I do not own Naruto

Beta reader: BETAsatchel

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Car's zoom past each other as the people of the city shuffle about, never looking at each other but pressing forward regardless. In this land food is an art form, masterfully crafted baked goods, meticulously breed animals for the world's finest beef, and turning the cutting of fish into an art form. Welcome, to the land of the rising sun, Japan. In the hustle and bustle of the major city of Tokyo we manage to see a short, pudgy man with a huge smile on his face with a shirt saying, 'I love to eat!' on it.

"Helloooooooo~ Japan!", I shout causing the people around me to jerk in response and look at me in confusion, as if I'm a crazy person! I'm just super excited is all! I've always wanted to come here! The food, the anime, the women~!

"Oh man I can't wait to take in the sights and sounds of Japan! Especially the food!", I say giddily as I licks my lips. With a hike of my pants I rush off to find my first meal and one that you can only find in japan! Fugu (blowfish).

Whistling as I walk down the street with my nose in my 'English to Japanese' translation dictionary looking for the word 河豚 (Fugu) on one of the shops. After an hour of wandering I find a back-alley shop with that Fugu symbol on it. The shop looks worn down and the sign had holes across it, but with a shrug I just shrug it off and walks across the street. From my point of view these types of hole in the wall places have the best food!

Bam! *

A sudden noise startles me, as I gather my senses I find myself in front of the shop, I see the shops name, "トラック様寿司" (Truck-sama Sushi).

"Hello?", I call out. Upon entering the inside of the dainty shop I'm greeted by an almost pure white room. A single counter with a single chair and a single man behind the sushi bar.

"Welcome!", shouts an older man from behind the counter. He appears to stand around 6'4, lean muscles with very few wrinkles on his face, with a long pure white scraggly beard to accompany he long white hair.

Quickly I waddle through and sits in the single seat. I quickly flip through my translation book trying to speak to the chef.

"That's aright young man, I speak English haha", chuckles the chef.

"Oh, well then it's a pleasure to meet you! My name is ***** *******", I greet.

"The name's Toyotahisho Shibuanta. But my friends call me Truck-sama from the famous Toyota trucks haha", replies Truck-sama as he shakes my hand.

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you Truck-sama", I smile.

"Now then what can I get for you?".

"I'd like some fugu please!".

"Wow, quite the daredevil isn't you", laughs Truck-sama. "Sure, I can make you some! But, it's more of an ending dish. How about I make you omakase, is that alright?".

Omakase is a meal consisting of dishes selected by the chef.

"Please go ahead", I say gesturing with my hands. I've never had omakse before, but I've always wanted too! It feels so Japanese!

Truck-sama gives a small nod before beginning his prep work.

"So, what brings you to the land of the rising sun?", asks Truck-sama casually.

"Well as you can tell from my "fluffy" exterior I like to eat a lot. I'm here to research new food ideas, I have a dream of being a chef one day", I say idly. I look around to try and get a better understand of the shop. But again it's just pure white with this single countertop.

"Oh? And why's that?", asks Truck-sama not looking away from his work.

"I always wanted to be a chef. Flavors and food were always of interest to me, but it was how those things brought friends and family together to celebrate not only the special occasions but everyday life. It has been a blessing that I have been able to pursue a career that creates a product that brings people together", I say drinking some water.

"Hmm, sounds good", smiles Truck-sama slightly. "Here's your salmon nigiri enjoy".

As I begin to devour the fish, bursts of flavor enter his mouth. Truck-sama sees this and smiles happily as he continues the next food.

"So *****, how old are you?".

"23, why?", I ask stuffing my face.

"I have a son that's 36. Plays a lot of video games and watches a lot of anime. I swear he needs to get a life", sighs Truck-sama.

"Oh, let the kid play", I chuckle. "Speaking of playing, what games does he play?".

"Something called Skyrim", grumbles Truck-sama.

"Oh? That's actually my favorite game!".

"Really? What's so good about it?".

"Well you wake up in a strange new world with magic and swords. You create yourself from scratch and rise up to become the most powerful person in all the lands!", I say geeking out. "My favorite race would have to be the Imperials because of their Imperial Luck haha!".

"Hmm, why does it seem that the youth these days like these 'born into another world' games and books?".

"That's a hard question to answer. I think it's mostly because we can be whatever we want in those games", I say as I put down my chopsticks.

"Can't you do that in real life?".

"…It's not that easy. Some of use a born under different circumstances that limit who and what we can be. We could be losers in the real world, but in those games, we can be the hero, or the villain if you play Fable haha. I think I might like to do that someday, if given the chance", I say idly. Life's never fair/fun.

