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Naruto: A Twisted tale

Bab 1: Chapter 1: "Awakening on the Abandoned Isle"

'Urgghh'

A boy slowly regains consciousness, his vision blurry as he groggily awakens on the sandy shore of the mysterious island. The distant sound of waves crashing against the shore echoes in his ears.

"Argh, my head hurts so much… I don't even drink. What happened?"

Holding his head with one hand while supporting his other hand on the ground, he struggles to stand up. The soft sand beneath his fingertips is cool, and he can feel the gentle touch of the sea breeze. The tang of salt in the air clears his mind somewhat, as if nature itself is nudging him awake.

Feeling the fresh air surrounding him, he starts to sober up. Taking a cautious step, he realizes, "Damn, I am wet… Wait, I am wet???" His clothes cling uncomfortably to his skin, and a shiver runs down his spine. The realization strikes him - he's stranded on a deserted island.

He is shocked awake and starts to examine himself and the surroundings. The island, surrounded by dense foliage and an air of mystery, appears to be untouched by civilization. The turquoise waters extend endlessly, their rhythmic crashing against the shore creating a symphony that both calms and unnerves him.

"What the heck??? Where am I? Who am I? No, wait... I know my name is Smoke, but this is not my body…" His sense of self seems to waver, like a foggy memory just beyond reach.

He panics, looking around, and finds himself stranded ashore with no boat in sight. Looking back, there seems to be a lush forest, and distant animal roars can be heard, adding a layer of wild uncertainty to the scene.

"Man, seriously, what the heck is happening? I would be grateful if someone provided me with answers right about now." He mutters to himself, hoping for some sort of response from the mysterious island.

As if hearing his prayer, he hears a sound.

DING

[Loading system…. 10%... 30%... 50%...] The system's initialization sound resonates through the air, adding an artificial beat to the natural symphony of the island.

"Pirate's Legacy System" has been loaded.

"System??"

PLS: [Yes, Host?]

Smoke: WTF????

PLS: …

PLS: {It seems the host is confused about the current condition?]

Smoke: Heck yeah, I am!!!!!

PLS: {Please, host, calm down. Stressing won't solve your problem.}

Smoke: I mean, it would not, but any human would stress if he encounters such a situation?

PLS: [I wouldn't know, host, as I am not human.]

Smoke: …..

Smoke: Then what are you?

PLS: {"Pirate's Legacy System," I thought I introduced myself.}

Smoke: THAT'S NOT THE POINT….

Smoke: Explain to me what is happening here??

PLS: [According to my info, I think the host has already figured out what is happening; it is just refusing to accept it.]

PLS: [As you have figured out, you have transmigrated to another world.]

Smoke: Which world??

PLS: [No idea… I just regained consciousness and am still trying to figure out where we are.]

Smoke: Okay... So, what's your function?

PLS: {"Pirate's Legacy System," as the name suggests, I am a system that carries the legacy of the pirate world.]

Smoke: Pirate world??

PLS: [According to the host, it's called One Piece World.]

Smoke: ONE PIECE??? Then are we in One Piece? That is a hell-level world.

Smoke: I mean watching is fine, but being in it is an entirely different matter.

PLS: [Don't worry, host. With me here, you can survive easily.]

Smoke: I guess… So, what's next??

Smoke takes a deep breath, steadying himself. The waves continue their rhythmic dance, and the system's initialization is complete. The island stands as an enigmatic stage for the unfolding adventure, and Smoke can't help but feel a mix of trepidation and excitement as he contemplates what lies ahead.

The lush forest beckons and the distant roars echo a challenge that he is yet to comprehend. With a newfound resolve, Smoke gazes at the horizon, his eyes reflecting the uncertainty of his situation, yet burning with the determination to unravel the mysteries of this One Piece World.

The system, silent for a moment, finally responds:

PLS: [Next, host, we explore the island. There might be more than meets the eye.]

As Smoke ventures into uncharted territory, the sound of the waves fades into the background, replaced by the rustle of leaves and the mysterious hum of an island awaiting discovery. The sun casts long shadows, and with each step, Smoke moves forward, stepping into a world where the line between reality and adventure blurs.