Rain drizzled gently against the roof of the wooden carriage.
Its wheels creaked softly over the muddy path, surrounded by lush trees and mist-covered hills.
Inside the carriage, a small boy sat quietly by the window.
His face was calm—too calm for a child just three years old.
Snow-white hair spilled messily over his forehead, and azure-blue eyes stared out the glass with an emotion far too deep for someone his age.
He looked like a younger version of Satoru Gojo, if Gojo had been reincarnated as a pouting, brooding toddler.
His cheek pressed lightly against the window.
Raindrops slid down the outside, catching in the light.
He let out a long, tired sigh.
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"Three years," he murmured.
His voice was soft but held the weight of adult fatigue.
"Three whole years… and not even a beep from that useless system."
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He wasn't a native of this world.
He remembered everything.
His past life.
His boring, ordinary life.
Born on Earth.
A normal kid.
Lived in a small apartment.
Went to a regular school.
But he had one thing that kept him going—
Anime.
Especially Naruto.
He used to watch it all the time.
Late nights.
Hidden under the blanket.
Eyes wide as he watched Naruto chase his dreams.
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Then he grew up.
Graduated.
Worked.
A soul slowly crushed by the weight of a desk job.
Average grades.
Average face.
Average everything.
Except his love for stories.
He remembered that night clearly.
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It was raining. Just like today.
He was walking home from work.
Overworked.
Exhausted.
Then—
A child ran onto the road.
A truck came roaring around the corner.
He didn't think.
He just moved.
And the world went dark.
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He thought that was the end.
But fate had other plans.
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He woke up crying.
A baby's body.
Soft hands.
Tiny feet.
Warm blankets.
But the memories were still there.
Then, like a miracle, a voice rang in his head:
> [Opportunity Plunder System Activated!]
It sounded excited.
> "For your selfless sacrifice, you've been gifted the ability to plunder fate!"
"Steal talents! Rob encounters! Seize destiny before others do!"
It felt like he had hit the jackpot.
A cheat code.
A dream come true.
He was reborn…
In the Naruto world.
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But after that?
Silence.
No system messages.
No interface.
No quests.
Nothing.
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"I even tried headbutting a tree to reboot you," he mumbled.
"Old lady thought I was possessed."
He sighed again, fogging up the window.
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His reflection stared back at him from the glass.
Delicate features.
Flawless skin.
Messy white hair.
Cold blue eyes.
"Damn," he muttered.
"I'm seriously handsome. This world better be ready."
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He glanced out the window.
The trees thinned ahead.
Beyond the mist, the tall wooden gates of Konohagakure rose like ancient guardians.
His destination.
His new home.
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"I was born the same year as Naruto," he whispered.
"If the timeline is right… the Kyuubi attack should happen soon."
He straightened up, eyes narrowing.
"The real story's about to begin."
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Outside, a few masked ANBU observed from the trees, noting the carriage's approach.
Inside, the boy leaned back, arms crossed like a tiny emperor.
"This world is full of geniuses," he said.
"But they hesitate."
He grinned.
"I don't."
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"I'll take the moments they ignore…
The power they leave behind…
The girls they never notice…"
He smirked confidently.
"If Naruto's the Child of Prophecy…"
"Then I'll be the Thief of Prophecy."
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A flash of sunlight broke through the clouds, shining onto the muddy road.
The gates of Konoha loomed closer.
The boy looked out one last time—
Eyes glowing with ambition.
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Then suddenly—
Ding!
> [System Booting… Plunder Function Ready.]
He blinked.
Then smiled wide.
"About damn time."
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End of Chapter 1
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