"…he used to be picked on when he was around younger. People calling names and hurting him. But he was a kind boy and always listened to his mother. I was never around most of his life because of work, but I really wish I was. One time he was surrounded by bullies who beat the crap out him, and after resting they nailed him again…even then he forgave them", smiles Truck-sama.

"Seems like you have one hell of a son".

'More like a heaven of a son', inwardly chuckles Truck-sama

Truck-sama prepares some Tuna and Prawn as they talk some more.

"You say your son watches anime, right?", I ask trying to change the conversation.

"Yup, watching that damn Naruto".

"Haha, wow. How long has it been since I saw that? Two-years maybe? I can barely remember any of it now, even though I used to be so engrossed as a kid. I guess that's just growing up haha", I chuckle.

Suddenly Truck-sama leans in scaring the living shit outta me, "Would you ever like to live there?" he asks in an oddly serious tone.

'What? In that hellhole with a bunch of child soldiers? Hell no!'.

"O-Of course I'd love to be born there!", I reply nervously because I'm such a bitch. Truck-sama simply smiles and nods as he gets back to work. "You ever heard of the parallel universe theory?".

"Uh, yeah. Basically, there are other worlds/realities out there that are similar or different".

"Mhm. So maybe there is a Narutoverse out there, haha".

"H-Haha", nervously I chuckle.

This whole conversation has been weird, I just came in here for some fish!

"…are you a religion man *****?", Truck-sama asks casually.

Startled by the question I give myself a second to recompose myself, "Kind of to be honest. I don't really pray or go to mosque or do anything really religious. I like to think all religions speak the same under lying issue. Just be a good person and you'll have nothing to worry about".

"Words to live by…", says the old man. I could faintly see a small smile on his face.

Truck-sama presents a finely cut piece of pure white see-through fish.

Under the light you could say it sparkled.

"Wow", I say flabbergasted. I gently pick it up before slowly brining it up and placing it in my mouth. It tasted like…nothing. There was little to no taste to it at all. The fugu meat had a very subtle taste and a very slight chewy consistency.

Truck-sama must have seen my look of disappointment and let out another hearty laugh, scaring me.

"Haha! I had a customer once tell me, 'Apparently, the word "delicacy" in Japanese means food that has very little taste. What little taste it has, is too subtle for my western taste buds'".

I let out a nervous laugh as I continues to eat. As I finish my last slice of Fugu I let out a satisfied sigh.

"Thanks' for the food Truck-sama! How much do I owe you?", I ask pulling out my wallet. But a hand in my face stops me.

"It's on the house".

"Why?", I ask tilting my head.

"Think of the conversation as payment enough".

"Are you sure? I have money", I pull out my wallet and flash some yen to prove my point.

He shakes his head, "No keep it please. Just listen to what I have to say before you leave".

I'm getting more and more confused the longer I stay here. I kinda really want to leave this place…but since he is giving me a a free meal I guess I should humor him. I simply nod and face the old man.

"There is an old Cherokee story. (Why is a Japanese man talking to me about a Native American Story?) An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. 'A fight is going on inside me', he said to the boy. 'It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil – he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego'. He continued, 'The other is good – he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you – and inside every other person, too'. The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, 'Which wolf will win?'. The old Cherokee simply replied, 'The one you feed'".

"Now I understand it may be strange to hear a story like that from someone like me, but the message is the same. This story, it serves as an important reminder of the power we have over our experiences and emotions. It's easy to feel like a victim in challenging situations and circumstances in our lives. We want to understand our negative thoughts, feelings and experiences, so we place blame on other people, objects, or events. We look outward to try to make sense of what's going on inside of us. We do this all the time. Why? It's our way of coping and feeling more in control of uncontrollable situations". (Would suggest breaking this into at least two paragraphs.)

I'm oddly captivated by this man's speech, so I listen in more intently.

