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Naruto: The Will of the Ninja King

Capítulo 1: The Awakening of Haki

In the world of Naruto, on the outskirts of Konoha, just behind the imposing Hokage Rock, stands a forest of trees that seem to touch the sky. The sunset bathes the mountain in its golden light, creating an atmosphere of peace.

But something breaks this calm. Among the wooden giants, a youthful silhouette stands still. His hands dance in front of his chest, forming seal symbols.

"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"

Puff!

A cloud of white smoke explodes in the air and, as if by magic, an exact double of the young man appears.

Without losing a second, he moved his hands again and shouted.

"Body Replacement Jutsu!"

Another explosion of smoke and...

Zap!

Where the boy was before, now there's only a piece of wood.

"It seems I was successful, the Three Bodies Technique has been preliminarily mastered, the more I train, the better I'll be able to do it."

This young figure, who appears to be between seven and eight years old, is a boy named Wyatt.

Despite his young age, his face reflects a smile of satisfaction and a flash of maturity unusual for a child his age.

He is not originally from this world. He has been living in this ninja universe for several years.

This world is divided into five great countries, each with its own hidden ninja village. In these villages, shinobi practice all kinds of amazing and strange ninjutsu.

Indeed, Wyatt finds himself in the world of Naruto. Although in his previous life he wasn't a die-hard anime fan, he had always fantasized about learning ninjutsu.

However, upon arriving in this world, he quickly discovered that reality was much harsher and more dangerous than he could have ever imagined.

The most surprising thing for him was to discover that he hadn't arrived in the era of Naruto Uzumaki, the famous "child of prophecy". Instead, he found himself in an earlier, much more turbulent and less known period.

At this moment in history, only a few years have passed since the tragic death of the Second Hokage.

Hiruzen Sarutobi, newly appointed as the Third Hokage, has not yet earned his nickname of "The Professor". The legendary Sannin - Jiraiya, Tsunade, and Orochimaru - are still young unknown ninjas, far from the fame they will achieve in the future.

Meanwhile, Minato Namikaze, who will later be known as the "Yellow Flash of Konoha" and will become the Fourth Hokage, is just a student at the Ninja Academy. The Hyuga brothers, Hiashi and Hizashi, have just graduated from the academy, beginning their careers as genin.

If his calculations are correct, the current timeline is approximately one or two years before the start of the Second World War. Although the war has not yet broken out, tensions between ninja villages are at their peak.

He can't remember exactly the precise date when the conflict will begin. It could be today, tomorrow, or at any moment.

This uncertainty keeps him in a constant state of alert, aware that when war breaks out, a small child like him is cannon fodder.

The situation in Konoha is especially precarious. After the death of the Second Hokage, the village has been seriously weakened, both in military strength and morale.

Other ninja villages perceive this weakness and look at Konoha with greed, seeking any opportunity to attack.

His assertion of being cannon fodder goes beyond his individual strength; it's based primarily on his identity and circumstances.

In the ninja world, besides the five main large villages, there are numerous smaller and less known ninja villages. These minor villages constantly struggle for resources and recognition.

Wyatt's home village was one of these small communities. Tragically, just three months ago, his village was practically annihilated due to a dispute over resources. Only a handful of inhabitants, including him, survived.

During the attack, he was on the verge of suffering serious or even fatal injuries, but his salvation came in the form of a Konoha ninja, who rescued him at the last moment, saving his life.

After the incident, the Leaf Village showed compassion by providing shelter to the survivors.

Konoha reserved a special area in a corner of the village to accommodate refugees from other destroyed communities.

During the settlement process, it was discovered that Wyatt possessed some talent for ninja arts. This aptitude earned him the opportunity to enter Konoha's Ninja Academy, a privilege that many refugees did not receive.

However, he was aware that this "privilege" comes with a price. He knows that, by becoming a Konoha ninja, sooner or later he will have to repay the favor the village has done for him.

In times of peace, this could simply mean serving the village on missions. But with war on the horizon, he understands that his duty could take him to the front lines of battle.

Konoha, like all ninja villages, needs soldiers willing to fight and, if necessary, die for their cause. In such turbulent times, it's not unusual for even teenagers to be sent to war, and he, as a refugee and new member of the village, feels he will be one of the first to be sent to the front.

Moreover, he is painfully aware of his limitations. He doesn't possess any Kekkei Genkai that makes him especially valuable. His ninja talent, although sufficient to enter the academy, is considered average at best.

He's not a prodigy, but he's not considered a lost cause either.

Despite this gloomy outlook, or perhaps because of it, he has dedicated himself fervently to his training since entering the Academy.

"Forget it, I'll keep training."

Raising his eyes to the sky. The twilight still persisted, but night was rapidly approaching. He let out a sigh and shook his head.

With determined steps, he approached a wooden stake stuck in the ground.

It wasn't just any stake; its surface was marked by countless dents and scratches.

"I'm not a genius," he muttered, running his fingers over the marks on the wood. "But I can be as stubborn as it is."

He didn't have the innate abilities of ninja prodigies, nor a powerful lineage that gave him an advantage. All he had was his determination and the certainty that this was his second chance.

And he wasn't going to waste it...

Looking at his bandaged hands and feet, proof of the long hours of training. Taking a deep breath, filling his lungs with fresh air, he prepared himself.

With a muffled cry, he launched a side kick. His foot found the familiar groove in the stake, the impact reverberating throughout his body.

"One!" he shouted.

Another kick. "Two!"

And so he continued, over and over. "...thirty-five...!"

