Chronicles of the Wolf Pack
Book 1: Premonitions
The Chthonic Professor
Summary: A young man finds himself reborn into the Naruto world to the same parents he had in his past life. The problem is, he's been reborn as a citizen of Takigakure no Sato. How the heck is he supposed to change anything from half a world away?
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Prologue
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Oddly enough, experiencing death wasn't as pleasant as he'd thought it would be. Though, he guessed being immolated near-instantaneously would be one of the less painful ways to go.
Yeah. There were definitely nastier ways to go than by Nuclear Bomb.
He'd known this day was coming. They'd all known this day was coming. The apocalypse, the end of the world, Doomsday, whatever you wanted to call it; it had finally come. Humanity was finally paying for it's sins, and the world was being cleansed in fire.
Heh. That was actually pretty poetic.
Return back to the matter at hand; let it be said once more, dying wasn't exactly the most pleasant experience. Sure, the actual dying part itself wasn't so bad. He'd only been completely obliterated on an atomic level, after all. It was what came after that sucked royal ass.
His world had gone dark, and not seconds later, it felt like someone was trying to squeeze his brain into the smallest trash-compactor the world had ever seen. Everything was wrong. He was seeing out of his ears and hearing through his nose, he was tasting with his eyes and smelling with his tongue. The world was upside-down, upright, sideways and diagonal all at the same time and all the while his brain had become the Hulk's new punching bag.
After-dying sucked.
Yeah, he'd decided to call it after-dying, deal with it.
He didn't know how long he'd spent in this after-dying state. He wasn't sure what exactly he was expecting to see after dying, but it involved something a little more than this.
Where was the Heaven or Hell Christianity talked about? He wasn't exactly a devout Christian, but he was a Christian nonetheless. He should have at least been allowed to play rock-paper-scissors with Satan or something. This - whatever this entails - was just a terrifying combination of boring and painful.
Then, after what felt like an eternity spent in this void-less expanse of ugh, something finally happened.
He started suffocating.
That's when his eyeballs decided to go on strike as they were burned out of their very sockets by light!
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Okay so he may have been exaggerating a little, but the sudden burst of light caused enough pain and startled him enough that he started crying.
Like a baby.
No, like a newborn baby, with the gut-wrenching wails and everything.
Massive hands, like, way too massive hands, lifted him up and handed him to slightly - but not much - smaller hands.
And everything clicked into place.
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AN: So the prologue is a little… wacky, but don't let that fool you. This story isn't going to be a crazy sarcastically-funny story, not really anyway. I'm not exactly the funniest person around. All in all, I'm really trying to put a unique spin on the whole Self-Insert genre, so I hope this one doesn't disappoint.
Peace out people.
The Chthonic Professor