Chaos reigned in the heart of Konoha. The night sky was ablaze with fire, casting an ominous glow over the shattered village. Buildings lay in ruins, their foundations crumbling as the earth shook beneath the monstrous roars of the Nine-Tailed Beast. The ground was littered with debris, charred remains of what were once homes and shops. The cries of the wounded and dying filled the air, blending with the earth-shattering howls of the beast and the sporadic sounds of battle as shinobi fought desperately to protect their home.

Amidst the destruction, a young boy lay motionless on the ground, his clothes torn and bloodied. His breath was shallow, his skin pale. The world around him was a blur, lost in the haze of unconsciousness. His small body, though injured, still held a fragile thread of life as medics rushed to his aid.

“Can you hear me?” A voice, filled with urgency and concern, cut through the din of the battlefield. The words were faint but unmistakable, coming from somewhere nearby. Kazuto's senses were dulled, his body weak and unresponsive. The warmth of healing chakra enveloped him, a faint but persistent glow that worked over his injuries. Yet, it felt distant, almost disconnected from the rest of the world, like he was trapped between reality and a dream.

Slowly, Kazuto's eyes fluttered open. The haze in his mind began to clear, revealing the devastating scene around him. The first thing he saw was the sky, burning red from the flames consuming the village. The once serene blue was now a searing inferno, reflecting the chaos below. The next thing that came into view was a figure—a girl, perhaps a medic, speaking to him. Her voice was steady, though he couldn’t make out the words through the overwhelming noise of the battle and his own confusion.

His vision remained blurred, his thoughts sluggish. As he struggled to focus, something else caught his attention. Looming behind the girl was a massive shadow, its eyes glowing with a malevolent crimson light. The Nine-Tailed Beast, a creature of nightmares, was towering over the village. Its immense form was a dark blot against the fiery sky, its tails lashing out with terrifying force, tearing through buildings and creating tremors that shook the very foundation of Konoha.

The sight of the beast was enough to instill a fear Kazuto had never known. The sheer size and power of the creature were overwhelming, its presence suffocating. The roars of the beast, combined with the desperate shouts of shinobi and the cries of the villagers, created a cacophony of terror.

Kazuto’s lips moved with great effort, the word escaping in a weak, hoarse whisper. It was the only thing his mind could process amidst the chaos: “Kurama…”

As he uttered the word, his vision began to swim, and darkness started to close in around him. His consciousness wavered, the edges of his awareness blurring. He felt himself slipping away, his grip on the physical world weakening. Just as the darkness fully enveloped him, his surroundings began to dissolve, and the chaotic scene faded into a profound stillness.

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The thunderous roar of the beast faded into a deep, quiet darkness. Kazuto felt as though he was floating in an empty, timeless void. This new space was markedly different from the physical world—weightless and serene, yet charged with an undercurrent of significance. It was as if he was in a realm between realities, where time and space had little meaning.

Scenes began to unfold before him, like fragments of a dream. Kazuto saw a young boy, no older than five, bearing the same name as him. The boy’s bright smile was a stark contrast to the desolation Kazuto had just witnessed. He was running joyfully through the lively streets of Konoha, his laughter ringing out in the air. His parents, simple merchants, walked beside him, their faces full of warmth and affection. The family seemed to be the embodiment of contentment, their lives filled with love and the simple pleasures of a happy family.

The scenes shifted rapidly. The boy’s world, once filled with light and laughter, darkened. The boy’s parents were shown in hushed conversations, their faces etched with worry. The Third Shinobi War had reached their doorstep, a grim reminder that peace was fleeting. The boy’s parents were caught in the crossfire of a conflict between villages, their lives tragically cut short. The boy was left orphaned, his once secure world now shattered. All that remained was a small house and a sum of money—insufficient solace for a child who had lost everything.

As Kazuto observed these memories, he felt a subtle shift within himself. The merging of his soul with the boy’s soul and body brought increases in his spiritual essence. Though he was unaware of its significance, there was an intangible sense of growth and connection. The darkness around him pulsed with a mechanical sound resounded.

[Host Integration Successful]

[Starting the Wheel of Golden Spoon]

[Gravity Release Selected]

[Transmigration Process Successful]

The scenes continued to blur and merge into Kazuto's being. With a final, gentle tug, the darkness began to lift. The serene emptiness was replaced by the harsh, blinding light of the physical world. Kazuto’s eyes fluttered open again, and he found himself waking to the light of morning streaming through the window of a hospital room.

He took in his surroundings, disoriented but gradually coming to terms with his new reality. His eyes wandered to the window, where he saw the faces of the Hokage etched into the mountain, carved into the stone as symbols of Konoha’s enduring spirit. He confirmed had transmigrated into the world of Naruto.

Kazuto’s mind raced. He remembered his previous world where he was a regular 25-year-old who enjoyed reading light novels, watching anime, and reading manga. He had been a big fan of Naruto, having read it multiple times. His last memory before the transmigration was reading the manga where the Kyubi attacked Konoha.

Now, he was in a world where even children could be as powerful as super-soldiers, where ninjas could kill in the blink of an eye, where Tailed Beasts roamed freely, and where threats like the Akatsuki and the ultimate boss, Kaguya, loomed on the horizon. The realization of his new reality was overwhelming.

Kazuto processed the enormity of his situation with a mix of helplessness and excitement. His thoughts swirled with the implications of living in a world of immense power and danger, a world he had only ever known through pages and screens.

He let out a long sigh, the gravity of his situation sinking in, and muttered, “Status”