In a dimly lit room, I was watching my phone. But just as I was about to scroll to the next video, I felt a sudden pull. I didn't know where it came from or how it happened, but in an instant, my vision darkened, as if the abyss itself was trying to devour me. And then—everything came to a halt.
The room went silent. The phone, which I had been holding, fell to the floor. And the person who had been using it—me—was no more.
I don't know how much time passed, but slowly, I began to feel my thoughts return, as if I was regaining consciousness. After some time, my vision came back, though a dull headache throbbed in my skull. In about ten minutes, I was able to clear my mind.
I found myself in an unfamiliar room. It wasn't too big or too small—just an average-sized space. There was a medium-sized bed, a table, a window, and a bookshelf with around twenty books neatly placed on it.
After thinking for a moment, I stood up but immediately noticed something strange. Something was different—almost as if I was in a new body. Inspecting myself, I came to a realization: I had been transmigrated. But into which world? Who was I now? Where was this place?
I forced myself to calm down, trying to clear my thoughts.
Around thirty minutes later, my headache suddenly grew worse. Foreign memories, ones that didn't belong to me, surged into my mind like a flood. The pain was unbearable, as if needles were being mercilessly stabbed into my brain.
An hour passed before I could finally think clearly. And then, the weight of my new reality hit me like a Truck-kun.
I had transmigrated into the body of a six-year-old child named Kyosuke Onimaru. I was now in the world of Naruto, specifically in Konohagakure. The current year was 46 of the Hidden Leaf, meaning the Third Great Ninja War had recently ended.
I was an orphan. My parents had been Jōnin of Konoha, and I had been their only child. They died in battle against the Suna ninjas during the war. Because the war had left too many orphaned children, the village's orphanages were overcrowded. Instead of placing me there, they had allowed me to live in my father's house. Now, my only remaining relative, my aunt Rika, was raising me.
A part of me was excited—I had been given the chance to live in my favorite anime! But at the same time, fear gripped me. This world was far too dangerous. Even if I ignored the threat of the Otsutsuki, there were still dangers like the Nine-Tails attack, the schemes of Danzo, and countless other looming disasters. I had no idea what to do next.
It had only been a few hours since I arrived in this world, but I had already thought deeply about my situation. I had made my decision—I would become powerful enough that I wouldn't have to worry about anything. And I would enjoy my journey in this new world as much as possible.
As soon as I solidified my resolve, a voice suddenly echoed in my head:
[Hello, hello! Mic check! I am your one and only ROB! Since you've made up your mind and decided on your goal, I'll now explain how you can achieve it. I haven't given you anything overpowered. In fact, your talent is complete trash. But don't worry! I've granted you a god-like artifact. This artifact will allow you to train in a separate dimension, where you will exist as a spiritual being.]
[In this space, time flows differently—a single year inside will equal only one hour in the real world. Now, what can it do? Besides ninjutsu practice, it will help you train your chakra control and muscle memory. However, it's not an instant power-up. For example, if you train your muscle memory in throwing kunai and reach a mastery of 70/100 inside the artifact, you won't gain that mastery instantly in the real world. It will take at least a week to integrate into your actual muscles.]
[You can imagine weapons, enemies, or training scenarios in this space, but you cannot imagine yourself being all-powerful. The only things you'll be able to train are Ninjutsu, Fūinjutsu, and Chakra Control. That's it. Good luck on your journey!]
I was stunned.
Woah. I didn't think I would actually have a cheat. And honestly, this was perfect. It wasn't some broken, overpowered ability—it all depended on how much effort I put into training. My only advantage was that I had more time to practice than any other ninja out there. Hehe, that's pretty good.
Now, what should I do next?
As I was contemplating, I suddenly heard a knock on the door. I stood up and walked over to open it.
Standing before me was a beautiful woman.
The moment I saw her, I instinctively knew—she was my aunt, Rika.
She smiled warmly at me. "Hello, Kyosuke. How have you been? What were you doing just now?"
Her voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "I just woke up. I was sitting on my bed, waiting for you. I'm quite hungry… What's for dinner?"
She chuckled. "Today, I brought something special—ramen!"
She handed me a box of steaming hot ramen, and the delicious aroma immediately hit my nose. My stomach growled, and without wasting a second, I took the box and sat on my bed.
Opening the lid, I was greeted by the best fragrance of ramen I had ever smelled. It was still hot, but my hunger overpowered my patience. I started eating immediately, savoring every bite.
Five minutes later, I was finished. I threw the empty box into the trash and stood up, only to see my aunt watching me with a gentle smile in her eyes.
"So, how is your training going for the academy admission?" she asked.
I thought for a moment before answering, "It's going well. I hope I can get into the academy and become a great ninja—just like my father and mother."
For a split second, a look of sadness flickered in her eyes, but she quickly masked it with a small smile. "Yes, Kyosuke… Do your best. But please, be careful. Don't end up like your parents."
I clenched my fists. "Don't worry, Aunt. Believe in me! I'll become the greatest ninja in the whole village!"
She laughed softly. "Alright, alright. Practice well. I'll go with you in five days for your admission test."
After saying that, she left, leaving me alone in my room.