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Naruto : Cosmic Awakening

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At twelve years old, Naruto Uzumaki is an outcast in Konoha, hated and rejected by everyone except Iruka. Deeply depressed and having never known love, his world collapses after failing the genin exam. As he wanders, hopeless, a mysterious light envelops him and transports him to a dimension beyond the Omniverse — the Source of all existence. For twelve years, Naruto evolves within this realm, fusing with the cosmic entity. His appearance transforms: his hair becomes pure white, and his eyes — now the “Eyes of Origin” — shimmer with galactic colors, surpassing the Rinnegan and Tenseigan. He acquires limitless powers, controlling creation, destruction, life, death, time, space, chaos, the beginning, the end, gravity, and the void, with infinite longevity, strength, endurance, and energy. He can even share these attributes with those he chooses. Freed from his former pain but still longing for emotional connection, Naruto is returned to Earth — three months before Tony Stark’s departure to Afghanistan. There, he meets Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, a soul equally shattered by loneliness. Through a series of events, Natasha becomes his guide — the first to show him what it means to love and be loved — beginning an unexpected journey toward humanity for the cosmic being he has become!
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Chapter 1 - CH 1

The morning sun bathed Konoha in shades of orange, but for a twelve-year-old boy, its light couldn't pierce the darkness within him. Naruto Uzumaki, sitting alone on a creaking swing, watched the joyful laughter of other children — sounds that only deepened the emptiness inside him. His hands, scraped from gripping the rough wood, clutched the ropes with desperate force, as if trying to hold on to a reality that kept slipping away.

Today was the day of the final exam at the Ninja Academy — his last chance to prove himself, to finally be acknowledged. But deep down, Naruto knew it would end in failure. Every scornful glance, every whispered insult, every door slammed in his face had carved a chasm of isolation around him. No one wanted him. No one even wanted to look at his face — no one except Iruka-sensei, the only one who had ever shown him even a shred of attention, a trace of humanity.

He remembered the task: create a clone. A basic skill, insignificant to most, but an insurmountable mountain for Naruto. His efforts were always vaporous disasters — parodies of clones that vanished before even fully taking shape. The shame burned him every time, but today, the feeling was intensified by a chilling certainty: this was the end.

When his name was called, Naruto dragged his feet toward the examination room, his heart pounding not with excitement, but with a dull, heavy dread. The stern faces of Iruka and Mizuki awaited him. He took a deep breath, gathered what little chakra he had left, and tried. A puff of smoke — and then nothing. Not even a trace. The silence was deafening.

"Failure, Naruto," Iruka said, his voice laced with a sadness he tried hard to hide. Mizuki, on the other hand, wore a barely concealed, mocking smile.

Naruto lowered his head, his blond hair hiding eyes brimming with unspoken tears. He had failed. Again. The last spark of hope within him flickered out, plunging him into a darkness deeper than ever before. He felt nothing anymore — only a dull, aching void.

As he walked away from the Academy, the voices of the other students celebrating their success assaulted him. He was the only one. The only one who had failed. The weight of his loneliness became unbearable. He left the village behind, venturing into the forest, hoping to vanish into the shadows and disappear.

It was there, in the depths of his despair, that a strange light enveloped him. A vibrant light, with impossible colors, pulsing with unknown energy. He felt no pain, no fear — only a sensation of weightlessness, as if being drawn into a vortex. The world of Konoha shrank, twisted, then vanished.

When Naruto opened his eyes, he was no longer in the forest. He was in an infinite space, bathed in soft, shifting light, where nebulae of surreal hues slowly swirled. The air vibrated with palpable energy, like a silent song. There was no ground, no sky — only a vast emptiness filled with a presence.

A voice, though not a voice, echoed in his mind. It was vast, ancient, and filled with unfathomable wisdom. It did not speak in words, but in concepts — in feelings.

"You are broken, little one. But your brokenness is a doorway."

Naruto, though confused, wasn't afraid. He felt strangely at peace, as if he had finally found a place where he wasn't judged, wasn't rejected.

"You have come into contact with the Source. The dimension that transcends the Omniverse. The matrix of all existence."

As the "voice" spoke, Naruto felt a change begin within him. He couldn't see it yet, but he could feel it. A cold, then warm energy coursed through his veins, rewriting his very cellular structure. It was as if every atom in his body was being rearranged, redefined. He felt an immeasurable force awaken within him — an endless energy flowing effortlessly.

"You are now bound to the Infinite. Your essence merges with ours."

His eyes stung. He raised a trembling hand and brought it to his face. His fingers brushed against something unfamiliar — something that was no longer him. He realized he could see his reflection in the swirling lights around him. This was no longer the same Naruto.

His blond hair had turned a pure white, like the brightest stars, and floated gently around his face. His eyes… Oh, his eyes were the most striking thing. They were no longer blue, but a vibrant constellation of colors — a kaleidoscope of deep violet, radiant gold, and emerald hues, with intricate patterns swirling like miniature galaxies. He could feel the power emanating from them, a power beyond anything he had ever imagined. They were more than just eyes; they were windows into creation itself.

"Your eyes are the Eyes of Origin. More powerful than the Rinnegan, vaster than the Tenseigan. They grant you understanding."

And understanding came. A flood of knowledge poured into his mind — painless, effortless. He knew, suddenly, how things worked. Not just the laws of physics, but the laws of existence. He could feel the invisible threads of reality.

"You can control Creation and Destruction. Life and Death. Time and Space. Chaos and Order. Beginning and End. Gravity and the Void. All these forces are now yours."

The Source showed him visions — not images, but pure concepts. He witnessed universes being born and dying, stars collapsing, and galaxies forming. He felt the heartbeat of time, the vastness of space. He understood the intricate dance of life and death. It was overwhelming, and yet, strangely, it felt natural.

"Your attributes are infinite. Longevity, strength, endurance, energy — all without limit. And you can share them. With whomever your heart desires."

He realized he no longer felt hunger, thirst, or fatigue. He had transcended those limitations. He had become something more. Something cosmic.

Days turned into weeks, then months, and eventually years. In this timeless space, Naruto grew. He was no longer twelve years old. He now bore the appearance of a twenty-four-year-old young man—tall and slender, yet with an aura of ancient wisdom that defied his apparent age. He spent twelve years in this dimension, exploring his new abilities, learning to master the immense power that had been granted to him.

He created entire galaxies with a single thought, destroyed stars only to rebuild them brighter. He traveled through time, witnessing the beginnings and ends of civilizations. He played with space, bending reality to his will. He resurrected entities of light and transformed chaos into harmony. He no longer felt alone. The Source was a constant presence—a living library of knowledge, an entity that guided without commanding.

He created a sanctuary within that dimension—a place of reflection and learning. He no longer thought of Konoha with the same pain. The broken Naruto was gone, and from his ashes had risen a new being, fully aware of his infinite potential.

Yet, deep within his soul, a small spark remained.

The need to be seen. To be loved.

Power could not fill that void.