Chapter 1 the beginning
Third-person POV
It was an ordinary day for Jon Parks as he walked to his car, ready to head home. However, while he was driving, a large semi-truck speeding down the road crashed into him. As he slipped in and out of consciousness, he questioned why he had to die so young, at just 21 years old. And then, he finally slipped away.
First-person POV:
Where am I? As I looked around, I found nothing but darkness. Is this death? I thought, having no limbs. I just sat there and reflected, trying to keep myself sane from the utter boredom I was facing. After what felt like an eternity, or perhaps even centuries, I lost all sense of time, swallowed by the oppressive darkness. Just when despair began to set in, a sudden beam of light pierced through the shadows—a flash of light, illuminating the surrounding gloom and offering a glimmer of hope amidst the suffocating uncertainty. With a sudden jolt, I opened my eyes, greeted by a hazy and clouded vision. The room around me was shrouded in dim light, and I could hear faint whispers swirling through the air—fragmented voices of people, their tones a mixture of rage and uncertainty
Third-person POV
The baby boy stood out with his striking white hair, indicating that he possessed the legendary shikotsumyaku from the kaguya. He also possessed strikingly lavender eyes that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly light. This was a clear indication of his heritage from the legendary Hyuga clan, known for their exceptional abilities. His Byakugan, a powerful dojutsu, granted him an extraordinary perception of the world around him, making him a formidable presence in any encounter.
"Should we eliminate him?" a voice called out from the throng, cutting through the tension in the air. It belonged to a high-ranking clan member, his sharp gaze sweeping over the crowd, eager for a response.
Gou Kaguya, the formidable leader of the clan, leaned back slightly, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His eyes glinted with a hint of mischief as he casually dismissed the proposal with a simple, yet resolute, "No." The air around him seemed to crackle with authority, underscoring the weight of his decision.
first person POV
As I listened to the conversation unfolding around me, a surge of panic washed over me, tightening my chest like a vice. The chilling thought crept into my mind—was I truly facing death once more, barely awakened from my previous existence? The weight of this possibility crashed over me, a wave of fear that I thought I'd left behind. As my mind raced like a whirlwind, I realized that in the unforgiving and merciless world of Shinobi, the only things that truly mattered for survival were strength and knowledge. The air was thick with tension, and every shadow seemed to whisper dangers lurking just beyond my vision. I felt the weight of my circumstances pressing down on me, demanding resilience and sharp wits to navigate the trials ahead.
Five years later
"Kizutsukeru! Get over here, you brat!" My father's voice boomed through the dimly lit room, sharp and commanding. Shishi Kaguya, a man of formidable presence, was not just my father but also the brother of the clan head, Gou Kaguya. There was an air of intimidation about him, a weight that seemed to press down on everyone in his vicinity. He was far from kind; his treatment of my mother was a cruel masquerade. He toyed with her emotions like a puppet master, leaving deep scars—both visible and hidden—that had transformed her into a shadow of her former self. I could see the remnants of her spirit flickering beneath the surface, a mess of confusion and pain. "Yes, sir," I replied sharply, tucking away my scroll of Iryō Ninjutsu, the cool parchment contrasting with the boiling anger that simmered just beneath my skin.
"Get your shit he said firmly, his voice carrying the weight of urgency. "The clan is marching to Kirigakure." I felt a surge of irritation bubbling up inside me as I replied, "Okay," trying to keep my tone steady despite the frustration creeping into my voice. The implications of the march were not lost on me, and I couldn't help but question the decisions that had led us here. As we set out on the road to Kiri, I found myself reflecting on my previous life as Jon.
In that life, I didn't spend much time watching or reading Naruto; however, I always had a soft spot for a couple of characters. My favorites were Kabuto and Tobirama. I admired their unique strengths and intellectual prowess.
Kabuto, with his cunning and adaptability, showcased the depth of strategy, while Tobirama's mastery of powerful jutsu and his role as a visionary leader inspired a profound respect in me. Their brilliance and tenacity left a lasting impression,
And I wondered how their traits might guide me in this dangerous World. After the four-hour journey, we finally arrived at our destination, but chaos erupted the instant we set foot on the scene. My clan members, ignited by adrenaline and an exhilarating thirst for battle, charged forward with an unstoppable ferocity.
Launched a brutal assault on anyone within reach. The air was thick with tension as shouts and the sounds of conflict filled the atmosphere, echoing the turmoil of our arrival. In that instant, the world around us transformed into a battleground,
With fear and desperation swirling through the chaos. A group of shinobi shouted at me, their fury palpable as they lunged forward, intent on overwhelming me. In an instant, I had no choice but to act. I activated my Byakugan, my lavender eyes bulging outward, and felt the familiar surge of power as the veins around my temples throbbed. Drawing on my Shikotsumyaku, I summoned a bone whip from my spine, the weapon feeling both foreign and exhilarating in my grip.
My heart raced wildly, thumping in sync with the rush of adrenaline surging through my veins. A wicked smirk crept across my face as I took a moment to survey my attackers, their expressions a mix of surprise. "You guys suck!" I shouted, my laughter ringing out, slicing through the thick tension in the air like a knife. My voice was childlike being five and all It also had a unnerving confidence. I charged forward, ready to face them head-on.
I launched myself into the fray, flipping elegantly as I dodged a whirling kunai that whizzed by, narrowly missing me. Now, with three shinobi surrounding me, their eyes full of intent, I was reminded of the thrill of battle. I had just dispatched the first one with my bone whip—its unforgiving strike had seemingly taken them by surprise. Engaging the remaining three in an intense taijutsu duel, I relied on my hard-earned skills as a kickboxer from my previous life. Each movement felt instinctual, and I maneuvered with a blend of grace and ferocity, my kicks landing with brutal precision.
As one of the shinobi lunged at me, a familiar energy surged through me again. I extended my finger, feeling a bone shard materialize, sharp and deadly. I aimed carefully, channeling my focus into that single point. With a swift and deliberate motion, I shot the projectile, watching as it flew through the air and landed squarely into the eye of the shinobi before me. He crumpled to the ground like a marionette with its strings cut, and an exhilarating rush washed over me, igniting my competitive spirit even further. In that moment, I was determined to show them just how gravely they had underestimated my capabilities. As I stood over my fallen opponents, the weight of exhaustion pressed heavily upon me, threatening to pull me into darkness. With a swift, practiced motion, I wielded my bone weapon, slicing through the air with a precision honed through countless battles. The two shinobi staggered forward, their chests raked open by my strike, and they collapsed onto the cold, unforgiving floor, gasping for breath. The sound of their rapid panting echoed in the dimly lit expanse of the Battlefield, a haunting reminder of the fierce struggle that had just unfolded.
The intense strain of merging my Shikotsumyaku abilities with the Byakugan was more than I had anticipated; it felt like a tempest raging within my young body. Every pulse of chakra surged through me like a wildfire, consuming my reserves and leaving me teetering on the brink of collapse. I took a moment to gather my chaotic thoughts, the rhythm of my heartbeat thrumming in my ears, as I began to comprehend the toll this battle had exacted. It wasn't just the physical exertion that drained me but the mental fortitude required to wield such power. In that fleeting moment, I realized how steep the price of victory could be. As I deactivated my Byakugan and the powers of my Shikotsumyaku, a wave of exhaustion washed over me. I felt my legs weaken beneath me, and I dropped to one knee, trying to steady my breathing. The intense strain of the battle had taken its toll, and my vision blurred for a moment. Finally, unable to fight the fatigue any longer, I collapsed completely onto the ground, my body surrendering to the darkness as I succumbed to unconsciousness.