Bab 3: Chapter 3: Metamorphosis
Wixx's mind flooded with all ubiquitous information.
Images and sensations crashed through his consciousness: the sudden shock of death, the disintegration of a soul, its abrupt reformation/integration, an unknown dimension, a powerful might that dragged his soul, consuming potent energy, dissipation of another soul and devouring it, the torment and anguish reflected in a child's eyes, the memory of a child with his beloved parent, the deaths of thousands of shinobi, the passing of the Fourth Hokage, the terrifying attack of the Nine-Tails Fox, and devouring the remnant energy of the beast.
"Wait…Shinobi, Fourth Hokage, and Nine-Tailed Fox!?" Wixx shouted in confusion, his voice a mix of disbelief and shock.
Raijin Sarutobi…4 years of age…Sarutobi Clan…Konohagakure… The connections began to form, but the overwhelming torrent of information made it hard to grasp. His mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of a puzzle that seemed to involve much more than he had anticipated.
The intensity of the torrent was too much. Suddenly, Wixx was jolted by an influx of thoughts. A sudden startled made him tip forward, especially because he tried to stand up quickly in reaction.
"Takeshi and Mikako…"
The names slipped from his lips in a soft, broken whisper.
A moment of quiet confusion followed before the weight of the memories hit him.
Tears began to flow from his eyes, streaking down his cherubic cheeks. The realization settled in like a heavy fog, and the memories of his late parents—Takeshi and Mikako—came rushing back. The shock, the pain, the loss… all of it was there, clear as day.
Wixx wiped off his tears closing his red puffy eyes. He reached for a nearby cloth to wipe his nose, his hands trembling slightly.
Slowly, he rose to his feet, as if every movement was an effort. With a quiet, almost mechanical step, he walked toward the window. Outside the window, the devastating destruction dyed two-fifths of the village in crimson color, the air thick with the scent of smoke, ruin, and blood.
He stood there, silent, his gaze fixed on the chaos outside. His breathing grew shallow and irregular, each gasps a broken rhythm, as though his very body was struggling to keep time with the world around him. His lungs forgot their rhythm, stuttering like an engine running on empty.
The dust motes danced in the single beam of light that managed to filter through the window, casting a muted glow across the room.
It was dawn—an almost cruel irony as if the world was waking up to the horror of what had happened.
Breath In…Breath Out… Breath In…Breath Out… He focused on the rhythm of his breath, trying to steady himself and reclaim control over the whirlwind inside him.
He muttered quietly to himself, his voice barely audible, "I wonder if Ana is worried about me. She's going to be so angry when she sees me next..."
The thought of the bonds he had left behind caused a sharp pang in his chest. Closing his eyes, Wixx tried to process the flood of information that had invaded his mind, each new piece of knowledge scarred into his memory.
'Naruto's World, huh' he mused, 'I'm glad Evan made me read the manga and watch the anime while I was in the hospital bed. Incompetent as he was, I hope he survives the explosion.'
Wixx darted his eyes around the room. His eyes locked on a mirror beside the window hanging right beneath a ninja medical kit; this ninja medical kit was a must to have in a shinobi home.
Wixx carefully climbed onto a folded mattress, trying to reach the mirror. He failed twice, his small frame struggling against the height. With growing frustration, he stacked anything that could hold his weight—pillows, books, anything nearby—and finally managed to grab the mirror.
Once he had it in hand, Wixx descended from his makeshift tower of mattresses and carefully placed everything back in its place, making sure not to disturb the order. He left the mattress as it had been, but now, with the mirror in hand, he placed it against the wall beneath the window.
Sitting down in front of it, Wixx stared at his reflection. The face staring back at him was strangely unfamiliar. It was a face marked by loss, a face that was no longer entirely his own. The features belonged to Raijin – typically small and delicate, with short, spiky black hair and soft cheeks. His big, deep brown eyes, still wide with wonder, seemed to take in everything around them. His skin, smooth and rosy, still held the glow of childhood innocence. It was a face untouched by time... a child's face.
Raijin's traditional shinobi costume, white and simple, clung to his small frame, featuring a dark blue jacket.
"I look like a 4-year-old kid," Wixx murmured, his voice a quiet reflection of the realization. "This cruel world can even shape a delicate-looking child into a full-fledged shinobi."
A heavy sigh escaped him. He looked around the room, his eyes landing on a family photo placed on the table. His heart clenched as his gaze fixed on it.
He reached out to grab the family photo. The family photo sat on the table is set in a simple, wooden frame, slightly worn but polished to a soft gleam. In it, Takashi and Mikako stood together with Raijin, captured in a moment of happiness. The love and joy that radiated from their faces felt like a distant memory now.
