《Dai Kin - Naruto Fanfiction》


 Reincarnation

    I have always been a Naruto fan all my life - or at least till I was alive.


    A few minutes back, while crossing a street, I saw a cat in the middle of the road. The little kitty had no idea that a truck was running over at full speed - my god - I tell you, people these days don''t have any sense of humanity. They don''t see who or what is in their path, all they want is to reach what they desire and fulfill their longings and cravings.


    Continuing, the truck was just about to hit the cat, but I had to pretend like a hero - and save the damsel from distress. Hmm... much like save the kitty from being dead. Yes, saving the kitty.


    Well, that aside, now I am feeling as though my whole body is floating. Weird... shouldn''t I feel hurt being hit by a truck. Weird, I guess. Anyhow, the strange thing is that I can''t feel my body - no, wait - to be exact I can''t feel any part of my body. It felt surreal but at the same time, I did not know what to do.


    I didn''t know what to do other than enjoy the floating sensation. So, that''s what I did.


    Not knowing for how long being in that godforsaken state, I finally stopped floating - or rather the sensation stopped all at once. That''s when I heard a voice as deep as a well.


    "Young man, first of all, thank you for saving my friend, Shirbi. Even though she would not be killed by a mortal truck, still, the kindness with which you put your life on the line is commendable."


    The voice had an unspeakable charm to it but I tried to focus on what he mentioned rather than what I felt. Shirbi... who is she? I don''t know any person named Shirbi, much less save her.


    Wait... did he say, truck? I did try to save a cat, is it talking about him?


    "Um... excuse me, whoever you are, but are you talking about the cat I just tried to save?" I asked in confusion to god knows who but I was sure enough that the other party would respond. Well, what else could I do other than that?


    "Oh! I am sorry for not introducing myself, you can call me Akira, and yes, you are correct, young man. The cat that you just end up saving is one of my best friend, Shirbi. I am really impressed to see that there are still kind and courageous individuals like you, who end up sacrificing one''s life for someone else, still, exist in this society."


    I was pleased with all the praise showering upon me. But I soon realized something and tried to voice out my query, "So, Sir Akira, I can''t feel my body to which I presume I died in the accident. Correct?"This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.


    "Um... yes you are correct," he responded. I felt as if he was going to carry on explaining what is going on but looks like I have to take the initiative myself.


    "So, Sir Akira, the reason that I am meeting you is?" I, instead of beating around the bush, went straight up ahead and wanted an answer, though to be quite honest, I had a feeling of what he is going to reply.


    "Ah... it''s simple enough. Let me explain it to you then. It goes like this since you died because of my friend, I don''t intend to get away with just thanking you. Instead, I will give you another chance to live your life so this time you can die with no regrets whatsoever."


    So I was being reborn... hm... wait- doesn''t being reborn mean I will...


    "Excuse me, Sir Akira but can I take some liberty and ask you one question?"


    "Sure, go ahead. As long as it is not something I am forbidden to tell you, I will answer it."


    "Ok then, you said that I am being reborn, right?"


    "Yes, correct."


    "So does that mean my memories and life experience from this life will vanish completely?"


    This is the thing that has been haunting me the most. Just to be clear, I don''t really care about my life here or about any fucking life experience. Instead, all I care about is the manga that I absolutely, under any circumstance, am not going to give up. Even if it costs me my chance of being reborn.


    "Hm... do you have some unfinished business or something that is stopping you from forgetting all these? As far as I checked, you don''t have much of an attachment to any worldly being, right?" Akira was confused and rightly so. How could he - even in his wildest of imaginations - think that I, a mere mortal, am rejecting the chance of being reborn because of a manga. Well not that I particularly care though.


    "You are correct, Sir Akira. I don''t particularly care about anyone back there. But there is something I can''t give up no matter what. And that is - the Naruto Sage. I don''t want to be reborn again if the cost is to totally forget about it." I declared. And unlike the other times, when I sounded weak and scared talking to Sir Akira, this time, I was totally in control and spoke up with full confidence and determination.


    To hell with the ability to reborn, I don''t want such a thing when compared to my precious memory of Hinata-chan, oh... Tsunade-sama... no wait... what am I thinking - it''s the Naruto Saga that I can''t forget no matter what. Yes, it''s the Naruto Sage.


    "Well, that''s not much of a problem. I can reincarnate you with all of your memories of Naruto intact. How does that sound to you?"


    "Really?" I was delighted and replied in a hurry in case Sir Akira changes his decision, "Ok, I agree. Please do what you must."


    "He-he... don''t worry. All preparations and complete. Oh! and let me tell you that you will not remember me, the only thing that you will remember or... let''s say inherit from here on - is your knowledge of Naruto Universe. Any question?"


    "No, absolutely not."


    Why would I have any opposition? I definitely wanted to live and when given the chance, only a fool would reject such a godsend opportunity.


    "Very good, now final gift before parting. Let me tell you, young man, that I have decided to reincarnate you in the World of Naruto. Bon Voyage!"


