Chapter 01: Another Chance

Chapter 01: Another Chance

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"Dialogue"

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Chapter 01: Another Chance

His eyes opened, and he was welcomed by the vision of a white ceiling.

Pushing past the stage of confusion, he tried to make sense of the situation.

He was sure he had died during that last battle. After all, he went as far as burning his life force and detonating his own body...all was done, to prevent his enemies from acquiring any of his secrets.

'But...how am I alive then?' A terrible thought came to mind...what if they found a way to stop his death and now he has been captured...waiting for his torture to commence.

He felt very weak, but with some effort, he was able to move his head a bit.

'What?...they didn't bind me?...' He could not believe this. He was just comfortably lying on a bed without a single restraint placed on him.

The door then opened, and a woman dressed in white came into the room.

She gasped in shock when she saw him awake. "I-I'll go call the doctor!"

'Who was that?...doctor?...'

The rest of his body did not seem to respond to him. So, with only his head, he started to look around the room.

There wasn't much to see. Basic furniture, some chairs, a table, and a glass cabinet in one corner.

The window's curtains were closed, so he couldn't glimpse outside, but by the light coming in, he could tell it must be around the middle of the day.

Finally, he gave his own body another look and found something unusual. It looked shorter and much thinner than he remembered.

Those old masters were able to leave behind more than just words on a manuscript but also images and even feelings, making it easier to comprehend their contents.

But this was a lot more chaotic. The memories were disorganized and scrambled together with no apparent rhythm or reason.

The bombardment of information continued for almost ten minutes, and when it ended, it left him with a terrible headache.

Disregarding the pain, he closed his eyes and began working on organizing all that information.

The key to his current situation must be somewhere in there.

An unknown amount of time passed, during which he did not open his eyes or move an inch.

When he was finally done, he looked to be baffled at his situation.

Moving his eyes upwards, he caught a glimpse of some blonde strands of hair. "This can't be happening...this is not my body."

But as difficult as it was to accept...the doctor had referred to him as Uzumaki.

The memories he had were from a boy known as Uzumaki Naruto, who lived his entire life in this village where warriors called ninjas were trained.

He attended the academy until very recently when he failed to graduate.

A teacher named Mizuki laid a trap for him and tried to kill him after making him steal some important treasure from the village leader.

That was the last event in those memories. So it must be the last thing that happened to him before...waking up here.

The fastest way to confirm this would be to take a look in the mirror.

There was a small one attached to the cabinet in the corner, but he couldn't move his muscles...

'Wait...' As he was concentrating on his body, he noticed there was still a lot of energy circulating through his spiritual veins.

'My dantian is still here! No, wait...if I'm not in my body, this cannot be my dantian.'

But it was still pleasant to find out he had one... although the energy coursing through it felt very unusual.