Tap! Tap! Tap!
The sharp, hurried rhythm of footsteps tore through the silent forest, breaking its stillness like a blade cutting through cloth. Dry leaves crunched loudly underfoot, branches swayed as figures rushed past them, and distant birds scattered into the sky in alarm.
A blond-haired boy dashed forward at full speed, his figure weaving through the dense trees with practiced agility. Right behind him ran a girl with long black hair; her breathing was uneven, yet she forced her legs to keep moving.
Naruto Uzumaki's blue eyes flickered constantly, scanning every shadow, every flicker of movement, every unnatural disturbance in the surroundings. 'They're getting closer… I can feel it.'
Despite the urgency of the situation, his thoughts remained unnaturally steady. That calmness wasn't natural.
It was the effect of a skill—
[Gamer's Mind]
A strange ability that suppressed panic and forced clarity, allowing him to think even in situations where most would freeze. Yet, even with that imposed calm, something deeper stirred beneath it.
A quiet, suffocating fear. A thought he refused to accept. 'If I fail… what will happen to her?' His jaw tightened, his steps growing slightly heavier, yet faster. 'I won't let that happen… I can't let that happen.'
Mud stained his cheek, and sweat ran down his neck, but his pace never broke. "I can't fail her in this, dattebayo."
The words echoed silently within him, carrying a stubborn determination. Behind him, the girl struggled to match his speed, her small hands trembling slightly as she ran.
Then—
"Wait…" Her voice cut through the tension like a thread snapping. Naruto reacted instantly. His body halted, feet dragging across the ground as he slid forward before forcefully stopping. Dirt scattered, leaving marks along the forest floor.
The wind died down. The forest fell quiet. Too quiet.
And then—
Three shadows dropped from above. Thud. Thud. Thud.
They landed right in front of them, blocking the path completely. Naruto's gaze sharpened immediately. Dark clothing.
The fan-shaped crest. The Uchiha clan symbol. He had seen it enough times—on Sasuke, during training, and from Kakashi's explanations about bloodline limits—to recognize it without hesitation. 'So they've caught up …'
The air itself felt heavier. Behind him, Nanashi instinctively stepped closer, her fingers lightly clutching the fabric of his sleeve, as if seeking something solid to hold onto.
One of the shinobi stepped forward, his presence cold and suffocating. "Brat. I don't know who you are." His voice was low, controlled, yet filled with quiet authority.
Naruto didn't respond. He simply stared back, his expression hardening. Another shinobi spoke, his tone colder, sharper. "But that girl …"
His eyes shifted toward her. "Nanashi Uchiha is not someone we can allow to escape."
A pause followed, heavy with meaning. "She is a tool of the clan."
His gaze didn't waver. "And tools are not meant to run."
For a brief moment—
Silence.
Then—
"Shut up!" Naruto's voice exploded, cutting through the tension like a thunderclap. "She is not a tool, you bastards!"
His anger wasn't subtle. It burned openly, fiercely, without restraint. Nanashi flinched slightly behind him—not out of fear, but because of the weight of those words.
No one had ever spoken like that for her. No one had ever stood in front of her like this. Naruto stepped forward, placing himself firmly between her and the three shinobi, his body acting as a shield without hesitation.
His fists clenched tightly. 'How can they say that so easily…?'
'Like she's nothing… like she doesn't matter.'
His breathing steadied again, but the anger lingered, simmering beneath the surface.
'I won't allow it.'
But then—
"Wait…!"
Nanashi's voice trembled as she suddenly moved forward.
Naruto's eyes widened in surprise. Before he could react, she stepped past him, placing herself directly between him and the Uchiha.
Her small frame looked fragile, almost out of place in such a tense moment, yet she didn't step back. "Nanashi—what are you doing?!"
Naruto's voice carried urgency and confusion.
She didn't turn immediately.
Her shoulders trembled slightly.
She understood.
More than anyone else, she understood what was about to happen. The leader of the Uchiha shifted subtly. A killing intent emerged—sharp, quiet, but unmistakably directed at Naruto.
Nanashi's fingers curled into fists. "I can't let him die… not because of me."
Tears gathered in her eyes as she spoke.
"I… I'll come back with you." Her voice was soft, yet it didn't waver.
"But please …" A brief pause.
"Let him go." The forest seemed to hold its breath.
