A/N: Hey guys and gals, AKA Naruto here! Yeah, I know right? Why the hell would Naruto write a freaking fanfiction. Nah, I ain't Naruto (and I'm really glad I'm not!), I'm just a high schooler who really got into Naruto a few years ago. Recently, I've started reading fanfictions once again. And to be honest, I sort of felt guilty that I did not contribute a writing of my own to the community, after I had read so many of other's work. So here I am. Fair warning: I am not the best at writing, but I do think I can hold my own against some of the people in this community. I felt that minor hidden villages were glossed over in the main series, so I'm here to give them some justice. So here we go…
Not yet. This is a prologue/introduction. Character is simply trying to make sense of where he is and what he is supposed to do. I will say that this will have slow updates, but I hope to release updates as fast as possible.
Obligatory disclaimer: (Insert joke about not owning Naruto because if I did, would be hella rich. Fuck you Kishi (I'm just kidding Kishi, I love you) for milking the hell out of Naruto).
No but honestly, I do not own or gain any monetary value from writing this. Naruto belongs to Kishimoto. I also do not own the cover image.
6 Months Old
Well, I've been reborn. What a sophisticated first coherent thought.
What else am I supposed to say? I mean, this is not a dream. You don't really have that feeling of reality in your dreams. Well, in hindsight, I definitely did not believe that the self-insert stories I read online would have any merit to them, but here we are… Life wouldn't be life without any surprises I guess.
Though I do wonder what kind of sin I committed that God would just completely skip over hell to put me into an entirely new universe. Though whether that's a blessing or a curse, I can't really tell. Though I can't say I've ever been an optimist, I've always been rational. Why would a higher power put me into a new world? And honestly, I can only find one good reason for it. Atone for my sins and make some good in this world.
Speaking of which, where am I? I know that it has to be in Japan or somewhere Japan related, but the furniture around me seems odd. I know that there must be traditionalists left in Japan, but this seems over the top. The fact that I have not seen a single electronic device around me bothered me. So, I must be–
A creaking noise interrupted my musings. I turned around rather clumsily. My motor skills were still not that good. Then I saw a woman standing near the door with light blue hair, a pale face, and striking frost blue eyes. Mom.
"Shimoyuki, it's time for your bath."
Well that's one answer, I had a mother who cared enough to raise her child well. That's a plus in my book. Well, I've never enjoyed taking baths, and I guess that carried over to this life. I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to cry. Emotions surged up me, as I had my first sentient crying session.
"Shhh, baby it will be ok. I know that you don't like to do this, but it is necessary for your health." My mom picked me up and carried me to the bath.
That day, I learned that I have a strange liking for freezing water.
15 Months Old
One thing that bothered me throughout the past months was that I never saw my dad. Not even in pictures. Well for that matter, I never saw anyone but my mom. She never brought me outside the house, in fact she explicitly told me not to go outside. I mean, what could be so bad out there that I would be banned from going out?
So today I decided to try and find out. I slowly did a walking-crawling hybrid movement to the front door. From my knowledge, my mother should be sleeping at the moment. So, it should be fine if I just opened the door and took a little peep at the outside world.
Luckily the doorknob was low enough for me to reach it. I turned it slowly, expecting some kind of monster to pop out of the door and eat me.
Nothing like that happened.
I opened the door further and welcomed the cold breeze. The feeling I had was beyond words. The soft, frosty breeze wrapped around my frail body, caressing my skin. I could feel it air whistling, almost as if it were speaking to me. I was in total awe.
"Shimoyuki! What are you doing? Get back over here this instant!" My mom had found me.
I closed the door and slowly moved closer to her. She picked me up and sat me down on a chair in the living room. She sat beside me.
"I told you not to go outside! Why did you disobey me?"
"But mom…" I moaned.
"No buts. I told you that you cannot go outside. I know that you are just a little child and you're curious, but please trust me on this. The world is a very dangerous place. There are bad people everywhere," my Mom exclaimed.
Wow, that's a nihilistic view of the world. But, this situation did give me the perfect opportunity to ask a question that has been bothering me for a long time.
"Okay mom, I won't go outside…"
She visibly relaxed.
"But only if you answer my question. Where's dad?"
She tensed again.
"Your dad… He was a very nice person. He really did care for you."
Oh no, past tense.
"He was always there for both me and you, especially when you were born. But then, he got called out to go to a mission. And the way our village is, every single mission is precious. We don't get many of them, because we are such a small hidden village."
Mission? Hidden Village? Don't tell me…
"Your dad was the best ninja of his generation that Shimogakure produced. Our village is poor. We are nowhere near as strong as a village with Konoha or Kumo. Every single mission is important and cannot be wasted. You dad got an especially precious one, just a week after you were born. It was to deliver an important scroll to the daimyo of Shimogakure."
This is Naruto. This is without a doubt Naruto.
I. Am. In. Freaking. Naruto.
I am so fucked.
"He was never able to deliver that scroll. And that signified the downfall of our village. The daimyo infuriated that we could not deliver such an important scroll, cut down our mission demand by half. Now, our village survives on missions from civilians and travelling merchants. Our village is failing, and our ninja system is simply costing too much money. Thus, the amount of ninja we produce is declining every year. Because the dire situation, people started blaming their troubles on your dad. That's why I don't want you to go outside. I don't want you to face the hate."
Well, that gave me a ton of answers. And a million more questions.
"Sorry that must have been boring. And honestly, I doubt you understand half of that. It's getting late, I'll go make you some dinner." She quickly left to the kitchen, shoulders quivering.
Well, what am I supposed to do now? I'm in a world full of murderous people and war. No scrap that, I know exactly what I'm supposed to do. God sent me here for a reason. Maybe I'm stroking my ego, but at least it gives me something to work towards. I mean why else would he bring me here, if not to atone for my sins and fix the world.
I have a purpose. And I guess the only thing that I can feasibly do is become a ninja. After all, it gives me the best chance for people to listen to me. If there is anything that people respect in this world, its strength and reputation.
Now for the final thing really bothering me… Why the hell was I born in Shimogakure of all places? Why not Konoha, or even Iwa? That's really going to limit my choices of ways to get strong. I'm really going to need to think about how to get strong.
But hey, at least I have a starting point.
Time to shake this world to its core.
Why, to bring peace of course.
A/N: Well, not the largest chapter, but it does a good job of explaining the situation Shimoyuki finds himself in. Also to quickly explain, babies do generally talk at around 15 months, from my understanding. Since Shimoyuki is an older soul, I think he would have the understanding to talk well, even at such a young age. I hope I have hooked y'all. I have plans for this fanfic, and they are massive. I can guarantee that Shimoyuki will not be overpowered. But he will be strong enough to carry out his plans.
I hoped you guys enjoyed. Criticism is appreciated. Please review.