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4-new world
🕑 Added 2022-09-10 00:58:12 +0000 UTCIn a rundown old school house made of woods, a boy of about 5 years old was sleeping there on the bed wrapped in bandages, it seemed as though he's been through a horrible accident.
Suddenly his fingers twitched a little before he opened his eyes and the first thing he did was scream, " AHHHHHHHH ".
But soon after his training kicked in and he got over his shock immediately calming down, looking around and analysing his surroundings he was shocked for a second but soon after a smile couldn't help but creep up his face, ' hahaha, I did it, I f*cking did it, I don't know how but I survived the clash and it even seems like I transmigrated somehow.'
After calming down and sorting through his thoughts Michael sat down in a meditative position as he intended to check something, ' i wonder if I can still observe my soul '.
And immediately after trying he succeeded, it seemed it's like a sense that he always had but never knew how to use, but once he used it once he remembered the feeling, it's like learning to ride a bike once you learn it you can't forget it.
His consciousness was drawn to a void, he couldn't tell what colour it was in there, it appeared as if it was colourless with just his soul residing in there, But, as he observed more he noticed two very wrong things.
the first thing was that now somehow his soul had turned completely grey with no trace of the bright white colour it had before and although it looked completely the same except for the colour, he could somehow feel that now it was so much stronger than before it wasn't even funny, it was immeasurable, he felt invincible.' this must be the result of those two energies clashing with each other and due to some weird twist of fate they completely merged with my soul and that's the reason I survived, this is some cliche novel sh*t, but, I am not complaining.'
The second thing he noticed was a bright white ball of energy that looked almost identical to how his soul was before, it was floating right next to his soul seeming as if it was about to dissipate, the only difference between them was the colour, ' don't tell me this is..., let's try something ', as he thought that as if on instinct he willed his soul to go near that ball of light to swallow it and immediately like a dam that burst open a flood of memories flooded into his brain, and unlike most novels he read he didn't feel any splitting headache or pain, it was even comfortable like it was natural for him to obtain memories this way.
"Sōsuke Aizen.....5 years old.....parents dead....a shinobi!!!...jutsus!!? ...warring states period...."
Sitting in a meditative position on the bed Aizen slowly open his eyes and his lips couldn't help but curl into a smile again as he recognised where he was, ' this is better than I expected, I seem to have been reborn in the world of naruto which I already have high knowledge of and that too in the Warring States Period so I have enough time to prepare for the shit storm that's about to come my way in the future.'
'But, there is also a downside to this, will I survive?, according to my past self memories, I have the strength of at most a genin, and with that strength on the battlefield it is the same as cannon fodder, I need to get stronger and I need to do it fast, that should be my priority for now.' thinking till here Aizen got up from his bed heading to the bathroom he remembered from the memories of the soul he just consumed to wash himself and freshen up.
But as he did that he could feel that his body was in perfect shape, as if all the injuries his past self suffered this morning were all just a dream,' so this is the famous transmigration healing power huh?, how good would it be if I could keep it, sigh, focus Michael focus, this is not the time for this.'
(AN: yes I know I said his name is Aizen but that's only to the outside world and from a third pov, but for him and when he's having his inner monologue he Will always refer to himself as Michael, unless I mistyped of course, in that case I'll appreciate it if somebody left a comment so I can correct it)
Reaching the bathroom which looked surprisingly clean and well-decorated, Aizen was about to remove his bandages and wash but he stopped midway ' what would the other clan members think if they saw me in perfect shape after taking a fireball at almost point blank range in the morning? I better avoid suspicion for now and stay low until am at least a chunin.' thinking that he stopped taking his bandages off and just watched his face.
Drying himself with a towel and as he looked at himself in the mirror he noticed that he looked like an exact copy of his past self on earth when he was 5 years old, ' guess that's one of the reasons I ended up in this body.' he thought.
Getting out of the bathroom he went to a room at the back of the house, closed the door behind him and searched a little through the floor as if he was looking for something until finally, he saw a certain piece of wood tile that looked the exact same as the others.
Putting his hands on it, it lit up a little bit before he heard a clicking sound and it dislodged from its position along with four other pieces of wood sticking to it making a perfect square shape and lifted diagonally off the ground like an open basement door, in the bottom of the wooden tiles stuck to each other he noticed a black sealing formation with lots of sealing runs drawn with black ink or was it just made up completely of Chakra that looked like ink?, He couldn't tell.
In his memories from this life, he remembered that this was the entrance to the cellar where all the knowledge about being a ninja is kept, from jutsus, taijutsu scrolls, fuinjutsu scrolls training equipment and a lot more.
His parents used to hide him there and seal the entrance when they went to war, they would leave him with enough food and water for days, but in the case that they didn't come back after a certain period the cellar was designed to unlock on itself.
Now that his parents are dead he was the only one alive who could unlock it and get in as the seal placed on it only responds to their particular family bloodline.
