisen. Though it can't be overpowered, I want my chakra reduced to zero and replaced with cursed energy. Since I won't be able to use most jutsus, I want Sukuna-level cursed energy," Y/N explained.
"Hmm… I don't know if I can give you cursed energy at that level—it's still overpowered… even if you can't use most jutsus," G said.
"Okay. Seal my cursed energy until I'm seven, so I can't attempt to master it early. It's a massive disadvantage, but necessary."
"Hmm… yeah, that could work. What's next?" G asked.
"My second wish is to be an Uchiha, specifically from a lower-ranking family, and as old as Sasuke" Y/N said.
"Oh, so you want to unlock your cursed energy after or during the massacre and awaken Sharingan easily? Clever. Granted," G replied.
"I haven't figured out my third wish yet… everything I think of is too overpowered," Y/N admitted.
"How about leaving it to me? I'll surprise you," G suggested.
'Why do I have a bad feeling about this…' Y/N thought.
Seeing his expression, G said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything."
"Uh huh… By the way, can you make my chakra so low I can't use it at all, like Lee?"
"Hmm… but you could still use the Inner Gates…" G said.
"Make my chakra yin-focused, like cursed energy, so I can't use the Inner Gates, which rely on yang release," Y/N said.
"Huh… clever. That works. Alright, enjoy your time! You'll discover my surprise a day after settling into what remains of the houses post-massacre," G said, snapping his fingers.
Suddenly, Y/N felt himself being pulled downward fast… suddenly, he was in a wet, strange place. He couldn't move, speak, or open his eyes… until he was abruptly pulled out.
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"It's a boy, ma'am," the nurse said, handing the woman her child.
"Hello… my child… I'll… name you Y/N…" A woman holding him said, panting, as he struggled to understand what was happening.
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To be continued…