00002. Waiting is boring, unless your mind is a playground.

00002. Waiting is boring, unless your mind is a playground. AnnouncementI will be putting hyperlinks in each chapter, so people reading can understand what I am talking about. It might be for a person, place, thing or just random info about it. Do keep in mind that when I link things it might not be exactly what or who I am talking about in the story because this is my own version of the world. It is more there for people who have never read or watched anything to do with Marvel Comics or Naruto. I hope you enjoy the story, please let me know what you think about it.

After feeling his soul being pulled and sucked into itself, he now feels surrounded by warmth. Like a nice hug from someone you like. He can feel the changes that were made to his soul from GOD and can feel info pouring into his mind, , , but there were other things also like how to clone people. Genetic manipulation, the proper way to forge , and so much more.

He actually gave me all of the knowledge from the world of Naruto. This would definitely make things more interesting.

Trying to examine his surroundings, nothing is noticeable besides the warm feeling.

I must be waiting to be born, maybe I am in the womb of my mother and currently just cells dividing. Weird how I still have all this information, yet I most likely have no brain currently. But this must be why astral projection works, everything is tied into and saved in the soul. At least for me that is. A very interesting thing to think about, I will have to ask the about it, if I get the chance.

Slowly he feels more info pour into his mind/soul, after a while he finds something that can occupy his mind. It’s a technique to build up defenses in the mind, after looking it over for a while he begins to practice it. He starts with the simple thing first, projecting himself into his own mind.

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While time slowly passes for the transferred soul, as its new body grows and it’s gifts are being transferred over. Something else in another part of the world is happening. In an open room with worn out red and black tiles sits a woman. A faint green light comes off her body as she sits in a lotus position. A golden object rests in her hands while a green light pulses out from it. After some time, the green light fades.

Her eyes flutter open exposing beautiful moss colored irises, while a slight frown begins to tug at her lips. After a few minutes a sigh escapes her lips as she stands up and begins to move towards the door. It is still night outside, and the glow of the moon illuminates the corridors as she walks towards the inner compound of the building. After a while she reaches her destination, an inner annex of the compound with a pedestal resting in the middle surrounded by doors on three sides.

Taking the worn golden item from around her neck she places it on the pedestal. Then turns a ring around the object she placed on the pedestal a few times while looking up at a floating orb resting in the middle of the room above. Lost in thought, she doesn’t notice as the 3 doors open around her and people walk out, one person from each door. A few minutes pass in silence before the woman speaks to the 3 people gathered before her.

“I am sorry for calling you at this time, but I have found something disturbing. While using the to peer through time, my vision has become cloudy. I can no longer determine anything past this point, everything is in a fog. I have caught a glimpse and pieces of a few things. But something has changed and the world is no longer following the path that was setup for it.”

A taller man with a long black beard down to his chest is the first to speak. “Do you have any idea what could have caused something like this, Ancient One?”

“I unfortunately do not, Master Robertson. I must ask you all to be extra vigilant in the coming days. Something is coming, whether it is good or bad is yet to be determined. Let your students know to be careful when they leave the sanctums."

With a wave of her hand, the sphere moves into a set position and she turns around and looks at each person before she nods to them before saying. “Thank you for your time, I will keep you informed of anything I find.”

Happy with what he had made, he moved out of his maze and started making his first offensive mind space weapon, or better to say "person." It was a young boy no more than 5 years old. Whenever someone appeared in his mind space without his permission he would appear and begin to ask questions. At first it would be something simple like, “Hi, what is your name?” Then it would ask the important question, “Why are you here?” It wouldn’t matter what they answer, it’s next and only question would always be “Why?” Again it wouldn’t matter what they say, because the next question would always be, “Why?” If someone stopped replying the little boy would follow them around and keep asking, “Why?”

But if someone became fed up with the little boy and attacked them, they wouldn’t be able to hurt them. But the little boy would just follow them around while crying and as time went on it would get louder and more annoying. But worst of all, a new little boy would show up and start the whole process over again. So not only would you have a crying child, who becomes louder the longer they follow you. But you would also have another child following you around asking “Why?” Attack that child? Two kids crying and following you around while a third child asks “Why?” Close the door on them? They just phase through it. The only way to stop them is to leave his mind space. But if you come back, the same kids will be there. Doesn’t matter if it was only a few seconds or a year. The kids will always be waiting for your return.

As he was starting to plan his next offensive mind space tool, he felt something happening to his body. It was like he was being squeezed, it wasn’t that painful, but it was enough to bring him out of his mind space. It lasted for a few minutes before he saw a bright light, after that he was lifted up and the next thing he felt was someone smacking him. Letting out a cry of surprise which turned into a wail, he heard, “Congratulations, he is a healthy baby boy.”

A soft and somewhat weak voice asked, “Can I see him?”

“Just a moment Mrs. Mercer, he is being cleaned.”

After a few moments he was being wrapped in a blanket and then handed to a woman, she smiled down at the small bundle and said, “Welcome to the world sweetie. Your name is Theodore Ezekiel Mercer.”

That is kind of a mouthful, but it’s fine I guess.

Theodore opened his eyes and looked up at the woman and she gasped in response as she asked, “Is something wrong with his eyes?”

Something must be wrong because I can’t see anything but a blur in my vision.

Someone else spoke up for the first time, “What do you mean honey?”

Someone came closer to the bed and looked down at Theodore, he let out a low whistle and then said, “I have no idea, but those are the darkest eyes I have ever seen. His iris looks black. Hey doc, do you have any idea why his eyes are like this?”

“Just luck of the draw, most babies are born with blue eyes and after a few years their eye color will change to something else. It might stay like that or it might change in the next year or so.”

The woman looked up at her husband for a moment, then back to the baby in her hands and smiled as she said. “It doesn’t matter, he is cute and his black eyes are pretty now that I look at them more.”

Well it looks like I have the . But that doesn’t explain why my eyesight is shit.