He continues, "The problem with this approach, however, is that it takes away our personal responsibility and freedom of choice. In our attempt to feel more in control for example, by faulting others for our experience we actually strip ourselves of our own power. That power is lost the moment we become dependent on other people or things to make us feel a certain way. Whether that feeling is positive or negative, we are no longer taking sole responsibility for our own emotions or experiences when we believe that they are a result of anything other than our own choice. By exercising your freedom of choice, you can make a life-changing decision of which wolf you want to feed. Do you feed the wolf who is hungry for anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego? This evil wolf is also your inner critic. The one who tells you that you are a failure, the one who says that no one will love you or understand you for who you are. This wolf is a representation of your depression, your anxiety, and your low self-esteem. Do you want to feed this wolf? Are you feeding him already? By cutting off his food supply, you will be making a choice to use your energy and resources on thoughts, feeling, and emotions that serve you in healthy ways. While you can recognize the negative emotions occurring within you, you don't have to attach to them or continue to give them attention. You shifting your focus is a sign to that wolf that you are not interested in giving him food. And while it may take some time for that wolf to lose his strength and power, eventually he will surrender – as will your unhelpful thoughts and emotions. Once you stop fixating on them, they will eventually drift away".

He takes a breath and continues, "So, what about the other wolf? Well it certainly isn't going to feed itself. Just as you would with the bad wolf, it is imperative that you exercise your freedom of choice and decide to nourish the wolf of joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. We often look to external objects for our fulfillment and happiness. We develop expectations that these things such as a new job, a relationship, a lavish vacation, a brand-new pair of shoes, a glass of wine, etc. will finally make us feel the way we want to feel. And while this may bring momentary gratification, it isn't realistic to maintain this long-term. Happiness isn't a conditional state. It's a state of being. True lasting happiness comes from making an active choice to be happy, rather than depending on external things to make you happy. The more that we seek out happiness and look for it as if it is a treasure we will find, the less we are feeding the wolf that is inside of us. You already have everything you need to be happy because you are whole as you are, right now. The feeling and experience of happiness comes from feeding the wolf from within. As he becomes bigger and stronger, he will be better equipped to handle life's challenges. If you choose to feed only him, he will always win", he finishes with a serious look in his eyes conveying his message to me.

"I-I understand sir".

He simply smiles and nods.

I walk out and close the door. Once confirming that I'm gone Truck-sama whispers, "I'm sorry ***** for what's about to come. I hope you will forgive me…".

As I close the door I look out and see…nothing. No cars, people, buildings or animals. Just a wide empty white space. I turn around only to see that the shop door has vanished!

I begin to hyperventilate, "W-What's going on?!". I frantically look around trying to see anything in the white void. I do the only think I know how to in stressful and scary situations…I run. I run for what feels like a long time, sweat pooling down my face as I scream for help. But I hear to response. I collapse due to sheer exhaustion.

"What's happening? Where am I?", I pant out. When suddenly a giant black screen appears above me.

"AHHHH!", I scream clutching my chest and scurrying backwards covering my face with my hands in a way to protect my face. After a few seconds of silence, I lower my hands to look at the screen, it was black with a white border color and large white text. It kinda looked like a gaming screen? I read the letters on the board.

"You have died? Wh-What?!".

The text suddenly changes, "But have no fear! You will be reincarnated into a new world! Congratulation!".

"Wait! I still don't understand how I died!", I shout in rage. The screen doesn't seem to give a damn and continues.

"Please choose a starting race: Altmer (High Elf) from the Summerset Isles, Argonian from Black Marsh, Bosmer (Wood Elf) from Valenwood, Breton from High Rock, Dunmer (Dark Elf) from Morrowind, Imperial from Cyrodiil, Khajiit from Elsweyr, Nord from Skyrim, Orsimer (Orc) from High Rock and Orsinium, or Redguard from Hammerfell".

"What? What do you mean choose a race? What the hell is going on?!".

The screen begins to do a brief bio of every race, "High Elves: Also known as 'Altmer' in their homeland of Summerset Isle, the High Elves are the most gifted in the arcane arts of all the races. They can call upon their Highborn power to regenerate Magicka quickly".

Still confused I try gathering my thoughts as the screen continues.

"Argonians: This reptilian race, well-suited for the treacherous swamps of their Black Marsh homeland, has developed a natural resistance to diseases and the ability to breathe underwater. They can call upon the Histskin to regenerate health very quickly".

I remember eating sushi at the old man's shop and opening the door into this…void. I start to feel my head throb violently. "Argh!". I clutch my skull as I collapse onto the floor.

"Bosmers: The clanfolk of the Western Valenwood forests, also known as "Bosmer." Wood elves make good scouts and thieves, and there are no finer archers in all of Tamriel. They have natural resistances to both poisons and diseases. They can Command Animals to fight for them."

Somethings happening to me. I-I feel something in my head-my brain! God it hurts so much! B-But for some reason I-I can't find any voice in my throat.

"Breton: In addition to their quick and perceptive grasp of spellcraft, even the humblest of High Rock's Bretons can boast a resistance to magic. Bretons can call upon the Dragonskin power to absorb spells".