Below the wooden tiles, he noticed a set of stairs made of rock going downward, on the walls were circular black formation seals and from the middle of them dim light was coming out, but due to the large number, the stairs and what's beyond were sufficiently lit.
Going down the stairs he heard a clicking sound behind him, turning around he noticed the floor behind him went back to its previous shape and the seal on it glowed for a split second before subsiding.
Looking at the walls and the "lamps" on them he couldn't help but comment "I guess my parents were skilled at fuinjutsu, or at least one of them was."
After observing the seal on the wall for a little while more and not understanding anything about it he continued heading down the stairs.
Not long later he arrived in a square empty room with doors on all sides, one on the side he came from which leads back outside.
The one in front of him which he knew led to the training room, two to the left with one being the bathroom and the other the armoury, and three on the right, the library, the kitchen and the bedroom.
As it appears Aizen's parents had been meticulous when building this place and planned far ahead.
'building a place like this might be an enormous project in my old world but here just a simple ninja with the right earth jutsu can accomplish it, the real tricky part is the seals placed all around the place that very few people can use in this world and attain this level of proficiency in them.' thought Aizen as he moved to the left in the armoury direction.
'The potential of the human body is enormous in this world it'll be a waste if I just focus on jutsus and don't train my body, so the sooner I start to train the better it is for me, it is also necessary for some of my future plans ' thought Aizen as he opened the door to the armoury and entered.
Rummaging inside for a while he found a wooden box laying on the floor beside some weapon stands.
Picking it up he put it on an empty long table and opened it, inside were what appeared to be training weights, consisting of armbands and ninja leg wrappers, there was more than one set with each one heavier than the ones before it.
"How the f*ck was I able to pick all this up!!?, I know am stronger than a normal person but I didn't even feel any weight " thought aizen startled after he saw how much weight was inside of the box, before he suddenly thought of something.
Checking around the box he saw some black ink markings on the outside of it which must be something like those used in the door and lights from before but the purpose of this one was likely just to reduce weight " I see, so that's how it is, I definitely need to learn sealing jutsus, their potential is endless and with a little bit of imagination one can do anything with them."
"Let's see, I'll start with a 10 kg(22lb) vest, 5kg(11lb) on each hand plus another 10kg(22 lb) on each foot and I'll increase it when I get used to it " after taking the weights and putting them on and covering them with normal clothes he looked around for a bit and seeing nothing else he needed currently he picked a pouch of kunas and shurikens and went towards the training ground.
Going through the door opposite to the one he came from when he entered this cellar and walking for some distance he got out to the training grounds, as he looked around him and checked it he couldn't help but think to himself," if I didn't have memories of this I will be screaming at the top of my lungs, how the f*ck did they even have enough time to build this, this isn't a room this is an entire f*cking town."
In front of him was an enormous area, the entire place was fully lit up that it looked like he was outside during the day with the sun shining everywhere but it was just seals producing light in the ceiling.
To his left, some distance away was what appeared to be some underground wide river, to his right were training dummies and wooden pools used for practice, and in front of him, about 1km(0.6mi) away and what shocked him most aside from the river was the vague shape of a forest.
Aizen stood there for a long time observing everything, the reality that he was in another world setting on him again before he finally moved and went to the right towards the training dummies saying to himself, "I need to get used to weird stuff from now on, if something as simple as this can shock me even when I knew about it then what am I going to do when meteorites start raining down on me and chakra constructs as tall as mountains start appearing(susano), do I run and hide!!?".
Reaching the training dummies he put both kunais and shurikens pouches down on the ground before stretching and starting to jog, after all, it is very important to warm up before any exercise, something he learned the hard way by getting injured in his past life.
It took him a long time before he completed one lap around the entire training ground and although his body wanted to give up halfway through he just kept preserving something he did all his life and in the army so it was nothing new to him, but this time he couldn't help but feel it was so easy to fight the need to just give up and lay down on the floor and keep pushing himself, he could only attribute it to the change that happened to his soul making his willpower stronger.
After finishing another lap he only rested for a while before he started doing pushups, sit-ups and finally squats, 100 repeats of each, all of that while wearing the weighted clothes.
By the end of it, he was laying on the floor in a pool of his sweat as he gasped for breath like a dying animal.
" i... I thi..nk... I ov...er did it *pant* *pant*, I was just so exci...ted about being alive ag...ain that I went.... all in, I need to be mo...re careful....from now on, I don't want to stunt my growth*Pant*, plus am not so naive to think I'll get lucky and survive if I die like last time this might be my last chance I can't be careless and waste it." he talked to himself self gasping for breath after almost every sentence.
Reaching this train of thoughts he felt his eyelids become so heavy as if a gravity jutsu was cast at them, he knew he could resist if he wanted to but he didn't, he just gave himself up to this feeling and soon after he drifted into dreamland, ' i really overdid it huh hehehe.' those were his last thoughts as he lost consciousness.
