Yami's Favorite Peacemaker

by katomi-misamoto

I never would have thought that I would be born into this fictional world, but, a certain event happens and now, I'm here. Perhaps one day, I will meet that person in Hell and finally get my revenge, but now, I got to worry about survival in a familiar, yet unfamiliar world.

2. Judah's Consequences: Chapter 1

Yami's Favorite Peacemaker, the Story of Katomi Misamoto

"You know, I never thought that something like this would happen, I may be twisted mentally, but even this is something for the mad house where those who are truly gone belong. The fact that this is now my reality, I mean, being incarnated in a world that is in some ways the same as my old one, this world has some...minor...differences, if you will. Back in my old world, I was once considered a hippie, talking on and on naively about things such as peace, worship of the beautiful planet we call Earth, and how war was due to factors including money and human greed. As I got older, that passion for other people, to see people happy and joyful, to see a world or at least a country, my country, where we no longer had to worry about war, the death and torture of children, slowly withered away as I became much, much more aware of the reality of life as a human being, perhaps too aware. This is my story."

Urzikstan, Middle East, 2019 - Arjuna

Urzikstan, is a country rich in diverse history and even more rich in war. After gaining independence from its northern neighbor, Afghanistan, in 1945, has been embroiled in chaos for most of the last several decades. Many in the northern part of Urzikstan have been fighting to remain a part of Afghanistan for years due to being more culturally and linguistically connected to Afghanistan all through its history since the fall of the Rashidun Caliphate and the establishment of the Umayyad Caliphate in the 7th century. The Shuruq Alshams River separates the country into three major islands, one smaller one at the north, Al-Barq, one to the south, Al-Shuruuq, and also splits and separates the eastern part of the archipelago. The river is also integral to the country as a whole due to its sea trade and fishing industries, both major parts of the island, unsurprisingly, vow for control over the river. Arjuna, born into The Peoples Republic of Al-Shuruuq in the '90s, was raised by herself on the streets due to her parents being killed during a bombing raid when she was 4 she managed to survive due to being in the bathroom at the time, the part of the house that wasn't as damaged in it was at the end.

Now at the age of 26, she never truly knew what it was like to have a family, never really knowing how a mother's hug felt, never knew how a loving father protected her and chased away the young, love-stricken boys. The only strange form of a family she knew up to this point, at least temporarily, was her current infantry unit in the army of Al-Shuruuq and some set of manga that she had in her room back in the barracks called 'Naruto'. She grew interested in the series and when not on a mission or fooling around with her subordinates, often found herself reading the manga she managed to buy from some store in the village center since the internet and other forms of entertainment outside of reading weren't readily available. The story of the main character would have inspired her when she was younger, but now she only finds it entertaining, an escape from the world, nothing more and nothing less. If anything, she's always had a level of respect for Sasuke and Itachi due to similar circumstances.

She sat on a random tire on the main base of the army, the evening was clear and calm, the sun brightly shining down onto her body to her current annoyance as she whipped away some of the sweat on her forehead with her arm, letting out a sigh in frustration of the heat. She was a young, darker-skinned woman, with dark brown nearly black hair that was tied in a bun. She's wearing a beige desert fatigue uniform standard for the army, with a red and white shemagh wrapped around her neck and head showing a little bit of her hair and forehead. Said forehead was currently sweating about as much water that it could fill up the river that was 5 kilometers to her east, the mighty river that is the backbone of the great nation she fought for years to remain sovereign. She sat reminiscing about her life and how she got to this point, fighting for a country even she wasn't sure would exist in the next few years due to having an overall smaller military and fewer resources to supply it compared to their enemies to the north being supplied with weapons and manpower by Afghanistan directly.

Of course, she used to be a much more happy and optimistic person when she was only a young child. Even on the streets, she had hope, a shining, bright hope that one day, her life would be better, and those like her would not need to suffer and could be free to be themselves, free to laugh, to cry, to explore, to be free to be a child. That was at least until she was woken up to the cruelty of the world. This was not an average wake-up call, at least not for many, but for many children around this region of the world, that wake-up call was much more common. She was only at the tender age of 7 when she first saw the devil and her young, naive innocence was taken away by the said beast. It's truly disgusting what a little alcohol can do to an already twisted mind. She was in what was deemed as the lower or poor section of the village although most of the village was already poor. It was a dark evening and she was scavenging for some food to take back to her hideout in a deserted dutch slightly outside of the main part of the village. Unfortunately, after quickly grabbing a piece of bread and running off into a random alley to avoid detection, she failed to realize that she was in a back alley near the back of a bar.

