POV: Yuji Takemura
Two weeks have passed since I found myself in this unfamiliar world, and I'm now certain this is no dream—it's my new reality. My name is Yuji Takemura, or at least, that's the name of the body I now inhabit. Piecing together fragments of Yuji's memories from the past two months, I've learned some things about his life, though his childhood and parents remain a mystery to me.
From what I've gathered, Yuji's parents were chunin who perished during the Nine-Tails' attack on Konoha—a tragic loss. Orphaned in the aftermath, Yuji was sent to this orphanage, where he withdrew from others, preferring solitude. That suits me fine; I wasn't much for socializing in my old world either. Yuji, it seems, was driven by a burning desire to become a shinobi and avenge his parents through relentless training. But then, somehow, I arrived, taking over his body. A cruel twist of fate, isn't it?
Over the past two weeks, I've kept busy helping the orphanage workers with chores while quietly adapting to this world. As someone from another reality, I couldn't resist experimenting with chakra. To my surprise, sensing it was easier than I expected. By sitting cross-legged and meditating, I quickly felt the warm, flowing energy within me. I could move it through my body with ease, but pushing it outward proved impossible for now. So, I've stuck to basic physical training, biding my time.
Becoming a shinobi is no small feat. It requires five years at the Shinobi Academy, after which graduates emerge as full-fledged ninja. In Konoha, it's a common dream, and I'm no exception. Why? Simple. It's thrilling—spitting fire, wielding incredible powers, and surviving in a harsh world. The Third Great Ninja War left the Land of Fire's economy in shambles. Merchants and traders struggle, but shinobi lead stable, respected lives. If I want security and purpose, this is the path.
"Yuji, what're you doing? Come play with us!" a cheerful voice calls from behind. It's Yui, a brown-haired kid with a bright grin. According to Yuji's memories, he's my only real friend—an extrovert who dragged the loner Yuji out of his shell. Yui dreams of becoming a shinobi too, and we've planned to enter the Academy together when we turn five.
Something I've noticed here is how fast children develop. Physically and mentally, they're leaps ahead of kids from my old world. Babies walk at five months, and by one year old, they're jumping and running. I tested my own limits and was stunned to find I could easily leap onto the orphanage's roof—a feat many kids here can manage. This is Naruto's world, after all. What more could I achieve with chakra?
"I'm coming!" I shout, sprinting toward Yui, a spark of excitement igniting within me. What lies ahead in this world of shinobi? I can't wait to find out.