Chapter 1.1
I reincarnated.
A soul from a world of science and technology, now in a world of chakra and jutsu. What I once thought was the human limit, was now nothing but the worst of the worst. Of course, that's in shinobi standard.
Back home, where a world war raged on, or here, where life and death was uncertain. Which was worse?
Well, I guess in a world war, life and death was uncertain too. But at least there, I was filthy rich. I owned many establishments, resorts, houses—you name it, all because I was the son of a billionaire. But here?
I didn't even have a father, mother, or sibling. I was alone. Cold. Afraid. Left in an orphanage where nobody cares if we starved or get kidnapped.
Each night, I wondered. Will I still be in bed when I woke up? Or in some laboratory, like that one time? Waking up on the metallic table, naked, next to sharp scalpels and knives. What a memory, so beautiful, I never want to remember it again.
I was done for, I thought, until some weird-ass guy wearing bright white and red clothes came to save the day. He was dressed like a damned piñata, but the man claimed he was a ninja. His excuse was that he was having a vacation… yeah right.
Who goes deep underground, armed with knives and shuriken, raiding laboratories, for their vacation?
Anyway, that's how I learned about the existence of shinobi in this world. That's also how I know that I'm in the Naruto world. And fuck my life.
Chapter 1.2
I hated anime in my past life.
It was childish, I thought. Only no-life men watched it, I thought. Well, I guess there is a God after all. He must be laughing at me right now, because I know nothing about this world. All I knew was that Naruto has a son called Boruto and everyone memed on it.
I groaned, pushing everything off my desk. Notebooks, pencils, ink brushes… the only thing spared was the bottle of ink. That stuff is hella expensive. As for where I am… Well, I have my own house now.
After all, it's been fifteen years since I arrived here, eight years since I "graduated" from the orphanage. That was one hell of a milestone for me. Gone was the stale bread and watery soup, I transitioned to… starvation.
It didn't last long, thankfully. I was picked up by a shinobi. A wandering shinobi, who happened to see me while I was trying to snag some bread off a random baker. According to that man, I had a talent for ninjutsu.
I proved him wrong. He left, seven and a half years ago, but he was a kind man. He left me with money—a lot of money. Even now, I still had half of the money he left behind, stowed safely in a seal on my left arm.
Thanks to him, I survived rather well in this world. But also thanks to him, I picked up a dangerous interest. I started studying how to become a "shinobi". It wasn't hard, surprisingly, but I should've expected it. Although the taijutsu and basic chakra scrolls I managed to get my hands on were probably bad, what matters is that I got my hands on it.
I've been studying that taijutsu scroll for seven and a half years now, and it's safe to say I can defend myself. From civilians, to clarify. I haven't fought any shinobi, and I don't plan to any time soon. I may be trying to become a "shinobi," but… not one that does "shinobi work," if you get my drift.
As for the chakra scroll, it taught me how to mold and use chakra. In regards to this, I already knew a little bit from that saint of a ninja, so the chakra scroll barely helped. But hey, at least I learned a little trick thanks to it—I learned how to push chakra out of my palm.
It was no help. The chakra evaporates in milliseconds. But it looked flashy, at least.
Enough of that, I wasn't that interested in ninjutsu, to be honest. After hearing about all the deaths happening from civilians trying to perform ninjutsu, yeah. I'm staying clear of that stage.
What I wanted to learn was how some ink, and a drawing on my skin, can house money. It's not like all the ryō the ninja left me was stuffed into my arm. Nope. Shit just vanished when it touched the ink!
I've tried looking for a scroll about it, but tough luck, fate gave me none. So here I am, armed with a brush and an ink bottle, trying to replicate it.
Did I make progress? Hell no. Well, in terms of this ink magic, anyway.
Ironically, I learned ninjutsu by accident.
Chapter 1.3
Were they useful? I have zero idea.
I can coat my ink brush with chakra. Well, anything with chakra, as long as it was small and if it's alive, as long as it didn't resist. Is it actually "ninjutsu"? I would argue it's not, but my best buddy merchant said that it was, so I'm calling it that.
For simplicity, I named it "Chakra Coating".
The second ninjutsu I learned was using chakra to compress things. For example, I can compress a book the size of my head with the thickness of my palm, into a paper ball I can hold with one hand. The downside? Good luck trying to undo that.
For this one, I named it "Chakra Compression".
The last ninjutsu I learned was to heat things up with chakra. I learned this when I tried fusing chakra with ink. It didn't work. The ink fucking boiled. Later, I realized I could boil and evaporate water with enough chakra, so I suppose it's possible to melt solids with this.
I called it "Chakra Boiling".
None of them are flashy, but I wasn't complaining. I learned them all by accident, when I was trying to imitate this goddamn seal. Ah, the bliss once I succeed.
Can you imagine? The amount of money I can make if I mass-produced this stuff? I don't know if this stuff is already available world-wide, but who gives a shit. Income is income!
Anyway, I've got to get today started.
Standing up, I stared at the fallen objects on the floor. Let's ignore that. I'm starving. Walking toward the kitchen, I take out some cabbage and roasted chicken from last night. Both were chopped into bite-sized pieces, stir fried with some salt, and there's my breakfast. Plus rice, can't forget about rice.
Next up was to go out and practice my taijutsu. It helped with staying healthy, and I noticed my chakra constantly rising by staying fit. Come to think of it, I didn't know how much chakra I had compared to the shinobi of this world. Probably very little.
One afternoon and lunch later, I was back at my desk, staring at the familiar piece of paper, a brush, and a bottle of ink. I almost fainted at the sight, this was getting tiring and I haven't even touched them yet. Unbeknownst to me, a savior would soon come.
The door trembled from someone banging at it from outside. I frowned, but before I could stand, the door gave in. Tch, that costs money, you know?! But I couldn't even glare when I saw my best buddy merchant rushing in, covered in sweat.
He was a young man, twenty-one, and was a little muscular. Don't let that fool you, he's weak as shit, my scrawny body can beat him up easily. Did he train his muscles or blow air into them? I've got no clue.
"Zen! Zen! Let's run, quick! Ninjas are coming!" He said, grabbing my arm and practically pulling me out of the house.
Okay, that was rude. I bumped my head against the wall as we bulldozed through the—Wait, did he just say ninja?