At five in the morning, she woke up with the sun timidly peeking over the horizon and sneaking through the cracks in the window. She sat up, fighting against the drowsiness and fatigue that clung to her. The nightmares persisted, faithful nocturnal companions that clung to her mind, relentlessly reminding her of what she had lost and how she had lost it. However, she didn't need them to keep the memory alive; there were barely any minutes in the day when she didn't think about it, when sadness didn't drown her and steal her breath.

Despite everything, she got up, because it was what she had to do, it was what she had promised and she would keep it. She went to the bathroom, the only room dedicated to hygiene in the tiny two-bedroom apartment she called "home" because her real home no longer existed. She stood in front of the sink, now stained a dull yellow from constant use. She let the water run over her face, avoiding meeting her own gaze in the mirror. Only out of the corner of her eye, as if she was afraid of what she might see in it. Shame enveloped her as she recognized the pain and regret reflected in her own eyes. She tormented herself by contemplating herself, convinced that she did not deserve to be there, in this place that did not feel like her home.

She finished drying herself and moved to the living room, which also served as a kitchen and dining room in this compact space. The countertop with sink, the worn cabinets with four doors each, a small refrigerator and the modest wooden table with a tablecloth that hid its worn color, formed the setting for her daily life. The three-seater sofa, marked with bumps and the occasional hole, and the small table in front of it, completed the modest but cozy layout of the place. Although it was nothing like what she was once used to and was much more than she could have had at the worst of times, she appreciated it. This space, though modest, was hers, and that was enough for her.

She rearranges the space by moving the coffee table and sits on the floor, adopting the lotus position while leaning against the sofa. Inhaling deeply, she closes her eyes and begins her meditation session. During this time, she strives to push away all the thoughts that flood her mind. At first, the task seemed insurmountable, and she doubted her ability to achieve it. However, over time, she managed to clear her mind little by little. What she used to do to maintain balance, expand her reserves or simply relax, has now become a mandatory task.

The arrival in this dimension was a blurry memory in her mind, overshadowed by the clarity of the previous moments: the pain, the despair. Although she had long accepted that nothing would go well, she could not avoid the sting of suffering when she saw everything she was losing, each loved one fading before her eyes without her being able to do anything about it. Her friend's last words echoed in her head like a constant echo, keeping her clinging to life. The request was not only directed at her, but also at the wise man who had brought her here, perhaps motivated by remorse knowing that his own descendant was the cause. Thus, she complied and was sent to this place.

When her body finally hit the ground, in a hard landing and completely disoriented from her surroundings and therefore totally exposed to any danger. But it was not as if she could do anything even if a threat was in front of her. She was breathing in a foreign air that seemed to oppress her lungs, she felt a heaviness that prevented her from moving any limb and her disturbed mind did not process the information quickly enough to assimilate her new position. After a few moments, she experienced an overwhelming sense of loss. It was not only the farewell to everything she had ever known: comrades, friends, family, her dreams and aspirations, her home, but the palpable perception that part of herself was fading away in the process, leaving her increasingly vulnerable. It was as if her life essence was leaking, escaping from her being while she was trapped in an environment that she found hostile and alien. She was losing her chakra.

Anger took hold of her, a harrowing fury that seemed to emerge from the depths of her being. Despite having lived years marked by misfortune, she had never before allowed such negative emotions to take over her heart. However, at that moment, on the brink of the abyss of death, as she felt the last thing she had left being taken away, she allowed herself to embrace hatred.

She hated Sasuke for abandoning the village, Kakashi for his negligence during his time as a genin, Danzo for the atrocities committed against Sai, Itachi and, therefore, Sasuke. She hated Obito for starting the war, even if he eventually changed sides. She hated Madara for being the architect behind all that suffering. She hated Naruto for even considering the possibility of living without them. She hated the Sage for bringing her to this place, but above all, she hated herself, for her apparent uselessness, for being who she was and who she would always be.

It was that burning rage that drove her to fight, to resist the theft of her precious chakra. With the last reserves of energy she had left, she began to channel it through her body, desperate to prevent it from draining completely. And just when she thought all was lost, when she felt her strength failing her, she experienced something completely different from anything she had ever felt before.

A feeling so unusual, as if a dense and dark substance was seeping into her being, alien to the soft and comforting flow of her chakra. It emerged as an antagonistic force, waging a fierce battle with her inner essence for absolute dominance. Unknown in its nature, she refused to accept its invasion, determined to expel it in any way possible. It was a titanic effort, unleashing a sharp pain that seemed to consume her whole, as if her body was burning at temperatures as extreme as Sasuke's igneous flames. She perceived, in the midst of the torture, the ominous creaking of her bones and the violent explosion of her veins, as each cell seemed to transform and tear itself apart mercilessly, the suffocation of pain loomed over her. But even so, she clung with fierce determination to her resistance, aware that she would not allow them to take away the last thing left of her world. After what seemed like an eternity of suffering, or perhaps just a few brief moments prolonged by the torment, it was impossible to know. Finally, she perceived a glimmer of stability in her chakra, a sign that the battle for her energy had reached a point of momentary truce.