As such, there happened to be a drunk man and woman stumbling out of the back of the bar and falling over to the ground outside of it, laughing at nothing in particular. By the time she turned around and noticed the man, it was too late. She screamed and screamed, there were even a few people who walked past the opening of the alley, pausing at the scene and continuing on their journey with clear faces of sadness, unwilling or perhaps unable to do anything, it was an unfortunately common type of situation and the authorities usually didn't do anything much about it due to corruption. It was her first brush with survival or death, live and fight off these demons or die and everything will be over quickly, for then, only survival won. She punched, kicked, and scratched as much as she could, successfully scratching the man's eyes almost gouging them off his face as blood started to flow down his face as he fell on his back. Arjuna spotted a broken bottle near the trash can and ran to it, picking it up and rushing towards the woman. The woman, in her drunken state, was not able to react to the young child striking her in the neck with the broken bottle, the woman screamed in pain as she quickly went quiet and fell unconscious. Arjuna took that moment to run away in a random direction out of the alleyway, forgetting the bread that she once had in her haste. She went back to her hideout, stunned, and cried in despair at what she had to do. It was another reminder of the situation that she was in, the fact that in this world, power meant survival, power meant that she would no longer need to be fishing into trash cans for food or hiding in the shadows to prevent herself from being spotted by other people with less than savory motives.

It didn't end there, because when she was at the age of 10, she was forcibly taken into the military due to being at the mandatory age for joining the forces. It was also because the village didn't want to have too many orphans who were still able-bodied and could fight. On her first mission, which was to help capture a prisoner to hold him for ransom and to get information on supply routes, she was first introduced to the real cruelty of war, the heartlessness, the coldness, and the ruthlessness of it. After helping older members of her unit successfully capture a middle-ranked lieutenant of the enemy army, a somewhat young-looking man, possibly a boy, she had to help out further in torturing the poor teenage boy until he wasn't able to even speak. This moment, unsurprisingly, scarred her for life, being far too young to see something like that, but the world didn't care, not even her commanders at the time. Unfortunately, the boy broke free from his bindings using his sharpened fingernails, grabbed a knife from a nearby table, and stabbed himself in the neck, making the torture session unsuccessful. Over the years, she's seen many of her comrades die, either in front of her or in a different unit being bombed or shot dead.

The days of her old self are exactly that, the old days of her old self. "God, let this be my end, all the fighting...the pain, the endless river of blood, is it all for nothing? Why are we even fighting in a war that is all but decided by now?" Arjuna thought inwardly as she sat looking into the distance, awaiting further orders from her commander. At a different time, she may have been able to cry and let her emotions out, but the war-hardened woman has not felt nor tasted the salty liquid for years, all there's left is a never-ending numbness of the world, although she is not completely alone as her currently living and her dead comrades all felt the same of the reality of their life, which in a sense, brought somewhat of a twisted feeling of support for one another. A common pain and a common enemy kept them all together. Footsteps could be heard behind her as a tall man wearing a similar outfit as Arjuna walked up to her, "Captain, gather your unit, we have a mission." Said the man as Arjuna got up and saluted, "Yes Sir!" She stated as he nodded and walked off. Arjuna let out a sigh, already guessing what this mission maybe since the enemy already was storing some fuel tanks, vehicles, and barriers near the coast on the other side of the river, seemingly establishing a base or outpost to compete for the mid-point of the river similar to them. Tossing a stray fabric of her shemagh over her shoulder and glancing back in the direction of the enemy's new establishment, she walked off to the barracks with the intent of notifying her subordinates.

Sometime later, Captain Arjuna of the 4th Regiment, stood along with 10 of her comrades in the commander's tent, armed to the teeth with their Kalashnikov rifles strapped to the backs with 5 of them holding what looked like duffle bags full of large bricks, but were in reality bombs. "I'm you are all aware of what you have and what we intend on doing so I will not waste your time on details, Captain Arjuna will be briefing you all on the specifics, you move at sundown to avoid detection, you are dismissed." Commanded the man as the 4th Regiment saluted and walked out of the tent to strategize the mission further.

