Naruto:lost origin

The world was a blur of colors, sounds, and sensations that came and went in an instant. A flash of light, the feeling of weightlessness, and then, nothing.When he opened his eyes again, the world was strangely familiar, but at the same time, foreign. The air smelled of earth, fresh grass, and the faint scent of food—things he didn't remember feeling before. His eyes, sharp and clear, took in his surroundings: a modest room with simple wooden walls and a soft mat under him.It didn't take long for the memories to flood back, or rather, for them to not flood back.He wasn't sure how he had arrived here, but he knew he wasn't supposed to be in this world. He was someone else, someone who had lived before. An adult, full of memories, emotions, and experiences. And now, those memories were gone, leaving only a cold void.He glanced down at his tiny hands—small, chubby, with the soft skin of a child not yet three. Panic gripped him for a second. Was this a dream? A curse? No, it was real. Too real. He could feel the weight of his new body, the tug of his small, fragile limbs, and the steady thrum of his heart. He was reborn, in the body of a child.And yet, despite the confusion, a strange clarity followed.A voice, not from the outside world, but from deep within his mind, echoed through his consciousness. It wasn't his voice. It was cold, mechanical, yet strangely familiar."Rebirth successful. Host, you have been reincarnated into the Naruto world. System online. Awaiting instructions."He blinked. This was not the first time he had heard this voice. But it was the first time he was hearing it with a new set of eyes, a new identity.His gaze flicked around the room again, more focused now. Simple walls. A modest window, revealing the village beyond. The Hidden Leaf Village. He didn't need to be told where he was. He had seen enough to know. This was the world of Naruto, a world of shinobi, of chakra, of clans and villages. A world he would have once watched from the outside, but now he was in it.He should be afraid. Or perhaps angry. But… there was nothing. Only emptiness.He looked down at his tiny hands again. What should he do now?Before he could even think further, the voice returned, filling his mind once again."You have been granted the System. Your abilities will be unlocked progressively. You are not alone, Host. The choices you make will shape your fate in this world."The words hung in the air as if waiting for him to respond. But what was there to say? He had no memories of his past life, only the feeling of something more. His past self—if it could even be called that—was a distant echo, a shadow that no longer held power over him. But now, he had this system, this power at his fingertips.The room around him was plain, but it felt like it was the start of something far greater. For some reason, despite the cold emptiness inside, he felt a strange sense of purpose settle in his chest. Something was waiting for him in this world, and it was only a matter of time before he would find out what.He didn't speak yet. The system had made its intentions clear. The question now was: what would he do with the opportunities that lay ahead?The door opened slowly, and a woman entered the room—a figure of warmth, kindness. His mother? She was young, with a kind face and soft eyes, but there was something... off. He didn't recognize her."Ah, you're awake," she said softly, stepping closer to the small bed where he lay. "How are you feeling, sweetie?"He didn't respond at first. His gaze flicked to her, but then quickly returned to the window, staring at the distant village beyond. There was so much to learn, so much to understand about this world. And yet, in that moment, he couldn't bring himself to care about the woman in front of him.He was a blank slate, emotionless, as if something inside of him had been wiped clean. And yet, beneath that emptiness, there was a sharp, calculating awareness.He was in the world of Naruto, and he would survive it—on his own terms.