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Naruto: I Got Transmigrated as Konan's Paper?

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[I am you. By the time you read this, you are about to die!] Konan knelt on the surface of the sea, beside the site of a violent, six-hundred-billion-explosive-tag detonation. She stared in astonishment at the single sheet of paper that had just floated out from her chest. On it, blood-red words were written, shocking and grim. Alex transmigrated into the world of Naruto. The good news is. He had a cheat ability. The bad news is. He had become a piece of paper. And not just any paper, but one of the thousands of sheets that made up Konan. “I have to find a way to become human again!” Staring at the beautiful Konan before him, Alex swore a silent oath. “It's definitely not for any other motive. I just want to prove to the world that even a blank sheet of paper can practice ninjutsu!” “Who dare to say that a paper has no Six Paths?!” ... [Note: This is an unofficial translation. All rights to the original work belong to its rightful owner.] > Patreon.com/NegativeTranslations
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Chapter 1: I'm a Piece of Paper? What Happened to My Body?

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"So soft, so warm..."

In his hazy state, Alex felt himself enveloped by a comforting softness, as if he had returned to the embrace of his childhood. Every cell in his body was completely relaxed, overcome with an unparalleled sense of comfort.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Whoa!

His vision was filled entirely with a pure, snow-white color. It dominated his sight, leaving room for nothing else. It was purer than any white he had ever seen; even fresh milk couldn't compare.

And it was so soft, incredibly soft, exuding a rich, milky fragrance.

Before Alex could savor the object before him, he realized something was wrong with his body.

It felt very light, very thin, just like a piece of paper. He couldn't feel his own heartbeat.

Alex's heart, metaphorically, sank. "I'm... a piece of paper? What happened to my huge body? How did it just disappear?"

For some reason, his vision was no different than when he was human. He could even see his entire "body" at this moment.

He was a thin, white sheet of paper, about the size of an adult's palm.

Alex tried to move, and the entire paper surface rippled.

He had full control. It felt as natural as moving his old body, without the slightest lag. But he still found it impossible to believe.

He had just been taking a nap during a university lecture. How did he wake up as a piece of paper?

At that moment, Alex finally realized what lay beneath his paper surface.

They were snow-white peaks.

They were the "truth" that countless righteous men sought their entire lives, yet could never hope to touch.

And now, he was perfectly pressed against them, without a single gap.

"Am I being used as... a bra?" Alex's mood was complex, difficult to describe.

At the same time, he sensed a power existing within his paper body. His current form seemed to exist solely because of this power.

Alex instinctively felt that if this power ran out, his fate would not be pleasant.

Realizing this, he grew anxious.

Although he had become a piece of paper for unknown reasons, at least he was still alive. He didn't want to perish just because his internal power was depleted. It was better to stock up.

Alex could sense this power came from the "snow-white owner," so he instinctively tried to... absorb.

"Hey, it's working!"

A steady stream of identical power flowed from the snow-white peaks, gathering into his body.

To avoid detection, he only dared to absorb a tiny amount at a time. But little by little, it added up. As long as he had enough time, he could definitely store a significant amount of power.

"Hm?"

Alex hadn't been absorbing for long when a will suddenly impressed itself upon his paper body.

It was very faint, lacking true consciousness, merely executing commands mechanically.

He could have severed this connection entirely.

But to avoid exposing himself, and to figure out where he was, Alex chose not to resist. He allowed this will to control his paper body.

The next second, Alex felt himself slowly lifting off the snow-white peaks, floating into the air.

Other white papers were flying up nearby.

They were all the same size and thickness as him.

Alex observed them closely, trying to see if any other paper had its own consciousness, like him.

Unfortunately, from their external movements, it was impossible to tell.

More and more white papers flew out from the owner's body.

Even the peaks Alex had just been covering were no longer smooth, round surfaces. Countless tiny seams appeared on them, and one by one, white papers emerged from within.

"What the hell! Is this person's whole body made of paper? And I'm just one of them?"

Alex was numb.

Such a bizarre scene unfolding before his eyes shattered his understanding of reality.

Soon, however, his confusion vanished.

The piece of paper representing Alex had completely detached, hovering in mid-air.

The owner of the snow-white peaks was fully revealed to him.

