It's my first-time writing, and I have no background in it, so go easy on me. I have a general idea of where the stories gonna go but we'll see how it turns out. At this point it's just what comes in my head, and I just type it out.
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My name is Axe D. Hunter (yes, my parents named me that but big whoop), and I was on the run from the government. I got hit by a Truck when I went out to buy the first release of Boruto, and am still alive, but I feel the cold slowly start to take me. When I turned 18, I had no direction in life, so I joined the military. I met allot of people throughout my career and saw and experienced things most of the civilian population never will. But I realized I wasn't like everyone else. I had friends and people that loved me, but I always felt uncomfortable as if everything I did was simply to be perceived as a normal human being.
To distract myself from any form of introspection, I became a killing machine. I was broken down and built back up. To create "Me", I was put through torture that the ordinary man can't even conceive of. I became numb, hollow even. I guess it didn't fully work since I'm laying here reminiscing like a fool.
Anyways one day when I finished a mission where I had to kill half a family of a dictator to keep him in check. I came across the Naruto Manga; the entirety of the series was organized in this eleven-year-olds room, the kid still sitting at his desk. It took a single slash, Blood started to spurt out of his throat, poor kid had a questioning look when I did it. As he tried to stop the bleeding with his hands. I took the first release and read it and thought it was kind of interesting. Well, I had a month left to go back to base and when I snuck in, this place had some groceries so I might as well finish it.
The more I read the more entranced I became. The ups and downs, the connections I felt with the characters, hahaha my blood started to boil when I saw Madara face off against the Allied Shinobi Forces. Who else hasn't fantasized about facing off against the world alone and being considered a one man army. Just saying your name invokes PTSD into the older Generation, but this is reality, a world where power can simply be bought by pieces of paper.
"It was a good run while it lasted, I guess" these were the last words I uttered to the world. The cold hands of death gripped me, and when it did ... all I saw was black.
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I stood within the cold void, everywhere I turned I saw nothing. Having my eyes open at this point made no difference.
"Welcome"
AND THEN THERE WAS LIGHT!
My eyes burned and pulsated as if I had been flash banged.
"You may gaze upon me child," said a majestic voice.
I looked up and what I saw was a ....
Stay Tuned for the next episode of Dragon Bal... wrong series. Make a guess in the comments to see who we'll see.