Moments later after walking out of the tent, Arjuna turned around to speak to her team, which stood ramrod straight in a line ready for her orders, "Alright brothers, we move out in 30 minutes, we have to make our way there as soon as possible before they send reinforcements. Bomb squad, you move in on my command after the Trojan team and I clear out any potential hazards, I need a few of you to immediately place the explosives on the fuel tanks and vehicles while the rest of you place the bombs on any structure you can. This is a straightforward in-and-out-sabotage operation," I said as I started to feel a deep foreboding feeling, however, I suppressed that feeling, after all, if we maintain dominance in this area of the river, we may be able to hold out for a bit longer, so failure or turning back is not an option. Despite the feeling in the back of my head, I maintained a straight, hard face, deserving of my position, and spoke, "Get ready and meet at gate 4 for departure." I got a, "Yes Ma'am!" As a response some of them started to talk amongst themselves as others, including me went on to get ready.

Urzikstan, Thursday Night, Operation: Liberation

Quiet, near imperceptible movements can be seen in the dark sky as the shadows come to life. Quiet footsteps can be heard as troops start moving in closer to the seemingly empty base construction shortly after landing at shore. Captain Arjuna, seeing the emptiness of the small outpost, cursed under her breath slightly, the feeling of foreboding coming back to her with vengeance, "Damn, why would they leave valuable resources like that unprotected, not even a single troop." She whispered before reaching up to her left ear radioing, "Trojan team, this is Dark Hawk, move up and confirm if the area is clear, Bomb squad, remain in formation, and standby, over." She ordered as more shadows seemingly appeared out of nowhere, almost dancing with the darkness while moving towards the depot. "Dark Hawk this is Raven, copy, moving up for clearance, over." Responded another voice that seemed to be the leader of their team. "Copy Dark Hawk, we're on standby, over." Responded a female voice. The known saying, "silence can be loud," was never truer for Arjuna at this moment as she saw one of the teams under her command move to clear out any buildings of the half-built depot. "All buildings clear, over." "Roger that, Bomb squad move in and plant the charges...and, be careful, after you're done, we will move away from the depot heading south back to the river as soon as possible, over," Arjuna said as she moved into the first empty building she could get to, seeing that it contained nothing but some construction plans.

It took another few deafening moments of silence before another answer, earning a slight eyebrow raise from the commander, "Captain, why do you fight?" Said a male voice, one that sounded similar to the leader of the Trojan team. As another eyebrow rose to join the other one, Arjuna spoke back into her communication device, "Eh, brother, can you repeat that question?" "Why do you fight, Commander, why do you spill blood?" The voice responded sounding slightly more forceful. Arjuna looked around before walking to the nearest of the two windows of the building, seeing that other members of the bomb squad were planting charges around the depot. "I...I will be honest, at this point I don't have any other reason not to fight, I've been doing this alongside you all for years, we're knee-deep in the bloodbath of war. We cannot turn around with our tails between our legs anymore, the death of our comrades would be for nothing if we did." She sighed deeply before continuing, "We're on the highway to hell, victory may not be guaranteed, but, we will fight like cornered dogs and spill more blood if necessary. They will not get the privilege of seeing us surrender and disregard the lives of our brotherhood." Arjuna finished, slightly growling in the end.

More silence followed her speech until the feminine voice of the bomb squad responded, "Brotherhood? How interesting, and Captain...wrong answer, we fight like warriors, not cornered dogs, and your blood looks mighty fine when it's spilled on the ground." The voice shot back. Arjuna, completely stunned by the remark, was about to respond in fury at the threat by grabbing her rifle from her back, however, she was too late. BANG! A gunshot could be heard echoing around the depot, causing some of the troops to be even more frantic at the turn of events. Arjuna, with her hand pressed against her side, lay with her back pressed against the wall, growling in irritation at the apparent betrayal with her rifle perched on her knee, the barrel of the gun shakily pointed at the leader of the bomb squad, the leader put down her pistol on the desk to her side and pulled out the bomb detonator. "This is what we do to cornered dogs, commander." Arjuna sat in anger and sadness at the betrayal of one of the first friends she made since being enlisted at 10, "W-why, Humariah? Why do t-this?"