"I'll come with you guys." A tear slipped down her cheek. Naruto froze, his expression tightening. "What are you saying…?"
His voice dropped, filled with disbelief. "Don't listen to them, Nanashi! I said I'll help you—"
Before he could finish, something shifted. A subtle distortion. A pressure in the air.
And then—
His body stopped. "Huh…?"
Naruto's eyes widened.
His limbs refused to move.
His chakra—
'It's being suppressed…?'
The strength in his body drained away unnaturally fast, like something was forcibly cutting off his control. His gaze snapped toward Nanashi.
Her eyes—
They had changed. A complex, unfamiliar pattern bloomed within her Sharingan. Mangekyo Sharingan.
Her ability—
"Yachihiko." Even without words, Naruto could feel it. That was what was binding him.
"You… what did you—" He tried to step forward. Nothing happened. His body remained locked in place. Nanashi slowly turned back toward him.
For the first time—
She smiled.
A soft, fragile, yet breathtakingly gentle smile. "Thank you... Naruto-kun."
Her voice carried warmth, mixed with quiet sadness. Naruto's breath hitched. For a brief moment, everything else faded. 'That smile …'
Before he could react—
She turned away. And began walking toward the Uchiha.
One step.
Then another.
Each step felt heavier than the last. Naruto's fingers twitched slightly as he struggled against the invisible restraint.
'Move…!'
'Come on, move!'
But nothing changed. His body refused to respond. His voice remained trapped.
All he could do—
Was watching her walk away.
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So… you're probably wondering, how did things turn out like this? How did everything spiral into this situation? Then let's go back.
Back to where it all began.
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It started on the day Naruto was returning from the Wave mission.
The journey had been calm.
The air is steady.
Everything felt… normal.
And yet—
Something was off. Naruto had felt it clearly. A gaze. Faint, distant, but persistent. Watching him. Following him. At first, he ignored it. Dismissed it as lingering tension from the mission.
After all, it wasn't unusual to feel on edge after something like that. But he didn't realize.
That very moment—that subtle, unnoticed instant—was the point where everything began to change.
A mission like the one in Wave had left a deeper mark on Naruto than he initially realized. It wasn't just about danger. It wasn't just about fighting.
It was about something far more uncomfortable—
The meaning of being a shinobi.
As Naruto walked along the dirt path leading back to the village, his steps were slower than usual, his gaze lowered slightly as his thoughts circled endlessly within his mind.
Zabuza's words. Haku's sacrifice. The way they both accepted their roles without hesitation.
Tools. That word echoed again and again.
A shinobi is a tool. The idea felt wrong.
Unnatural.
And yet, it was something that existed in reality, not just words. Naruto clenched his fists slightly. 'Are we really supposed to live like that…?' His chest tightened as he thought about it.
Serving missions without question. Throwing away emotions.
Dying if necessary—
Just because someone ordered it. He shook his head slightly. 'No… that's not right.' Deep within him, his instincts rejected that idea completely. He didn't need someone to explain it.
He just knew. 'We are not tools.'
His steps came to a halt for a brief moment. His blue eyes sharpened slightly as resolve filled them. 'I'm going to become Hokage.'
The words rose within him with unwavering certainty. 'And if that's the case…'
His fists clenched tighter. 'Then I'll change that way of thinking itself.'
A quiet determination settled inside him, steady and unshaken. Not loud. Not dramatic. But firm. Like a foundation being laid.
And at that exact moment—
Someone was watching him.
Hidden.
Silent.
Unnoticed.
A pair of eyes lingered on Naruto, observing not just his movements, but something far deeper—
His thoughts. A faint, almost imperceptible smile formed on her lips. "Good…"
Her voice was barely above a whisper, carried away by the wind. "Then let it be, Naruto."
Her gaze softened slightly yet held a certain sharpness beneath it. "He really is the right choice." She exhaled quietly, her figure remaining concealed.
She knew something others didn't. Naruto wasn't just another genin. He was the central figure of this world. The one around whom everything revolved.
Because of that, she had hesitated. At first, she had no intention of involving him.
After all—
Her actions had the potential to alter the future itself. And interfering with something like that was not a trivial matter.
But now—
After hearing his thoughts—
After seeing that unwavering resolve—
She realized something. Her earlier judgment had been shallow. Incomplete.
This boy… Had the qualities needed.
Not just strength. But something far rarer.