She longed to exhale a sigh of relief, though the pain cruelly prevented her; even so, she could perceive her chakra, albeit in a different way, more oppressive. That energy persisted inside her, rooted deep within her being, concentrating in her stomach and slowly fading away, but persistent. With no time to reflect on the meaning of that sensation, her only concern was to retain her invaluable chakra, which became an anchor in the midst of the storm. But the pain intensified, as if every fiber of her being was being subjected to indescribable torture, as if she was being molded by invisible hands. Unable to bear it any longer, exhausted and desperate, she gathered all her strength to exhale one last breath, longing for it to be the final one, and then, everything plunged into darkness.

Tragically, that was not her last breath, a circumstance she would have fervently desired, not only because the idea of living in a world without her beloved family was meaningless, but also because she woke up feeling like she had been hit by a bijudama. She recognized the relentless devastation that such an attack could cause.

Since she woke up in this place, many things had happened, but what she discovered about her body, both outside and inside, was one of the most shocking revelations. That made sense of all the suffering she had experienced since the moment she arrived in this world. Despite having traveled to only one dimension, she lacked sufficient evidence to say anything for sure; she could only formulate theories, though without much motivation to prove their veracity. After all, if her theories turned out to be true, she would have a deep respect for any individual truly versed in dimensional travel, if she ever came across one.

After immersing herself in the depths of that unknown dimension, she came to a realization that shook her to her core. It was not simply a matter of changing location in space, but also of adapting to a completely different set of rules and forces that governed this world. It was not just about the physical and chemical laws, which fortunately had some similarity to those of her usual reality, but about all kinds of natural influences that influenced life in this place. From the whims of the weather to the mysterious forces that dwelt in the land, everything seemed to have a profound effect on the living beings that inhabited it.

It was as if nature itself had meticulously studied every aspect of this dimension and developed a set of personalized rules for the inhabitants who ventured into it. Adaptation was inevitable, almost an imposition of the ancient wisdom of this world.

From the moment she landed in this place, she was studied with implacable scrutiny and then cataloged as the dominant life form: humans. The intense pain she experienced, similar to the sensation of her bones being ripped apart, was because that was actually happening. Her bone structure was transforming and adjusting to fit the standard genetic structure of this unknown world. Her bones stretched, causing her height to increase by at least five centimeters. In addition, her jaw was reduced, giving her face a more slender appearance. Although her eyes maintained their size, they exhibited a slight downward tilt, and although her irises and hair remained light green and pink, they darkened slightly, acquiring a metallic and shiny sheen.

On more than one occasion, the question has arisen in her mind of what would happen if, say, people like Kisame or Kabuto (after undergoing their transformation into sage mode) decided to make a triumphant entrance into this realm. Would they be welcomed by nature with open arms, considering them as mere mortals? Or, on the contrary, would they be contemplated and radically transformed into some aquatic or reptilian creature worthy of a legend? These are enigmas that, unfortunately, will remain in the limbo of unanswered questions.

But what really left her baffled were the changes that occurred deep within her being. In her world, where there were thirteen defined systems that regulated the functioning of the human body, the only one that experienced a radical change was her chakra system. It was as if an essential piece of the puzzle of her being had been irreversibly altered. And the most shocking thing: in this dimension, the very concept of chakras simply did not exist. When she came across this revelation, she was stunned. How could they survive here without something so fundamental? It was like discovering that in this world people lived without breathing.

The feeling of energy loss that invaded her when she landed was the first alarm. It was as if nature itself was trying to get rid of something it considered foreign and alien to its natural order. And yet, her innate stubbornness and the fury that consumed her at that moment drove her to retain it, clinging to it as if it were her last lifeline in a stormy sea.

It didn't take long for her to understand why chakra was absent in this world. Here, an ominous and unknown force, which had been given the name "cursed energy", permeated every corner. It was this same energy that she felt that fateful day, as if she was being dragged into a bottomless darkness. She supposed that the intention behind eliminating her chakra was to make way for this cursed energy to take over her being. Only she, unknowingly, did not allow it to happen.

It was her stubborn determination to retain her chakra that triggered the fusion of energies that was unfolding in her being at that precise moment. Despite her initial fierce resistance, the cursed energy burst into her body with overwhelming force, crashing against her own essence and unleashing a fierce battle for dominance. It was a fight in which neither force was willing to give ground easily.

The cursed energy, with its negative darkness, and the chakra, with its vibrant brightness, intertwined in a chaotic dance, each struggling to impose its will on the other. However, as the battle continued, something curious began to happen: both energies, so different and opposite in nature, began to find points of connection and similarity. They realized that, deep down, they were both essential for her very existence

Over time, the tension between the two energies gradually decreased, until they finally reached a silent agreement. They recognized that they could not coexist separately in her body, and in an act of surprising harmony, they decided to merge.