Humariah giggled darkly, "Look, you really are a dog, now, would you like to bark one more time before getting put down?" "CAPTAIN, WHAT'S GOING ON!?!" A voice shouted in Arjuna's earpiece as she glared back at Humariah, tears running down her face and with burning hot ferocity before speaking in a dark undertone, "I'm not begging for my life, not now, not ever...I will see you in hell...you fucking Judah...AND I WILL FUCKING CRUCIFY YOU WITH THE CHAINS OF SATAN YOU FUCKING BITCH, I WILL HEAR YOU SCREAM FOR FUCKING MERCY!" Humariah frowned in resonation, "Fine, it will do you no good to beg anyway." She said as time seemed to slow down as her thumb inched closer to the detonator button. Arjuna pulled the trigger, causing Humariah to falter, but it was for naught, as her thumb still managed to push the button. "COMMANDER!?!?" Was the last thing I heard as I sat glaring into the eyes of my once best friend before the explosions started across the whole depot before reaching the building I was in before my vision went black, the last thing I saw was fire and the body of Humariah being ripped apart.

The Void of Nothingness

I felt nothing, none of my senses were working, not even the subconscious need to breathe. So why was I still conscious? Wasn't I supposed to be dead and, well, I don't know, see myself, or specifically, my blown-up body along with the bodies of my brothers as I float around as a spirit? I guess those going to hell don't get that privilege. Most notably, I don't even feel the same rage at the Judah, nothing, just...peace...or stillness. I didn't even try to open my eyes, knowing that it would be pointless until a beep sound made itself known all around me at the same time, sounding like the door chime of a small store. I opened my eyes finally in shock, and what met me was, again, nothing, although, why do I feel my senses coming back? "Arjuna, you have awoken, as such you will begin your transition to the next world." I stood or floated in complete shock as anger started to rise in me again, "No, I will go to hell, not another world, I do not intend on going back on my promises..." I growled out in fury.

"It is understandable, however, you do not have a choice in the matter, only a choice in the worlds that you can go to." Clenching my teeth in sheer, unholy fury, I decided to try to calm down, not much I could do anyway. "...And what are my choices?" I responded darkly. "First, I must introduce myself, I am what most call, 'The Game'. I let out a sigh, "Arjuna...the name's Arjuna." "Arjuna, such a beautiful name, however, I have been aware of your name since your birth." My eyes opened again, "Really...um...do you know my parents? Have you met them?" It took a few moments for the voice to respond, "I am aware of them and yes, I sent them to a different dimension some time ago along with many of your old comrades." I sat frozen before responding, "Can I go to one of the worlds that they may be in?" The Game responded, "Unfortunately, I have sent their spirits into other worlds at different times, they will likely not be physically recognizable to you right now. You are alone as a spirit, which is why it's best to enjoy the time you have shared with them for at this point it is too late." I let out another sigh, although this one was slightly studdered as I had to clamp down on my emotions to not lose myself in front of this being. "Amen to that I guess, so what can you do?"

"As the Game, in this universe, I am the God of the transition. I control everything that deals with the transition of life to different realms. I give this power called, 'Gamers Body' and 'Gamers Mind'. The 'Gamer Body', gives the user immortality in a sense, no matter the injury, from stabbing in vital areas, loss of blood, or loss of limbs, the user will not die as long as there is at least 1 Hp left of health, all injuries will be healed. Be noted that Gamer's Body ability makes it so that you do not need to eat, sleep, or age at the same rate as normal, meaning that even when going days without eating or sleeping, you still get most of the benefits as a normal person. The 'Gamers Mind', gives the user immunity to illusions or mental attacks of all types, helps prevent the user from mental breakdown or major internal conflict up to a certain point, and with my recent update, I can play a custom playlist of music from any world along with a more simplified user interface. Once again I sat frozen and decided to ask this being the first and most important question, "So, I can play music in my head?" "Indeed, you can also choose an artist or band that is your favorite to prioritize their music and their albums." Responded the voice.

"Oh...ok, and about the Gamer mind's ability to limit external attacks, why can it only protect me from external attacks but not my internal attacks up to a certain point?" The voice responded, "This is because many have complained before that emotions can help make the player stronger and able to grow more, and being forced to be calm at nearly all times is more of a hindrance, so, I made it to where major mood shifts or extreme feelings will not be blocked to optimize the player experience, however, proceed with caution, for extreme feelings can be a strength or a curse for the player." "I guess that makes sense, what are the weaknesses of the Gamer's body ability?" I asked. "The main weakness is that depending on the injury you get, more or less damage will be done and your overall strengths will need to be honed over time and with experience. "Ok, also reasonable, so, what do I do now?" "Now you can choose a world to go into then create your character."

