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Disclaimer:

The Naruto franchise doesn't belong to me and I do not claim any rights to it, except for my own original characters and the overall plot of the story.

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The above used image doesn't belong to me and I do not claim any rights to it.

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Author's note:

- Normal writing or interior monologue -

- "Speech" -

- "Thoughts" -

Some initial information at this point for anyone who didn't directly dive into the story and didn't skip the author's note. Obviously, this chapter constitutes the prologue of the story and is supposed to give you a rough background about the protagonist.

In general, I have added a few AU elements to the "world" where my OC stems from.

For example, that magic exists, in a certain sense. Imagine something along the lines of the Fate series with less op servants, or Harry Potter with less foolish wand-waving and silly incantations consisting of butchered Latin, or whatever else that serves the purpose aside from the two first examples that came into my mind.

Why have I done so? Well, let's say, I had to provide my character with a slight advantage to compensate a fatal disadvantage the protagonist has compared to the classical omniscient OCs who normally, not always, possess an astoundingly detailed knowledge of the future as well as a remarkably good memory.

And last but certainly not least, I had to plan ahead for the insane power creep occurring at the end of Shipudden, *cough* damn Madara and co. *cough*. As a consequence, any character in Naruto has to be, unfortunately for me as an author, strong, extremely strong in order to have any significant impact on canon. Therefore, expect a character that could be considered slightly op, or not. Whatever, judge for yourself.

As a general rule of thumb, any form of constructive criticism and reviews in general are always appreciated.

Now with this relatively short interruption out of the way and after I have stolen from you a tiny sliver of your precious lifetime through my verbosity, I hope you enjoy the story.

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Arc I Prologue

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One day when I woke up from my unsettling dreams, I found myself ...

No, no, no, not original enough, not creative enough. I didn't wake up, and I didn't have any unsettling dreams. On the contrary, my dreams were actually quite pleasant and I couldn't really complain. I need something else as my opening line, something with, with …, with …, with more esprit. Right, esprit, esprit, esprit. However, where should I get that from?

Whatever, let's try again. Ahem, drum roll please.

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Ehm …, well, how shall I put it, I still have no idea. No, wait a moment ... Wait a moment … Wait a moment … No, sorry, still nothing.

Aargh, to hell with introductions. After all, nobody needs them anyway, right?

Long story even longer, I didn't anticipate, really I didn't, that I would end up in a situation like now. Considering my incredibly bad luck in the past, however, I probably should have.

I had expected some kind of heavy ordnance detonating straight into my face and them trying to evaporate me. Unfortunately, that didn't happen.

No, no, no, instead, I got a lot of vicious close combat with a horde of really pissed off mages trying to bisect me, and that wasn't that funny. No, not funny at all. Especially, their fetish for sharp and spiky objects and their extensive usage of unpleasant melee weaponry.

They tried to pin me down by throwing enough bodies at me until they could practically bury me with their number of corpses alone. In my opinion, it was a stupid strategy, an incredibly stupid strategy. Unfortunately, it was indubitably effective and sheer mass proved once again to have a quality all its own. In the end, their approach … Well, let's say, their approach worked. Not that they could ever realistically defeat me and even kill me. No, no, no, that wasn't possible for mere mortals like them. They just came close a few times.

So, who I am to criticize their methods? Well, as long as it worked, it wasn't stupid, even when it was evidently stupid by every standard imaginable.

Unfortunately, my subsequent counterattack didn't go precisely as planned, not to say everything went totally wrong and I suffered the consequences.

So, what happened exactly and how did I end up here? Well, I got surrounded with enough cheap cannon to drown me in their blood. Or in short, the overall tactical situation was delicate to say the least. Nevertheless, I wasn't some kind of toothless paper tiger and I certainly didn't make it easy for them. Instead, I refused to go down no matter what, and that was the main problem. Ultimately, they were unable to kill me and I was unable to defeat them. It was essentially a draw. Yes, a draw, and I surely wasn't running out of stamina and about to lose. No, no, no, that didn't happen, it was definitely a draw and I am certainly not a bad loser.

Therefore, the tricky question was whether it was even possible to defeat someone like me who could be considered practically invincible? And if yes, then how?

The first answer was definitely yes. Yes, it was possible. Everything that bleeds could be killed and I was sadly no exception to this rule. The how was, however, a bit more complicated.

So, if you couldn't beat someone in a fair fight and didn't have any viable options left, then what should you do? Ignoring that you should under no circumstance ever fight an enemy under fair conditions, because if you are doing that, then you have normally done something seriously wrong, Ignoring that, what would you do? Exactly, you cheat.

Therefore, someone came up with the elegant idea to simply displace me instead of killing me. A lot of complicated space-time magic and whatever else, I have absolutely no idea where the hell I am, which is, unsurprisingly, quite annoying.

Nevertheless, I would say that it is important to remain optimistic at the moment and I have collected a few potential clues to my current location.

Since the first day that I am trapped in this never ending limbo of consciousness and unconsciousness, I am registering some unidentifiable sounds and noises which can sometimes even be described as language with a bit of good will from my side.

Moreover, I have noticed that all mental tasks require an almost inhuman amount of effort and concentration, which makes information gathering generally annoying as hell.