Conviction.
And so—
Her decision changed. Not far from Naruto, Kakashi Hatake walked silently, his visible eye glancing toward his students. He let out a small sigh.
The Wave mission had clearly affected them.
More than any of them would openly admit.
Sasuke walked ahead, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable as always. Yet Kakashi knew better. There was a subtle shift in his demeanor.
He wasn't as unaffected as he pretended to be.
Sakura, on the other hand, was far easier to read.
Her face carried lingering unease, her steps slightly hesitant, as if her mind were still replaying everything that had happened.
And Naruto—
Kakashi's gaze lingered on him the longest. His silence said everything. Naruto wasn't loud right now. Wasn't complaining. Wasn't shouting.
That alone made it clear how deeply the mission had impacted him. '...This was their first real mission outside the village.'
Kakashi reached into his pouch and pulled out his familiar orange book. Icha Icha Paradise. He flipped it open, though his mind wasn't fully focused on the contents. 'Maybe I pushed them a bit too early…'
His visible eye softened slightly. 'They'll need time to process all of this.'
Closing the book with a soft snap, Kakashi finally spoke. "Alright."
His voice broke the quiet atmosphere. "You guys should take the rest of the day off."
Naruto blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. "I'll handle the mission report myself."
Sasuke gave a small nod.
"Hn."
Without another word, he turned and walked away. Sakura immediately followed, glancing briefly at Naruto before hurrying after Sasuke.
"R-right! See you tomorrow!"
And just like that—
They were gone. Naruto stood there, watching their backs silently as they disappeared into the village streets. For a moment, he didn't move.
Didn't speak.
Just stood there.
Then—
Kakashi vanished as well.
Gone in an instant.
Leaving Naruto alone.
The wind blew gently, rustling his jacket. He looked up. The sky stretched wide above him, clear and blue. "Guess… I'll head home."
His voice was quiet. "And maybe get some ramen later…"
A faint, familiar thought.
Simple.
Comforting.
With that, Naruto began walking toward his apartment.
Meanwhile—
Kakashi stood inside the Hokage's office, delivering the mission report.
His tone was calm and professional, but the weight of the mission was evident in his words.
Across from him sat the third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, listening carefully as smoke curled from his pipe.
But that—
It was happening elsewhere.
Naruto had already reached his apartment. His steps were automatic.
His mind was still occupied.
Fragments of the mission replayed over and over again. Haku's smile.
Zabuza's final moments. The snow.
The silence. Without realizing it, Naruto opened the door and stepped inside. His movements were absent-minded.
Distracted.
And then—
Something felt… off. The moment his foot crossed the threshold—
The surroundings changed. The dim interior of his apartment vanished.
In its place—
A space filled with light. Bright. Unfamiliar.
Clean and polished, unlike anything he had seen before. Naruto blinked.
"Huh…?"
Before he could react—
A voice echoed directly inside his mind.
Cold.
Mechanical.
Emotionless.
[Name: Naruto Uzumaki]
The words appeared clearly, as if written across his consciousness.
[Has been registered to the guild.]
Naruto froze. "What…?"
Another line followed immediately.
[Acquired passive skills:]
[Gamer's Mind]
[Gamer's Physique]
The information flowed into him instantly.
Not spoken.
Not explained.
Just… known.
For a brief moment, Naruto stood still.
Processing.
Understanding.
And yet—
There was no panic.
No overwhelming fear.
The emotions that should have surged—
Were suppressed.
Calmed.
Almost unnaturally.
His thoughts remained clear.
Focused.
'So this is… because of that skill?'
Even in this strange situation, his mind was already analyzing. His gaze moved around the place. The environment was refined. Elegant.
Almost like something from another world entirely. 'This isn't my room…'
He realized it immediately.
Still—
He didn't lose control.
Didn't shout in confusion.
Didn't panic.
Instead—
He scratched the back of his head slightly. "What the hell is this… dattebayo?"
His voice echoed lightly in the space.
And then—
"Welcome."
A new voice.
Warm.
Gentle.
Completely different from the mechanical one.
Naruto turned his head.
There—
Standing behind a polished counter—
She was a woman.
A receptionist.
She wore a calm smile, her posture composed, as if nothing about this situation was unusual. "Welcome to the Dimension Guild."
Her words settled into the air.
And just like that—
Something new had begun.