"What are the worlds I can choose?" I asked, getting slightly excited. "According to my observations of your behavior in your last life, you seemed to be quite interested in the world of Naruto." I sighed, "I wouldn't say I loved the story that much, but yeah, I did enjoy it considering I didn't have much choice in entertainment, why do you ask?" "Hm, I ask so I may send you into a world that you would enjoy going into the most." A well-known silence made itself known again, "You're fucking serious, you mean that world actually exists, like, is Kishimoto pretty much a God?" The voice chuckled slightly, "Indeed, with every stroke of a pen a new world is created, Kishimoto's world seems to be quite popular amongst other gamers." With another sigh I continued, "I would ask about other worlds, but I don't really know them well, and I already kinda made my choice, I choose the world of Naruto." "Excellent, now right as we speak the second shinobi war is about to take place in the next several years, so you will be transmigrated into that period."

"I guess that's fine, can I at least pick a location?" I asked. "Indeed, you can be born in the Hidden Leaf Village which will give you possible access to the Sharingan or other powerful known doujutsu and relationships with some of the more powerful shinobi." I thought about it for some time, I may be able to build relationships with some of the future main characters, but, with Tobirama and later on, Hiruzen as Hokage, I doubt I may be able to live undetected, especially with the likes of Danzo around. "No, it's a tempting choice, but I would like to be born outside of any major village, at least it will give me more time to get stronger before fighting a war for the likes of any village, I would rather fight for myself for now," I responded. "Understandable, I have chosen for you to be born to a civilian family outside of the small village of Firefly, a small village southwest of Konohagakure near the border with the Land of Rivers. Your family shall be chosen based on your character creation." "I see, how can I create my character?" I asked. Some time later my character, who will likely change the entire future of canon Naruto, was finished.

Character Profile

Name: Katomi Misamoto

Birthday/Age:?

Race: Human/Avian (Raptor) Hybrid

Level: 0 - Unborn

Abilities:

Gamer's Body - Complete immunity to the effects of physical attacks or poisoning and advanced healing.

Gamer's Mind - Complete immunity to external mental attacks or illusions. Limited immunity to internal conflict.

Misamoto Clan Ancestry - Unlocked Ryoshigan abilities (Increased Perception), natural affinity/partnership with birds of all types including summoned birds, high wind and fire affinity, naturally high speed, chakra wings used for flight, and increased stealth.

Title: Unknown

"Just how many doujutsu are out there in the Naruto world?" I asked rhetorically. "Indeed, there are numerous doujutsu, however, the Ryoshigan is more relevant due to the character race choice that you made, may I ask why?" I chuckled slightly, "Well, I might as well have as much of an advantage as possible in this world, and besides, who isn't jealous of the freedom of birds?" "Indeed." The voice responded. "Since it's unlocked can you tell me some of its abilities?" "Indeed, the Ryoshigan acts a lot like the Sharingan of the Uchiha clan, however, it's more similar to the Byakugan in practical use. It gives the user the ability to see an opponent from great heights and distances and can act to counter tunnel vision when traveling at a high rate of speed along with night vision. To be noted, it is not able to copy jutsus or counter genjutsu." I whistled, "Damn, that's something."

"But whose the Misamoto clan? If they had something like this, they would've been making a killing in canon Naruto?" I asked. Another pregnant pause followed before the voice answered, "Indeed, the Misamoto clan was powerful in the warring states period, however, that power is what also got the majority of them killed by members of the Uchiha and Hyuuga clans. "Hm, I guess it was out of jealousy or competition, huh?" I asked. "Indeed, the Uchiha especially felt threatened, feeling as if the Misamoto's were bastard children of a Uchiha and Hyuuga in the distant past." I sigh again, "Well, how many of us are now left?" "Only one person, who may be your mother, and now, of course, you as well." "I see, I'm ready for some action, it's time to fuck up canon beyond recognition, oh, and can I change my title?" "Unfortunately, you cannot currently change your title until you gain more strength and gain a higher reputation." The voice responded. "Hm, another reason to get stronger I guess, now, we ready to do this thing?" "Indeed, initiating game in 3, 2, 1." With that, everything went dark.