Chapter 1 : Arriving in Konoha
John, a dedicated Naruto fan, has a passion for collecting all things related to the series. His home is filled with a huge collection of anime posters, and his computer houses countless Naruto games, songs, and fan comics. Yet, despite all of this, he still feels something is missing. Recently, he decided to dive into collecting mobile games as well.
After downloading several games recommended on various websites, John came across one small mobile game that was said to be incredibly popular in Japan. The game had just been released, had a modest popularity rating, and was 1 GB in size. Believing the size indicated a lot of content, he eagerly downloaded it.
Once the game was installed, he began the registration process. When asked to enter his name, John typed in "Uzumaki Naruto," but the system didn't allow him to proceed. Strangely, it wasn't because the name was already in use—it was rejected outright because the system stated that the character wasn't an option.
Without giving it much thought, John typed "John" into the name field, but the system quickly rejected it, asking for a Japanese name instead. Slightly frustrated, John paused and then typed the most familiar Japanese name he could think of—"Haruto Itsuki." With that, the character creation was finally successful.
Just as he was about to begin playing, a sudden flash of white light blinded him, and he couldn't open his eyes. When he was finally able to see again, he was stunned to find himself looking at the enormous Nine-Tails and the iconic Hokage heads in the distance. His mouth dropped open as he muttered, "What the hell, time travel?"
Before he could fully process what had happened, a shadowy figure wearing a bird-shaped mask appeared in front of him and swiftly pulled him away from the arms of a woman. It was then that John realized he had shrunk down and turned into a small child.
As he tried to move, he found it extremely difficult. He couldn't even speak—his body was still too underdeveloped. It seemed like he must only be a few months old.
The masked figure moved at lightning speed, and John felt the cold air rushing past him. As they sped away, John caught a glimpse of the woman who had been holding him. Her limbs were twisted and blood poured from her mouth, yet she was smiling. Was she smiling because her child had survived?
In that moment, John felt the harsh reality of this world. The bird-faced man was moving so fast that John could feel the wind blowing under him. Mentally cursing the ANBU he thought, "Could you slow down? You're freezing my little body!" Who decided to dress me in crotch pants?