บท 2: Chapter 2: Truck-kun Strikes Again
Zaky blinked as the world around him settled into focus. Gone were the sterile walls of his office, the buzzing fluorescent lights, and the weight of a mundane life. Instead, he found himself in a lush, vibrant landscape filled with towering trees, rolling hills, and a breathtaking sky painted in hues of orange and lavender. The air buzzed with the faint hum of chakra, a tangible energy that danced at the edges of his awareness.
He stood in the body of Urashiki Otsutsuki, and as he flexed his fingers, he could feel an electric surge of power flowing through him. The sensations were intoxicating, and he felt an unfamiliar thrill coursing through his veins. Memories that weren't his own swirled in his mind—fragments of battles, the taste of victory, and the bitter sting of defeat. He was no longer just Zaky; he was a being of immense power, destined to shape the fate of this world.
Zaky took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of excitement and anxiety within him. The vastness of this new reality overwhelmed him, and for a moment, doubt crept into his heart. Would he be able to navigate this world as Urashiki? Would he live up to the expectations of a character he had only ever observed from afar?
As he gathered his thoughts, a rustling in the bushes nearby caught his attention. Zaky turned sharply, his instincts heightened. He remembered how powerful Urashiki was; he could sense the chakra of others, and the life force around him seemed to pulse with energy.
"Is anyone there?" he called out, trying to project confidence he didn't fully feel. The sound of rustling grew louder, and then, to his surprise, a small creature bounded into view.
It was a furry animal resembling a cross between a rabbit and a squirrel, with oversized ears and wide, curious eyes. Zaky couldn't help but smile. "Well, at least I'm not completely alone," he thought, kneeling down to observe the creature. It twitched its nose and stared at him, seemingly unafraid.
For a moment, he allowed himself to indulge in the novelty of this new existence. In this world, he could embrace his inner child and enjoy the whimsy he had always yearned for. He reached out a hand, and the creature sniffed cautiously before inching closer, nuzzling against his palm.
Just then, a realization struck him—this was the first moment he had to interact with the world outside of his own mind. Zaky laughed softly, feeling a spark of joy. "I need to explore," he thought. "I need to understand this place."
Pushing himself to his feet, Zaky glanced around, taking in the sprawling expanse before him. The Naruto world was alive, pulsing with vibrant colors and sounds. The distant echoes of laughter, the clang of metal, and the rush of water from nearby streams filled the air.
With determination ignited in his heart, Zaky took a step forward. He felt the ground beneath him—soft grass and fertile earth—and he took another step, then another. As he moved, he marveled at the way the landscape seemed to stretch endlessly before him.
But a nagging thought lingered in the back of his mind. The weight of responsibility hung over him like a dark cloud. He remembered the voice from before—the guide of fate—and its warning about the choices he would have to make. Would he truly embrace his villainous side? Or would he seek redemption for the regrets of his past life?
Lost in contemplation, Zaky wandered deeper into the woods, allowing his instincts to guide him. After what felt like hours of wandering, he stumbled upon a small clearing bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. The air was thick with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the sound of a nearby stream added a soothing backdrop.
He found a large rock and sat down, taking a moment to breathe deeply and absorb the beauty around him. This world was incredible. The vibrant colors, the scents, the very essence of life felt richer than anything he had ever experienced on Earth.
But with each breath, the weight of his choices pressed harder against his chest. He recalled the stories of the Otsutsuki clan, the alien beings who traversed dimensions to harvest chakra. They were formidable, feared, and often misunderstood. Zaky realized that while he had admired their power, he had never truly considered the consequences of their actions.
"What kind of villain do I want to be?" he whispered to himself. "What if I follow in their footsteps? What if I become a monster?"
His heart raced at the thought, and he clenched his fists in frustration. He didn't want to be just another villain. He didn't want to end up like Kaguya, consumed by power and ultimately alone. He longed for connection, for purpose, but the path before him seemed paved with darkness.
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, Zaky stood and began to pace, wrestling with the doubts in his mind. He felt the ground tremble slightly beneath his feet—a subtle shift that made him stop in his tracks.
Suddenly, a familiar, unsettling rumble echoed through the clearing. Zaky's heart dropped. No way. Not again. The sense of impending doom enveloped him like a shroud.
Before he could react, the underbrush around him began to shake violently. "No, no, no!" he yelled, realizing what was happening. Just as he had felt the thrill of his new life, he now felt a chilling sense of déjà vu.
In a blink, a truck barreled into the clearing—an impossibility in this world, yet a grotesque mockery of fate. Truck-kun had followed him here.
Time slowed as he watched the truck careen toward him, its headlights glaring like a harbinger of death. "Why?!" Zaky shouted, panic flooding his veins. "I just got here!"
He turned to run, but the ground shifted beneath him, sending him tumbling to the ground. As he hit the earth, a sharp pain shot through his body. The last thing he saw was the front of the truck speeding toward him, its metal frame glinting ominously in the waning sunlight.
And then—darkness.
When Zaky awoke this time, he felt an aching familiarity, like the heavy blanket of déjà vu pressing down on him. He blinked, the world around him shimmering in and out of focus. The vibrant landscape had returned, but this time, the colors felt muted, almost surreal.
"Was it a dream?" he murmured, bewildered by the sensation of having once again returned to this strange realm. "Or am I just doomed to repeat this?"
The voice echoed in his mind. "You have been given another chance," it said, softer this time, almost reassuring. "But the choices you make will still shape your fate."
Zaky sat up, shaking off the disorientation. He had to make a decision—a real one this time. Would he embrace his newfound powers and fully immerse himself in the world as Urashiki? Or would he step back, reevaluate, and strive to find a path that didn't lead to ruin?
The realization settled in: he was not just a pawn in this game; he was a player. The world was alive with possibility, and he could shape it. But to do so, he needed to confront his fears and embrace his identity.
With a deep breath, Zaky stood, feeling the ground beneath him, firm and unyielding. He looked toward the horizon, the sun setting into a brilliant array of colors, casting a golden glow over everything. "This time, I won't run away," he vowed, determination hardening in his heart. "I'll make my own destiny."
And with that, Zaky set off, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. No more running. No more regrets. This was his story now, and he would write it as he saw fit.
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