I-I can feel something being pulled out of-no, erased from my mind. Wait, my mind? Wh-Who am I?

"Dark Elves: Also known as "Dunmer" in their homeland of Morrowind, dark elves are noted for their stealth and magic skills. They are naturally resistant to fire and can call upon their Ancestor's Wrath to surround themselves in fire."

Wh-Who am I?! I-I remember my past but-my name and my family? Did I ever have one?

"Imperials: Natives of Cyrodiil, they have proved to be shrewd diplomats and traders. They are skilled with combat and magic. Anywhere gold coins might be found, Imperials always seem to find a few more. They can call upon the Voice of the Emperor to calm an enemy".

The pain subsides, and I slowly get up.

"Khajiit: Hailing from the province of Elsweyr, they are intelligent, quick, and agile. They make excellent thieves due to their natural stealthiness. All Khajiit can see in the dark at will and have unarmed claw attacks".

I final begin to pay attention to the screen.

"Nords: Citizens of Skyrim, they are a tall and fair-haired people. Strong and hardy, Nords are famous for their resistance to cold and their talent as warriors. They can use a Battlecry to make opponents flee".

Okay, so I'm picking races from Tamriel. It looks like I'll be reincarnated into Skyrim, and oddly I'm not freaking out anymore…

"Orsimer: "The people of the Wrothgarian and Dragontail Mountains, Orcish smiths are prized for their craftsmanship. Orc troops in Heavy Armor are among the finest in the Empire and are fearsome when using their Berserker Rage".

Okay, looking back on skyrim I know that the main play styles were warrior, mage, and thief/assassin. Now I really don't want to be someone who fucking charges in because I feel like I'll die instantly. A thief playstyle feels like I'll be walking in eggshells waaaaay too much. I'm thinking maybe go and be a mage?

"Redguards: The most naturally talented warriors in Tamriel, the Redguards of Hammerfell have a hardy constitution and a natural resistance to poison. They can call upon an Adrenaline Rush in combat".

Okay so since I want to go through the mage play style. So, in first place we have High Elves-wait what am I even thinking? Do I even understand what I'm thinking?! If I do get reincarnated I'm already thinking of fucking killing people?! I-I need a race that can live peacefully. Nords or Imperials? God no! not with the damn war! And I can't even start with any of the demi-races. That leaves Redguards and Bretons…Redguards are famous warriors and look super intimidating, while Bretons…don't. Okay so Breton it is!

"Please choose your race".

I select the Breton button and preparing to make my character. Character? Or should I say me?

"Okay! Reincarnation shall begin momentarily.

Oh. Okay then, so I guess I can't customize myself. Not gonna lie I'm kinda disappointed…was gonna try and make myself look hot. A loud beeping snaps me out of my thoughts.

"ERROR! ERROR! DESTINATION FOR REINCARNATION HAS CHANGED! NEW PROTOCOLS ARE BEING IMPLEMENTED! PLEASE CHOOSE A STARTING STANDING STONE!"

"Wha-What?! Um, M-Mage Stone!".

"STARTING STANDING STONE HAS BEEN CONFIRMED! APPLYING CHANGES IN LEVELING AND OTHER ASPECTS HAVE BEEN ADDED! SENDING OFF NOW!".

"Wait-What now?! What was that error thing you were talking about be-", I'm cut off mid-sentence by a blinding light? When I get my baring's, I'm surround by light again, however this is the light of light bulbs. I feel myself being picked up, although my vision is blurry I can still hear.

"It's a boy!", shouts one in a blue outfit as he passes me off to someone in some kinda green vest who happily takes me.

'What the?'.

"Look dear! It's our son!", he shouts. The man places me into the slender arms of a women. Although I can't see fully I can make out a smile on her face.

"Our child, our Yama", says the woman as she nuzzles me with the man joining in. It-It feels warm, I feel myself sinking deeper into the embrace.

"He'll make a fine ninja", says the doctor happily.

'?! Wait what?!'.

Hey guys! Funny how I keep coming back here into making a Naruto SI huh? Well this time I have a freaking Beta reader now! His name is BETAsatchel and he is AMAZING. He has helped me so much in this fic, it's been weeks in the asking and he's always put up with my questions and comments, great guy! Hell, the title and the bio are thanks to him! This fic would not be here without him! He's even got his own story about Fairy Tail so please go give it a look guys! Other than that, please comment since we have a lot more wiggle room with skyrim playstyles and can choose Yama's path haha. Can't wait to read everyone's comments!