The iconic short blue hair, the signature black robe with red clouds, and that face, frozen in cold indifference.

The Akatsuki's White Tiger. Konan.

She stood silently on the surface of the sea, her body swaying gently with the rippling waves.

In the distance, the silhouette of Amegakure, the Village Hidden in the Rain, was visible, shrouded in mist.

Konan tilted her head up slightly, staring blankly at the dark clouds, letting the rain fall on her.

A deep, sorrowful pain filled her eyes.

White papers swirled around her, all under her unconscious control.

"Sigh. Looks like I've crossed into the world of Naruto..." Alex let out half a sigh of relief.

Although the transmigration was baffling, and he had become a piece of paper, at least it was a world he was familiar with.

He quietly drifted in front of Konan, looking her up and down.

He didn't know how long she had been standing in the rain. She was soaked.

The originally loose Akatsuki robe, now plastered to her skin, outlined a stunning, S-class silhouette. Combined with her icy expression, the forbidden allure was simply overwhelming.

The steady rain streamed down Konan's face, forming a broken chain of water droplets at her chin.

It then trickled down her slender, pale neck, plunging into the abyss that could not be stared at directly.

Alex struggled to tear his gaze away from the falling droplets.

Now was not the time for that. He didn't even have a normal body.

The world of Naruto was not a friendly place. He had to find a way to survive, and a way to regain his human form.

As he pondered, the paper that was Alex slowly drifted down from the air.

"Judging by Konan's appearance, the timeline is at least Shippuden. I just don't know how far along it is..."

"Has the Akatsuki started hunting the Tailed Beasts, or how many have they captured?"

Tap.

Alex landed on the water's surface. He felt a chill run through his body, and he instinctively looked up.

To look up and see no face was, in itself, a sight of worldly perfection.

The majestic peaks dominated his vision, inspiring awe.

At this moment, Alex had a completely new understanding of the idiom "to look up to a high mountain."

High. They were truly, exceptionally high.

The paper drifted further away, carried by the ocean waves.

Alex didn't try to control his movement, letting the water push him.

His mind went blank, his gaze unconsciously focusing on those towering peaks.

He now understood his situation.

He had transmigrated to become one of the papers in Konan's Paper Ninjutsu.

The power in his paper body was probably chakra. He could only rely on her chakra to maintain his existence.

It was safe to say he and Konan were in a symbiotic relationship. He prospered when she prospered, and he would fall if she fell.

Although he didn't have a system, he was lucky enough to have a cheat ability. He had instinctively understood his power shortly after waking up.

Replicate.

As long as the paper he inhabited covered any object with text, he could instantly learn the knowledge recorded on it.

If he covered a ninjutsu scroll, he could learn the jutsu almost instantly.

Even though he hadn't tested it, Alex was quite satisfied with this cheat. It was much better than nothing.

He was a bit troubled now, unsure how to approach Konan.

The ninja world was full of conspiracies and betrayals. A Kage-level expert's vigilance would be at its maximum.

He was such an anomaly. He truly didn't know how he could gain Konan's trust.

And returning to a human body was another problem entirely. He might even need Konan's cooperation and help.

"I'll at least need power on the level of the Ketsuryū Mōra..."

Alex was uncertain.

But whether it was Kaguya Otsutsuki giving birth to Hagoromo and Hamura, or creating Black Zetsu before she was sealed, it all proved that the Ketsuryū Mōra. the all-encompassing bloodline. was capable of creating life.

He didn't need to create life from scratch, just a new body for himself. The difficulty should be lower... right?

Without realizing it, Alex had drifted next to an exposed reef.

He could only see Konan's silhouette in the distance.

"Is something there?"

Alex coolly observed a dead branch on the reef. It looked normal, but something felt wrong.

He didn't act rashly. He certainly didn't fly up to investigate. He continued to bob on the water's surface like a normal piece of paper.

In this situation, the only thing to do was call for backup.

"Dangerous things are best left to Kage-level experts like Konan. I'm just a weak, defenseless piece of paper..."

Alex quietly passed the anomaly he sensed to the mechanical consciousness within his paper body.

Sh!

The instant Alex sent the signal, Konan sensed the abnormality. She instantly appeared in front of him, landing on the reef and staring coldly at the dead branch.