The fusion process was not painless; it was that scorching heat that spread throughout her body that she had felt, every cell and fiber feeling the intensity of the transformation taking place within her. That is why, later, when she reflected on that experience, she remembered feeling her chakra denser and heavier, as if it was now impregnated with an additional charge of power and mystery.

Then she discovered that not everyone possessed the amount of cursed energy that she did. Not everyone had access to the abilities it granted, and that confused her. If she had only been given the amount of cursed energy that normal people here have, perhaps there would never have been a fusion in the first place; her chakra could have won the fight or displaced it and remained the dominant energy. But she received more cursed energy than her chakra could fight, and she didn't understand why. Was nature here able to detect that she was a warrior? That she couldn't live here as an ordinary civilian either?

It had bothered her a lot; her goal was to live a simple life, far from problems that would force her to break the promise she had made. It was already difficult with her memories, let alone adding a dark energy that only seemed to be intensified by her feelings of pain and sorrow. It was with that last thought that she truly understood everything.

They explained to her where the cursed energy came from and what caused it, and that's when she remembered the burning hatred she felt when her chakra was being drained. The immense anger at the injustice of everything that had happened and how afterwards the cold feeling of the resident energy of this world usurping her body. Mother Nature did indeed classify her as an ordinary human who would only need a minimal amount of cursed energy. But it was her strong dark feelings that drove an avalanche of the latter. When she came to that realization, she couldn't help but let her anger rise. For the first time, she was letting herself be carried away by negative emotions, and totally justified ones, only to have it backfire on her. It was all so unfair.

Anyway, from that day on, she was an amalgam of two energies, a unique combination that defined her in a whole new way. Although it was still a constant struggle to maintain the balance between these opposing forces, it led her to these mandatory meditations every day to monitor any anomalies (more than she already was) and learn to control it better.

After finishing her meditation, before dark thoughts could invade her mind, she got up and started stretching, feeling her bones creak with every movement. She started a light warm-up, aware of the limited space she had at her disposal. She did 100 squats, 200 push-ups, and 200 jumps with a rope, a light exercise to prepare for the busy day ahead. She couldn't even sweat more than two drops with this routine. Once finished, she headed to take a shower to refresh herself and start the day with renewed energy.

After everything that had happened to me, she didn't become a person obsessed with looking in the mirror; however, as the hot water ran down her body, she found herself inevitably observing her silhouette reflected in the glass screen. This screen, notably more luxurious than the rest of the modest space she inhabited, stood out for its superior quality. She bet it was a whim of the former tenant of this apartment, a luxury he had wanted to allow himself. She didn't know the reason behind having a screen instead of a simple curtain, and honestly, she didn't care.

In her adolescence, taking care of her appearance began to lose importance after training with Lady Tsunade, but even so, she retained her insecurities. She still wanted to be seen as a beautiful woman, she felt envious when comparing her less pronounced curves with the developed and slender bodies of her friends. However, after the war, those feelings became insignificant. If they had cut a large piece of her hair down to her eyebrows? It didn't matter, as long as she was alive and had the opportunity to heal more people. Her appearance was no longer relevant as she fought to survive alongside her team against the constant attacks.

But now, as she contemplated her reflection, distorted by not being a completely reflective surface, she realized that her teenage self, with its desperate longing to be appreciated like her peers, would have cried tears of happiness to have the body she now possesses, the one she was forced to adapt to with all its changes. She didn't like it when she first saw it; she longed for her old body, the one she had come to appreciate, rough, battered, and full of muscles that kept her alive, resisting every blow like well-forged steel. It was the body that reminded her of every battle she fought and won, as well as those she lost.

She finished her shower without pausing to look further, wrapping herself in her towel before heading to her room. As she put on her underwear, she remembered how she used to have to buy different sizes for the top and bottom. Now, that problem no longer existed. She had managed to adjust the size of the top to match the bottom, and that was the only change in her body that she didn't mind. It was one of her biggest teenage complexes in her old world.

After putting on her clothes and accessories, she packed everything essential in her bag: keys, a small first aid kit, her mobile phone, personal documents, and some cash. She checked the seals on her body. One on her wrist and another on her ankle, where she kept her weapons: kunais, sebon, a katana, smoke and flash bombs, ninja wires, blades, and sealing ink, among others. It had been difficult to acquire everything, some she even had to fabricate, like the bombs, but every object that reminded her of her home was worth it.

Despite hating to look at herself in mirrors, she had to do it to make up the byakugou seal on his forehead. She bought the most expensive foundation in her color, with the thickest paste that wouldn't reveal anything underneath. It was also waterproof. She carefully observed up close that everything looked completely normal. It did.

Heading to the entrance, she verified that every trap on all accesses was functioning correctly. Then she left, locking her door and activating the corresponding trap. Standing in front of the entrance, she looked at the peaceful street with people walking by, completely oblivious to her life.

With a deep sigh, began another day.