Chapter 101 - 1

Chapter 1: I Am Naruto?(Come, come, leave your brains at the door!)..."Hiss!""It hurts!"This was the first sensation Naruto felt after regaining consciousness.The pain was like thousands of needles stabbing into his skin and muscles simultaneously, drilling straight into his bone marrow, making him almost pass out again.Wait?Do you still feel pain after death?As soon as this thought emerged, in the next second, a massive, indescribable torrent of memories flooded into Naruto's mind.He saw the massive Konoha Village, the four majestic faces on Hokage Rock, and a lonely, golden-haired boy sitting alone on a swing, watching other children being picked up by their parents.He saw the boy playing pranks every day, doodling on Hokage Rock, running wild in the streets, all just to gain a sliver of attention from others.He saw the Ichiraku Ramen handed over by Iruka, and saw that kid wearing goggles crying out: "I'm going to be Hokage!"He saw himself desperately practicing the Shadow Clone Technique, saw himself stealing the Scroll of Sealing, and saw Mizuki's ferocious face and Iruka's bleeding back as he stood in front of him.He saw the first gathering of Team 7, saw the arrogant, black-haired boy Sasuke, the love-struck pink-haired girl Sakura, and the silver-haired JoninKakashi, who was always holding a small lewd book and saying: "I have lost my way on the path of life..."He saw himself tied to a wooden stake, watching Kakashi distribute bento boxes to Sasuke and Sakura, his stomach growling with hunger...The memories continued to pour in.The Land of Waves mission, the clash with the Demon Brothers, Kakashi being trapped by Zabuzain the Water Prison, and how he and Sasuke worked together to act it out, using the Shadow Clone and a Windmill Shuriken to break the Water Prison Technique.Then came the Hidden Mist rogue Ninja Zabuza Momochi, the terrifying man carrying a Executioner's Blade.Finally, it froze within a field of Demonic Mirroring Ice Crystals.The sky full of senbon, a boy wearing a Hidden MistAnbu mask, with a voice as cold as ice..."Ugh—"Naruto sucked in a sharp breath, breaking free from the dizziness caused by the forced influx of memories.He opened his eyes to see a gray, hazy sky and a forest filled with light mist.The ground beneath him was cold and hard, and the air was filled with the scents of soil, blood, and moisture.Naruto was stunned for three seconds, then slowly raised his hand and placed it before his eyes.This was a pair of youthful hands, with some scrapes on the skin, but undoubtedly belonging to a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy.He clenched his fist, feeling a strange energy flowing within this body.Chakra."Did I... transmigrate?"Naruto muttered to himself, his voice extremely hoarse: "And I transmigrated into Uzumaki Naruto?""The one who shouted about becoming Hokage and actually became the Seventh Hokage in the end... the protagonist of Naruto?""Could it be that I transmigrated into Uzumaki Naruto just because my nickname is Naruto?"This kind of plot, which only exists in web novels, had actually fallen upon him.Naruto closed his eyes and took a deep breath.A few seconds later, he opened his eyes again; the shock in his eyes had calmed down quite a bit, replaced by a complex, bitter smile."Forget it, being able to live again is already good enough."Naruto sighed softly.In his previous life, he died at just thirty.Not from cancer, not from a terminal illness, and not from getting hit by a truck.It was purely because he got himself killed.It sounds absurd.He was originally an ordinary person, and at eighteen, he suddenly awakened a superpower.It wasn't any flashy ability like breathing fire, shooting water, or generating electricity, but a very special talent: absolute body control.This ability allowed him to precisely control every cell, every nerve, and every muscle in his body.He could actively develop brain regions, making his thinking exceptionally clear and sharp, with memory and logical deduction abilities far surpassing ordinary people.When injured, he could control the muscles around the wound to contract and stop the bleeding, accelerate cell division for healing; small wounds would scab over in seconds, and serious injuries could recover as good as new within minutes.In some cases, he could even forcibly control his body to ignore fatigue and continue fighting.It sounded extremely powerful.He had indeed done many good deeds relying on this ability. Whenever he saw infuriating injustices online—black-hearted bosses oppressing workers, bullies committing crimes in the street, or scum with connections getting away with it—his heart of justice would burn fiercely.So he took action.Wearing a homemade, simple mask, he used his body control to mimic completely different postures and voices. He would sneak into those villains' homes in the middle of the night, so that when they woke up the next day, they would find their deeds plastered all over the neighborhood as public posters known to the whole internet, with evidence neatly placed at the entrance of public security agencies.He also dealt with a few thugs beating people in the street, making them lie in bed for three whole months, while hospitals couldn't find any reason, only saying: "Soft tissue contusion!"In reality, it was him using extremely precise force to stimulate their nerve nodes.The methods were covert, the results satisfying.The internet was full of cheers, and the titles "Night Vigilante" and "Modern Robin Hood" spread widely.He became a bit carried away, feeling that he was an executor of justice, a walker outside the rules.But once or twice was fine.The third, fourth, fifth time...If you walk by the river often enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet.During his fifth operation, he was finally targeted by security agencies.That night, just after he finished setting up a surprise at the target's home, rapid and orderly footsteps suddenly surged into the corridor, and the beams of flashlights swept across the windows.He fled in a panic from the back window, chased all the way to the edge of a cliff on a desolate mountain in the suburbs.The mountain wind howled, the pursuers behind him getting closer and closer. He gritted his teeth, intending to jump to a protruding rock on the opposite side, but his foot slipped.Then came the bottomless abyss, and his consciousness cut off."In this life, I absolutely must not repeat the same mistake."Naruto clenched those youthful hands, secretly swearing in his heart: "Even if I see a huge injustice, before I have sufficient strength and absolute safety guarantees, I will never stick my neck out.""Illegal acts are illegal; even if the motivation is just, it does not mean the methods can be unconstrained."At the same time, he also warned everyone: never try to place your own standards above the law; seeking death will actually get you killed.He let out a long breath and began to carefully organize the memories belonging to Uzumaki Naruto in his mind.This point in time...Naruto's brows furrowed, then slowly relaxed.The plot point he was at now was the middle of the Land of Waves mission. He had already passed Kakashi's Genin test, became an official member of Team 7, and was currently following Kakashi, Sasuke, and Sakura to escort the bridge builder Tazuna to the Land of Waves, where they were engaging in battle with the Hidden Mist rogue NinjaZabuza Momochi and his subordinate Haku.The injuries he had now were caused by Haku using senbon.Those needles, as thin as cow hair, had stabbed into his body; although most avoided vital points, the excruciating pain of thousands of needles piercing his body, along with the subsequent state of suspended animation, was a mandatory scene from the original work."It's fortunate that it's this point in time."Naruto couldn't help but feel relieved.