    What! Really? I wanted to thank Sir Akira from the bottom of my heart but I was sucked away by a powerful force and could not resist even for a second before my consciousness faded away and I lost all the memories of us as well.

 Yugito

    I don''t know where I am, all I know is that my head is aching a bit too much.


    I sat on the ground while placing squeezing my head suffering from pain. It took a couple of minutes for the pain to start decreasing and I started focusing on my surroundings.


    The thing that came into my vision left me flabbergasted - it was a pile of bodies - cold and bloodied. I could see the red-colored viscous substance pouring out from their injuries - telling me with certainty that they were murdered recently. The chilling atmosphere in the night made it anything but horrific to look at as I vomited in a hurry.


    I closed my eyes to in hope of waking up from the dream, if it is. But unfortunately, it was not the case. All that came to my mind right now, was to hurry up and leave this place. Nobody would want to become one of them, right.


    Just as I tried to get up to leave the goddamn region, my whole body fell down and I felt paralyzed to even move a muscle. Looking down, I petrified seeing all the injuries that were present on the physique. A couple of deadly slashes on my torso that continued leaking blood¡­ my blood. Moving further down, my legs seemed to be pierced by several black-colored daggers.


    It looked anything but good. I tried to move my hands to remove the daggers but, as my fucking luck would have it, these shitty hands too were injured too heavily. Bones in my hands seemed to be broken and blood seeped out from my nails.


    Wait¡­ with so much injury, why am I not -


    "Oh! Shit¡­ this pain," I groaned painfully as the soreness hit me up. I could swear that I have not felt this pain ever in my life - if I ever had lived one. Just why¡­ why I am here in this condition.


    I have no clue whatsoever as to why am I here¡­ or what has led my body to such a dangerous condition. The only thing in my mind was to save myself and remain alive¡­ like some kind of feeling that came from my heart that I have to be alive¡­ that I have this godsend opportunity that can''t be thrown in vain.


    ''What is happening to me?''


    All I know is that my head is hurting like hell, my fucking body is sore from the pain and that I have no shitty clue as to why am I here? Good¡­ very good. Now what?


    "Who is there?"Stolen novel; please report.


    As soon as I was going to give up from the heaviness, a feminine voice rang out in the thick green forest.


    I had my eyes fully open as I knew the person could be my only opportunity if I want to survive. Now whether I remained alive or not solely relied on my next course of action. If I am successful I will get to live but if not¡­


    "Help! Help me, please!" I had the urge to beat myself to death. Should I voice out in such a weak and timid manner? Do I have no self-respect as to who I am? But I was soon made aware, by my throbbing body that ''All is well that ends well'' - wait¡­ ''All is well till I continue living on'' - yes, that''s the right one.


    Finishing my cry¡­ or voice for help, soon a lady came into my sight.


    The lady had long, blonde hair and just as I saw her, a name popped up into my head - Yugito!


    "You are¡­?" she asked creasing her thin and long eyebrows, seemingly in confusion. And why not, my body in a bad shape. I could feel my mouth fill with blood whenever I tried to speak something. And the pain I felt on my face was more than enough to guarantee me that my face was broken beyond repair.


    Just how am I alive then¡­ I wondered but decided not to pry upon it. Would you do the same if you were in my condition¡­ this I don''t know. But what I know is that I did so¡­ seriously, why would you delve deeper into the reason of you being alive, will you?


    But wake me up from my internal discussion, the dark-eyed lady seemed to think out loud, "You do have a ''Kumo'' headband but I don''t remember you¡­ how odd? But anyways, let''s talk about it later. First, let me help you."


    She finished and came in front of me in a second. My god! Is she an angel? At least her oval face with red lips made me believe she definitely is one.


    I swear that I was feeling a lot of pain and soreness all over my body but hey¡­ as soon as girl carried me in her arms like a princess¡­ ahem! I mean like a prince, I could not help but wanted to know more of her.


    Wait¡­ I am missing something¡­ she said - ''Kumo'' headband?


    I promise that this is the first time I am hearing this name but I don''t know why my heart seemed to pump a beat faster than normal. I could feel happiness in my heart¡­ just what is happening? Oh, I get it now¡­ it must be that the girl is pretty cute and I cannot help but get to like such an innocent and lovable girl.


    Her face is of a beauty and the sleeved black and purple blouse were doing a great job to protect her firm tits. I did not get the opportunity to see her from the backside but seeing her fitting black pants, I can say that she is going to make a beautiful wife¡­


    Oh God! I am satisfied with having her as girlfriend also, so hurry up. Just don''t play with me know and make her fall in love with me, will you¡­ it is all right if the love remains for only one night. I will work out somehow¡­


    But still, when I heard her say ''Kumo'', another funny name arose in my heart - ''Kumogakure'' - the village hidden by clouds.


    I let go of my thoughts and started focusing more on the heavenly bliss my body felt by coming in contact with such a pretty lady. Oh! My life is surely going to be interesting.


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    This is going to be a joy ride for the young man. But is he really from ''Kumo'' village or¡­ anyways all I can say that he is surely going to have some fun and enjoyment, pretty soon in his life - at least in this new one.

