Emergence 1
“there’s no way for you to win anymore!” a man wearing a cracked orange swirled mask yelled towards a blue giant garbed in tengue armor.
Suspended inside the giant was a fair skinned man adorned with several disheveled red metal plates, the most striking detail of the man were his purple spiral eyes. “You cannot hope to stop me! You may have achieved the same powers as me, but you are but a stripling compared to me!”
The blue giant began his assault swinging a large blade through the air.
“Heh, I guess this is how I go out, so I guess I’ll go out swinging. I’ll see you soon sensei.” The man whispered to himself as his eyes met that of the giants’.
“Kamui!!!”
“Wake up you’re going to be late for your first day!” were the first words that I heard when I returned to consciousness. The second words were “Oh Crap!” as my face collided with the floor boards of my room. Following my training my first response was to get to my feet and case my environment, and to say it was shocking would have been an understatement.
Surrounding me were not enemy shinobi or even the valley I had been fighting Madara in no what surrounded me were boxes, boxes all labeled with my name. looking even more I discovered that I was in a bedroom, not a TI interrogation room, not a cell, but a proper bedroom.
This might just have been even worse than what I previously thought possible, quickly I ran into the bathroom I saw from the corner of my eyes. As soon as I entered, I made my way to the mirror, revealing both my greatest fear and relief. The face I saw was my own not Obito Uchiha’s, I could hardly breath with the realization that, that second life I had been given after death was nothing more than a dream. But just as with all my hopes and dreams It doesn’t last, because no matter how much anyone would have warned me not to look further into it, I just wouldn’t have listened, and decide to tempt fate.
If you would ask me a decade or even a century from now, I would give you the same answer “I don’t know, just wanted to check”. Just like I was stretching a muscle I closed my hazel brown eyes and opened them once more revealing the truth. My eyes had become pools of red with three black coma marks in them.
And yet again I couldn’t tell whether I should be relieved or fearful that my eyes apparently followed me from one life to the other. And yet again I want to push my luck as I willed the eyes into their evolution. Swirling and conjoining my sharingan took on the evolved appearance of my eternal mangekyou; four stretched triangles evenly spaced around the pupil that each curved at the top around the eye to form a circle—resembling a four-pointed shuriken. And whether it was energy drain or more likely fear I couldn’t bring myself to mature my eyes forward into the purple eyes I saw with my dying breath.
Inspecting the rest of my body I discovered that I had retained more than just my eyes but lost most everything else. Just as in my first life I was flabby yet again with little muscle to speak of, not fat mind you but not exactly muscular. And yet again in the category of unknowable whether its good or not was my modified curse mark just below the base of my neck.
“I hope you’re getting ready mister!” it’s only now that I’ve heard it again that it registers, that’s my moms voice. I barely have time to come to turns as she opens my—apparently bedroom—door. And its true the same woman who raised me, gave birth to me, and loved me was standing in front of me. It took me a moment to figure it out but I was crying, something that I can’t properly remember the last time I did without there being a dead body involved. “Honey is there something wrong?” she asks looking more worried than anything else. And now she thinks somethings wrong, good going there Chris. Ok think what would…huh how old am I in this body? “I’m fine I’m just having first day jitters.” I told her though even if for me it’s been forty some odd years my mother is still my mother and knows when I’m lying.
“Look I know that you’ve been going through some changes.” Oh god has this me not had the talk yet?! “But I know that you can move past it, that’s the whole reason we’re here.” She finished. “And besides you’re going to be late if you don’t get a move on, since I have to get to the new office and your still in your underwear. It took me a moment to realize that I was laughing at what she said.
“Ok I’m out the door in three minutes, speak now or forever hold your piece.” Mom said as she started to walk out of my room. And I guess I’m lucky she said that because “hey mom what’s the address to the school?” I asked. That stopped her in her tracks and in all honesty scared the shit out of me. “I told you to memorize the directions. Fine just use your gps. And before you get smart with me, you’re going to Winslow high. Now get dressed!” she said as she slammed the door shut leaving me alone in what I assume to be an apartment.
Ok now I can properly freak out…
“MOTHER FUCKER!”
Ok freakout done. “Okay time to walk things through I’m apparently back in my first, I have my sharingan, my EMS, and possibly my rinnegan, but I can’t feel my chakra so what the hell was fueling them. Ugh and I love that I have my mom back but shell kill me if I don’t get to school…and I haven’t attended real school where they didn’t teach me to kill people in around forty years…great.” Fate is laughing at me, and I’m going to stab her with my kunai—as soon as I get a kunai.
