Capítulo 2: Chapter 2: Entering the Naruto world
Eric groaned and found himself lying face down on the ground, his thoughts swirling.
"Huh, what happened, and why am I not dead?" he wondered aloud.
A high-pitched voice of a small child interrupted his thoughts.
"Hey Mizuki, are you alright?" the child asked.
Eric responded instinctively, "Yeah, I'm fine."
(Wait, what did he call me again? Mizuki?) Eric thought to himself.
He quickly got up and dusted himself off, catching his reflection in a nearby window. Staring back at him was a boy with long silver hair. He was Mizuki.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot up his spine as memories of the former Mizuki flooded his brain. The memories were overwhelming and bothersome, but Eric fought to compose himself.
He looked at Iruka, seeing him for the first time with Mizuki's eyes. Iruka still had some baby fat adorning his cheeks, his tan skin, dark brown hair, and the familiar pineapple hairstyle.
"Mizuki, did your head get hit that hard?" Iruka asked, concern evident in his voice.
According to Mizuki's memories, both he and Iruka were in their first year at the academy. They had decided to play one-on-one soccer after classes, and the ball had landed right in Mizuki's face.
"Iruka, I think I'm starting to feel a little lightheaded, so I'm going to go home now to rest," Mizuki said, trying to sound convincing.
"Are you sure you don't need anything?" Iruka asked, guilt creeping into his eyes.
Mizuki leaned over and flicked Iruka's forehead.
"Ouch, what was that for?" Iruka exclaimed.
"Hehe, sorry, I couldn't help myself!" Mizuki laughed. "Iruka, it wasn't your fault. See you tomorrow."
"Really? Then see you tomorrow," Iruka said, relieved.
After Iruka left with his parents, Mizuki headed back to his apartment, relying on the memories of the former Mizuki. In this world, he was still an orphan, receiving a government payment once a month and living in a free apartment.
Unlocking the door, he was greeted by a mess of dirty clothes and expired food. The place was a pigsty. Mizuki spent the next two hours cleaning the apartment, throwing out the rotten food, taking the dirty clothes to the laundromat, and cleaning the entire floor. As night fell, Mizuki decided to go out and grab something to eat.
Walking down the street, Mizuki was amazed to see that Ichiraku Ramen existed more than twenty years before the first episode of Naruto. He walked in and ordered a bowl of ramen, noticing the shop was starting to close down.
"Haiza, why am I so unlucky?" Mizuki muttered to himself.
Just as he was about to leave, he heard someone shout from behind the counter. It was the legendary ramen shop owner, Teuchi.
"Oi kiddo, why are you leaving?" Teuchi called out.
"Oh, I thought you were shutting down for the night," Mizuki replied.
"Hehe, that's not gonna happen, kid. So what can I make for ya?" Teuchi said with a grin.
"Uh, I'll have one pork miso ramen, please," Mizuki ordered.
"Coming right up," Teuchi replied.
After sitting down at the bar and waiting for five minutes, Mizuki finally had his dinner. As he devoured the ramen, Teuchi leaned over the bar with a confident smile.
"So, how is it, kid? Not bad, huh?" Teuchi asked.
Mizuki was too busy stuffing his face to respond immediately. After finishing the entire bowl, he chugged the broth, not letting a single drop go to waste. Placing the empty bowl down, he let out a satisfied sigh and patted his belly.
"That is the best ramen I have ever had, Uncle. How much do I owe you?" Mizuki asked.
"On the house," Teuchi said with a warm smile.
"Really? Thanks, Uncle," Mizuki replied gratefully.
After chatting with Teuchi for a bit longer, Mizuki left Ichiraku and headed home. Ten minutes later, he arrived at his apartment and got into bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"Do I have to go to the academy tomorrow? So troublesome. I just want to sleep," Mizuki muttered to himself.
"Hope I can wake up on time," he added before slowly drifting into a deep sleep, waiting for the new day to come.
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