His heart ached, knowing he would never again experience the unconditional love that once enveloped him. It was a love that now existed only in his memories—memories of Raijin's past.
A solemn silence hung in the air as Wixx spoke, his voice barely a whisper. "Rest in peace..." he paused for a brief second, his words thick with emotion. "Mother... and Father."
Wixx could feel it—a deep, gnawing emptiness. Raijin's memories of his parents—of the love they had shared—were not his own, yet they reached deep within Wixx. He couldn't simply abandon them, not when they were etched into his soul.
The memory of the child with his parents truly gave Wixx the paternal love that he never got to experience in his previous life. He grew up with his Uncle and Aunt's care, though, the care was sufficient enough, love was what he internally craved. Ultimately, from Raijin's memory, Wixx had caught a glimpse of that love, even if only briefly. It was a gift, fleeting as it was, and one that he would never take for granted.
He immediately stood up and went to light incense to pay homage to his deceased parents.
With a quiet determination, Wixx stood up and moved to light incense—an offering to honor Raijin's parents. As his hands reached for the incense holder, he was struck by an odd sensation. It was as if a part of him knew where everything was like an innate ability had taken root. His fingers brushed over objects with an ease and precision that surprised him—he seemed to know exactly where everything was in the room as if Raijin's memories and instincts were guiding him.
The sensation was fleeting, but it was undeniable. Each item he touched felt like it belonged to him as if his mind and body had absorbed Raijin's surroundings in some way.
Wixx lit the incense, watching as the smoke curled in the air, filling the room with a calming scent. He offered a brief prayer in silence, a small tribute to the parents whose love had become a part of him, even if only through memory.
He stood there for a moment, feeling the weight of the moment, before turning to wash his face and rinse his mouth. The cool water against his skin was a small comfort, grounding him after the wave of emotion.
As he dried his face, Wixx's thoughts turned inward, the questions swirling in his mind.
Why had his soul been able to integrate into a different dimension? Why could he retain the memories of his past life while taking on the memories of someone else?
These questions swirled around in his mind, but a sobering realization settled in. It was nothing more than useless curiosity because he likely wouldn't have a conclusion near to the actual truth.
"My soul was able to devour massive energy at that unknown dimension," he thought, "and yet it was also able to devour all those scattered Nine-Tail's Chakra in Konoha. Was it because my soul was in a weakened state due to disintegration?"
The more he considered it, the more questions emerged. "If the devouring of unknown energies was meant to mend my soul after its disintegration, then what about the Nine-Tail's Chakra?"
It was a paradox, one that felt completely illogical. How could a soul, weakened and fragmented, not only absorb foreign energies to heal itself but also consume the immense power of the Nine-Tails chakra?
Wixx knew that those scattered chakras would later be collected and sealed in another child making that child pseudo-jinchuriki. But by devouring them, Wixx had changed that future—perhaps irrevocably.
'Well, the pseudo-jinchuriki was able to manifest four tails in anime, I hope that doesn't happen to me.' The thought was enough to make his stomach tighten. He didn't want to become some unstable, uncontrollable force, a host for the Nine-Tails' chakra.
'Soul devouring the chakra and energies…. that...no, this is peculiar.'
Unbeknownst to Wixx, the chakra and those energies devoured by his soul were beneficial to him. The immense energies from the unknown dimension were intended to help his soul integrate and heal, but not all of it was meant to be absorbed by a single soul.
Had his soul been reborn in the body of an infant, these energies would have slowly transformed the child's body, imbuing it with strength beyond comprehension. But that strength would have been foreign to the infant's fragile form. No matter how much time passed, the infant's body would not be able to fully harness the power, leaving it dormant, perhaps for an eternity, unlike the Chakras from God Tree in this world.
On the other hand, the violent nature of the Nine-Tails Chakra without a powerful seal would likely cause the child to die. This was the reason why the Fourth Hokage had sealed the Nine-Tails' Yin Chakra away from the Yang Chakra, and then sealed the Yang Chakra into a newborn, using a powerful seal to keep the energy under control.
But Wixx's case was far more complicated. His soul, carrying both otherworldly energies and the Nine-Tails' Yin-Yang Chakra, was now housed in the body of a mere four-year-old child.
It was insanity.
Oblivious to this, he focused on his current situation. He was now a young Sarutobi Raijin.
[A/N: This is my first writing. Please forgive me for my shortcomings. Criticisms are welcomed as long as it is constructive. And ENJOY!]
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