Sweat began to fall like a fine rain, soaking his clothes and making his grip on the stake increasingly slippery.

But he didn't stop. He gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain spreading through his legs.

In this secluded corner of the forest, there was no one to cheer him on, no one to push him to continue. Just him and his will.

The minutes dragged on like hours. After what seemed like an eternity, he felt his legs were about to give out.

"Half an hour," he panted, finally stopping and falling to the ground.

Staying lying on the ground for just a moment longer. With a grunt, he got to his feet, staggering slightly.

"Come on," he said to himself, patting his cheeks to clear his head. "The arms aren't going to train themselves."

He planted himself in front of the wooden stake,

"A thousand hits!" he shouted, and launched himself against the wood.

His knuckles impacted against the stake over and over. At first, he counted out loud, but soon his voice was lost in the steady rhythm of the blows.

When he reached a thousand, his knuckles were burning. But there was no time for pain.

"A thousand uppercuts!"

His arms moved like pistons, throwing punches upward against an imaginary enemy.

As he progressed, each movement became more difficult. His arms felt like lead, but he refused to stop. "Five hundred... more..." he gasped.

"Five hundred elbow strikes!"

This time, he attacked the stake with his elbows. Each impact sent a jolt of pain through his arm, but he gritted his teeth and continued.

Finally, with one last weak elbow strike, he completed his training.

"Sigh!"

His legs finally gave out and he collapsed onto the cool grass.

With great effort, he turned his head to look at the sky. Night had fallen completely, and the firmament stretched above him like a black velvet mantle sprinkled with bright diamonds.

The stars twinkled, as if winking at him in approval of his hard work.

"Wow," he murmured, with a tired smile on his sweaty face. "What beauty."

For a moment, he allowed himself to get lost in the vastness of the night sky, forgetting for an instant the pain in his muscles, the danger lurking in the future, the looming war.

But reality soon settled in again. "If it weren't for the hard times, I could enjoy this more,"

Suddenly, a metallic and monotonous voice resonated in his mind, cutting through the silence of the night.

[Ding. The host has trained to near death. The system spirit has a premonition. The God-level Pirate Treasure Chest System is bound.]

Wyatt blinked, confused.

Was... exhaustion playing tricks on him?

Before he could process what was happening, the robotic voice continued.

[The binding has been successfully completed. Congratulations to Host for becoming the master of the God-level Great Pirate System. As this is our first encounter, you will be rewarded with a Great Gift Package. Please confirm to receive it.]

"???" Wyatt gaped, his mind struggling to comprehend what was happening.

For a moment, he considered the possibility that all this was a hallucination product of extreme fatigue. However, a spark of hope lit up in his chest.

What if it were real? What if... this was the opportunity he had been waiting for?

With an effort, he sat up, ignoring the pain that shot through every inch of his body.

His heart was pounding, a mixture of fear and excitement running through his veins.

"I confirm!"

The instant the words left his mouth, the air in front of him seemed to distort.

With a...

Pfff!

A golden Treasure chest, like that of pirates, materialized out of nowhere, suspended in the air at eye level.

The chest was a work of art in itself. Its golden surface shone, with intricate engravings of pirates and Krakens seeming to come to life with each flash.

The lock, in the shape of a skull with ruby eyes, seemed to stare at him fixedly, challenging him to open it.

Wyatt held his breath, his body trembling not now from fatigue, but from pure and uncontainable emotion.

With trembling hands, he extended his fingers towards the chest. He could feel a strange energy emanating from it.

The moment he touched the lid, it opened without resistance. A burst of white light, so bright it seemed solid, sprang from inside the chest.

Wyatt couldn't help but cover his eyes, momentarily blinded by the glow.

When the light dissipated, he slowly lowered his arm, blinking to adjust his vision.

There, floating in the center of the open chest, was a golden card. Shining with its own light.

Staring at the golden card floating in the chest, his heart beating with anticipation and nervousness.

The robotic voice of the system resonated again, cold and emotionless.

[Conqueror's Haki Understanding Card. This card allows the Host to understand Conqueror's Haki. Confirm if you want to use it immediately.]

Although the voice was monotonous, the words sent a shiver of excitement down his spine.

His lips trembled as he responded.

"Yes!"

The moment the word left his mouth, the golden card began to vibrate. Its glow intensified until it became a blinding light that merged into his eyebrows.

Suddenly, an avalanche of information flooded his mind.

Knowledge about Conqueror's Haki, Armament Haki, and Observation Haki emerged in his consciousness like an unstoppable torrent.

It was as if an ocean of wisdom had been poured directly into his brain.

Wyatt gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation. It was as if every cell in his body was awakening, vibrating with new power and understanding.

He could feel the strength of Armament Haki strengthening his muscles, the sharpness of Observation Haki honing his senses, and the overwhelming power of Conqueror's Haki pulsing deep within his being.

He didn't know how long he spent immersed in this trance of knowledge. When he finally emerged, his body was trembling and his eyes were shining with a new light of understanding.

"It's... it's incredible," he murmured in amazement. "I've really discovered Conqueror's Haki."

Haki, a training system from the world of One Piece, was now part of him. It was a power that rivaled the ninjutsu of this world, perhaps even surpassing it in some aspects.

"I can understand Armament Haki and Observation Haki," he reflected, "but Conqueror's Haki... that's something completely different."

Conqueror's Haki was legendary, possessed by only one in millions. It was the power of kings, of natural leaders, of those destined to change the world.

"Do I... have the aura of a king?" The question came out in a whisper, laden with awe and a hint of fear.