 Raikage

    I am trying to open my eyes but something is not letting me. I felt something covering my eyes so I tried removing it with my hands but my hands did not respond to me. Even though I wanted to move them but they did not move an inch.


    I started to panic¡­ just what is happening to me. Neither can I see nor can I move¡­ move?


    Yes¡­ I remember! I was on the verge of death and the lady clad in purple blouse got me up and¡­ and - damn! I don¡¯t remember anything from then on. I must have fainted.


    Compared to the earlier condition where my body ached in tons, right now, most of the hellish pain seems to disappear. It is the first time I thanked my stars¡­ or else I might have ended up developing a trauma in that boorish state.


    ¡®I must thank that lady after recovering.¡¯


    Feeling soft yet cold hands over my chest, my senses tingled with excitement from the touch.


    But the excitement went away as fast as it came when I realized that even though the hands were that of a female but they were fucking inside of my chest¡­


    I wanted to yell and move away from her, but I couldn¡¯t. My hands¡­ my chest¡­ my legs, my complete body was paralyzed. And all I could feel was her fingers - I know you won¡¯t believe when I say it but anyways - her fingers were fucking electrocuting my body.


    At first, I felt a bit of tingle and prickle seeing that her touch over my chest was arousing for me¡­ but the case was not as plain as it looked in the first glance.


    She was, in reality, sending out thunder shocks into my body. God! What is she doing¡­ somebody stop her. Wait- how the hell is she even able to discharge electric current from her fingers¡­ I wonder. Bring back my thoughts over, it seems to me that my heart somehow seems to accept it. Hell, it even was stimulated from it.


    Really I tell you, sometimes it becomes too hard to figure out how your heart works and I have my brain also to worry about. How awful¡­


    Somehow the whole electrocuting session ended after hours of stirring¡­ oh, I somehow wished it never would¡­ Anyways, just as frying my entire body from inside out finished, I heard voices drifting into my ears.Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more.


    ¡°So did you find out anything?¡± I listened to what seemed like a husky male voice, quite mature and a little scary to be honest.


    ¡°No! He has absolutely nothing with him, apart from the ¡®Kumo¡¯ headband. I don¡¯t know why he has it though,¡± a girlish voice drifted into my ears¡­ and this voice - aha - it¡¯s the same voice as the girl who I met before falling unconscious. It is definitely her¡­ Yugito, if I remember correctly.


    And my suspicion soon turned into reality when I heard the man asking her, ¡°Yugito, what do you think we should do with this guy? I don¡¯t know if he is one of us and to be honest, I don¡¯t want to take any chances,¡± and he took a pause as I could feel someone staring at me. I felt scared and my senses told me that the future is not looking that bright for me. As worried as I was, the only thing I could do was keep on listening¡­


    But as I was counting my remaining breath, Yugito said, ¡°I don¡¯t think we should kill him. It may not look like it, but his chakra points which are very well suited to become a Shinobi. I believe that training and developing him might prove to be quite fruitful for us. And I am pretty much sure that he is not a spy.¡±


    ¡°Oh, and why are you this confident about him? There must be a reason, right?¡±


    Hey you bastard, the girl said I am not a spy so why don¡¯t you trust her. Do I look like a spy¡­ hell no. I am only fighting a battle with death lying unconscious¡­ at least to you guys - on this bed and you think I am a shitty spy.


    Why? What''s the reason behind it. Is just the reason that I was found near a pile of dead bodies whose injuries looked like they had gone down fighting a beast.


    Why? Why can¡¯t you trust the sweet little girl and trust her for this one time? Tell me¡­


    ¡°Yugito, you are one of the loyal people around and I can¡¯t help but give your opinion a consideration. But at the very least tell me, why do you support this guy?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s quite simple, to be honest, the reason is that if he really was a spy then who come he got injured so heavily. To add onto that, he was almost on the verge of death. And I think you can sense it with accuracy that he has not trained in Shinobi training or else he would quite have a chakra that we could trace. And on a side note, he¡­ he reminds of him.¡±


    ¡°Oh, silly girl. You already know what happened to him and still¡­ *sigh* anyways, fine. I am allowing this guy to live but on the condition that you are to fully monitor him and spy over him 24*7 until I say so. If he is found guilty, you will have to¡­¡± I did not head the rest of his words¡­ or more like I did not want to hear them.


    But moving over to what she said - I remind her of ¡®him¡¯¡­ now, who is the fucking ¡®he¡¯?


    ¡°Also let me warn you, the pretty boy face in front of you is achieved through surgery. We don¡¯t know what he looks like and so to recover him we had to repair his facial bones and tendons and very possibly, the face you are seeing now, pretty much, was never his.¡±


    ¡°Yes I remember it, Yondaime¡±


    Yondaime? Is that his name? Quite a strange one¡­ but anyways his voice is quite suitable to this name.


    And just as I was thinking further, a name popped up in my heart - The fourth-generation Kage, and adding the ¡®Kumo¡¯ band into the mix, along with Yugito, it all added up to one person - A, the Fourth Raikage!


    And I lost my conscious once again.


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