Not to mention, that any attempt to move seems to put an even bigger strain on my weak body, or rather what was classified as moving these days. Nevertheless, I should consider myself lucky that I still possess a corporeal form after this whole catastrophe. Because the mere fact that I could still move is a relatively reliable indicator that I am not some sort of nebulous ghost or wraith floating around in the immaterial world.

Furthermore, I was able to get in recent times a few short glimpses of the world around me. And what I saw could be defined as an unidentifiable, bright, warm, and watery nothingness. In conclusion, I had no meaningful successes yet in that regard.

The most infuriating thing was, however, that I have no control over my own fate. I am trapped here without having a choice and slowly I am starting to think that it was indeed impossible to escape from this place. I feel weak, vulnerable, and powerless, and I despise it, I hate it.

Anyway, let's talk about something more cheerful now. Interestingly, I have noticed a serious lack of a certain energy that I am quite fond of, an energy that I missed dearly. Where had all my beloved mana gone to? Instead of the typical warming and calming touch of mana, I am surrounded by a cold nothingness. I don't feel anything in the air, aether or whatever plain of existence I was currently residing. Everything is just a vast emptiness and I couldn't even sense a single strong magical signature in my immediate vicinity. Sure, there were some signatures here and there. Nevertheless, they were all so incomprehensibly weak and couldn't be really considered strong in the traditional sense of the word.

But to be fair, I am not that strong either and my own magical signature isn't that spectacular too at the moment.

After all, my entire mana reserves had simply evaporated into nowhere and now I had literally dried up. All my mana was gone, completely gone, zero nada, nothing. And currently, I am reduced to just a few tiny little grains of precious mana, how cruel.

Fortunately, my empty mana reserves have finally started to steadily replenish themselves again and my beloved mana is slowly returning back to me. And who knows, some far day in the future I might be even fully operational again, or at least partially operational …

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What was that? It felt like I was … pushed by some mysterious external force? Strange. And apparently, I am approaching something bright, something very bright. Seriously, was this the famous light at the end of the tunnel? Come on, these were probably my final moments before I dissolve into metaphysical dust and what did I get? A stupid lightshow? Well, I have to admit I am just … disappointed, severely disappointed. To be honest, I have expected more. Because this was lacking. In the end, even your death was a surprisingly cheap affair. And evidently, Death was not really creative when it comes to the scenery.

Did you hear that, Death, you bastard? Because I hope so, you asshole.

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A new sensation crawled over my unprotected skin. It was cold, an uncaring and merciless coldness that invaded my weak body. My body shivered and I suddenly missed the ever present warmth from before, a comforting warmth that I was brutally ripped apart from. I wanted it back, but that wasn't possible. Instead, I felt alone. I was alone now, completely alone and once again thrown into a hostile, unforgiving and frozen world. Contrary to my expectations, it was clear by now that I was somehow still alive. I never thought that dying was such an overly complicated, surprisingly time-consuming, and primarily such an unreliable affair. I should have died, but I didn't. Instead, I survived. Perhaps I was indeed born under a lucky star.

Fresh air entered my weakened lungs and I felt a sudden urge … to cry. But I didn't understand why? For some strange reason, my body told me to cry and I only managed to suppress this instinct with my sheer force of will and mental discipline.

I was enveloped by a soft fabric and a pair of caring hands carrying me. It took a small eternity, but eventually my eyes adjusted and I got my first, not completely blurred, view of the world around me. An admittedly small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

I opened my eyes and was greeted by a pair of affectionate eyes filled with pure motherly love. A woman was holding me in her arms and caressing my face with her gentle hands. The woman smiled and you could see the profound happiness in her eyes.

I examined the Asian looking woman and noticed immediately her unnaturally pale skin. Either a sign of a rich household or simply caused by being barely exposed to the sun light in general, both options were possible.

Her long black silken hair. I furrowed my sceptical eyebrow. Yes, evidently Asian and suggesting an extensive use of beauty products.

A petite oval shaped face with no signs of manual labour or similar. No scars, no wrinkles, no pores, just nothing, it was almost scary. But she was definitely rich, or wealthy at least. Even old money perhaps?

And stunning lapis lazuli blue eyes, eyes that were, however, tainted by inexplicable sorrow. Well, her eye colour was just … weird, not so say highly suspicious and unnatural. They even seemed to slightly glimmer in the dark ... Wait a moment, I might be wrong? But wasn't she looking right into my direction …

Her was voice tired yet overflowing with infinite happiness, "You have the eyes of your father."

The eyes of my father? I was understandably confused and I furrowed my, to my dismay, non-existent eyebrow, which didn't achieve therefore the desired effect.

Her next sentence didn't help too and only confused me further, "Even when he doesn't acknowledge you, I will. Don't worry, I will always love you no matter what",

Acknowledge? Always love? No matter? I blinked. What was going on here? What was she talking about? What did she mean by acknowledging and father? Certainly, there was some crucial piece of information that I was missing. The only question was what exactly? I had to solve this mysterious puzzle. I tried to scratch my head.

The woman took a deep breath and a radiant smile greeted me, "I will give you the name Asami, Minami Asami."

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Whhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttttttttttttttttttttt!? My eyes widened in realisation and it finally dawned on me what had exactly happened . This wasn't possible, this shouldn't be possible. A name, a name, a name. I was given a name, this was my name. I lost any force in my limbs feeling how the world around me shattered. I cried as loudly as my new born lungs were able to.

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