Seeing no more point in dragging on my own personal funeral slash pity party I should probably get dressed.
Taking a moment to familiarize myself with the boxes it appears that I had apparently forgotten to unpack my clothes, though when I found them, I was severely underwhelmed and appalled with my presumably fourteen-year-old fashion sense. By far what made up the majority of the shirts were ones depicting superheroes from some team, and though I would say I still haven’t out grown superhero comics and movies there wasn’t a lot of material of it in the elemental nations. So, I decided to chose from the minuscule number of shirts that didn’t bring up mixed feelings of my lost childhood.
After assembling my outfit, I can confidently say that it is one of my better outfits outside my normal Konoha garb. I wore a plain navy-blue button-down shirt under a black jacket with two vertical dark purple lines, all rounded out with black pants and black sneakers. It’s by no means as good as my shinobi gear, but it’ll do for school.
Speaking of which I open up my smart phone only to pile on more revelations to my day, mainly being that the year was 2010…and this raises even more questions being that I died in 2022 and that I should be eight in 2010 instead of what I’m assuming to fifteen.
“Putting all that in a box for me to unpack for later.” I say as I open the gps and type in the name of the school discovering that its actually not all too far from me, and that if I leave now, I can make it on foot before eight. “Huh maybe I can finally be on time in this life.” With my goal set and my backpack equipped I exit my room and yet again run into the problem of not knowing what I’m doing.
Finding the front door wasn’t all too difficult it was the key that gave me trouble, and no end to my anger when I discovered that it was hanging by the door with a note from my mother about not leaving the apartment unlocked. That was another thing that I discovered, was that I now lived in a comfortably sized apartment. Locking the door, I made my way down the stairs and outside into a somewhat bustling metropolis—at the very least in comparison to Konoha. And boy do I mean it when I say that the culture shock is real. Don’t get me wrong I love having sneakers and a smart phone back but I miss the…well everything of konohagakure, the smells of gasoline and grime are so far removed from the fresh scent of pine that I had grown accustomed to, the noises of cars starting and driving around putting me instantly on edge after not hearing them for near forty years.
“Oh, this is going to be hell.” I said to myself as I began following the directions that the phone provided me with, though to say I knew where I was going would be the type of lie that sets pants on fire. Hell, I don’t even know what city I’m in let alone state, because I’m sure that this aint Texas. Well, who’s to say what’s different about this world from my first one, for all I know this is one of those worlds that is just slightly out of synch in terms of time and location. Yeah, and besides if things are too off I can-
I was pulled into an alleyway, derailing my train of thought as I was shoved against the brick wall of a building.
“Huh guess I really was distracted to be caught off guard by a motley crew like you.” I said mainly to piss of my would-be assaulters more than anything else. Speaking of which it consisted of two boys roughly in their late teens as well as a teenage girl. The two boys shared dirty brown hair as well as several freckles decorating their faces though that’s where the similarities ended as one was shorter than me by a whole head while the other seemed to be a head taller than me, and the girl…well she drew my eyes away from the two muscle headed morons. She wore her bright orange hair in an elevated bun, as well as her clothing being vastly different from a robber as she was wearing some sort of school uniform from one of those rich kid type schools…and for some reason she was setting off alarm bells in my head to end her here and now.
“Give us everything you have and you’ll keep living.” The tall one said as he brought a knife up to my cheek. Though it did not stay there as I knead the boy in his balls causing him to fall to the ground in pain, but something was way off about it, my technique was sound but I was slow…way slower than I ever remember fighting in my previous life. Though I did not have much time to dwell on it as the shorter one came charging at me, though in seconds he was launched off the ground by a kick to his head. But to say that hit did more damage to me would be a lie as I could feel the muscles in my leg crying to give out as I felt pain rocket through them.
I winced as I got to my feet and began walking my way towards the girl who was setting off my instincts.
“w-wait you-you don’t want to hurt me!” she said with a voice like it was bathed in honey, though that just set off more alarm bells to kill her. As I arrived in front of her, she made a broken smile “y-yeah you don’t want to-” she was interrupted as I slammed her head into the neighboring wall with my open palm, knocking her out as I did with the short boy.
That just leaves the tall one…who ran away while I was dealing with his compatriots. Oh well probably not that important.
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“Oh, crap I’m going to be late!” I yelled to myself as I rushed out of the alley way towards the school my phone had been directing me to. So much for being on time in this life.