บท 3: Chapter 3: Awakening in a New World
Zaky opened his eyes again, the world around him a blur of colors and shapes. He blinked, trying to shake off the remnants of unconsciousness, and slowly, the landscape came into focus. He was lying on a grassy hill, soft blades brushing against his skin. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the serene scene, and the air smelled fresh, tinged with the fragrance of blooming flowers.
He pushed himself up, the sunlight illuminating the details of his surroundings. This time, the vibrant colors felt more vivid than before, as if he were seeing everything through a fresh lens. In the distance, the gentle babbling of a stream accompanied the chirping of birds, creating a peaceful symphony that calmed his racing heart.
But as he took in the idyllic scenery, memories flooded back—the truck, the panic, the suffocating darkness. Zaky's heart raced as he recalled the terror of that moment, but then it was replaced by a wave of calm. He had died and returned, again.
"No more of this," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "This can't keep happening. What kind of world is this?"
Rising to his feet, he glanced around. The rolling hills stretched endlessly, dotted with trees that seemed to whisper secrets in the breeze. A few puffy white clouds floated lazily across the cerulean sky. It was picturesque, almost too perfect. Zaky felt a strange sense of longing, as if he had stepped into the very pages of a storybook he had always wanted to read.
Taking a deep breath, he remembered the voice that had guided him—a presence that felt both benevolent and mysterious. "You have been given another chance," it had said. The words resonated in his mind, a constant reminder of the path before him.
"I'm Urashiki Otsutsuki now," he said aloud, testing the name on his tongue. "I have powers and abilities that others can only dream of."
He clenched his fists, feeling the pulse of chakra flowing through him. It thrummed like a living thing, wild and untamed, waiting to be harnessed. Zaky closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on the energy coursing through him. The Otsutsuki were known for their extraordinary abilities, including manipulation of time and space.
"Maybe I can control this," he thought, visualizing the flow of chakra, feeling its warmth against his skin. He concentrated, summoning the energy within. It surged to the surface, responding to his will, but as he opened his eyes, he was met with an unsettling realization: he had no idea how to wield it.
"Let's start small," he murmured, a hint of determination in his voice. He took a step forward, feeling the ground beneath him, and concentrated on the grass beneath his feet. Slowly, he envisioned the energy enveloping the earth, urging it to respond to his command.
Nothing happened.
Frustration bubbled within him. "Come on! I'm supposed to be powerful!" he exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief. He took a deep breath to steady himself. "This is just like learning anything else. I need to practice."
Zaky glanced around, searching for something—anything—that could help him test his abilities. His gaze fell upon a nearby tree, its trunk thick and sturdy. "If I can't move the grass, let's see if I can do something with a bit more mass," he thought.
With renewed resolve, he approached the tree, placing his hand against its rough bark. He closed his eyes again, channeling his chakra into the wood. The energy flowed, a warm current that he tried to guide deeper into the tree. He imagined it intertwining with the very fibers of the plant, seeking to draw it forth, to make it bend to his will.
"Bend for me!" he commanded, focusing all his energy. For a fleeting moment, he felt the tree respond, but as he opened his eyes, he saw it standing tall and unyielding, unchanged.
"Why is this so difficult?" he groaned, frustration creeping in once more. "Am I really as weak as I feared?"
He sank to his knees, resting his forehead against the cool earth. The world around him was teeming with life, but he felt helpless, isolated in his inability to connect with it. Memories of his past life resurfaced—how he had wished for greatness, how he had envied the characters who wielded power without hesitation.
"Maybe I should have trained harder," he whispered, a twinge of regret creeping back into his heart. "I've wasted so much time on fantasies instead of working to improve myself."
As he sat there, lost in thought, a rustle in the bushes nearby snapped him back to reality. Zaky glanced up, heart racing, and prepared for whatever might emerge. To his surprise, it was the same small creature he had encountered earlier, the furry animal with oversized ears and wide, curious eyes.
"Hey there," Zaky said, forcing a smile despite his frustration. "I guess even you know how to survive in this world." The creature tilted its head, seemingly intrigued by him, and in that moment, Zaky felt a flicker of connection. Perhaps he was not as alone as he had thought.
With a gentle laugh, he reached out a hand, allowing the creature to sniff him again. "What's your name, little one?" he asked, though he knew it was silly to expect an answer. The creature hopped closer, nuzzling against his palm, and he felt a warmth spread through him.
"Maybe I should call you Chibi," he decided, remembering the term he had heard in anime, a term of endearment often used for small and cute things. "Chibi it is!"
For the first time since his awakening, Zaky felt a hint of joy. With Chibi by his side, he stood again, wiping dirt from his knees and taking in the beauty of his surroundings. Maybe this world wasn't just a challenge—it was also a chance for new beginnings.
As he walked further into the clearing, Zaky found himself mulling over the implications of his situation. He was Urashiki Otsutsuki, a character steeped in a legacy of power and darkness, but he could also shape his path. He could learn from the Otsutsuki, but he could also choose to be different.
"Maybe I don't have to embrace the darkness," he whispered to himself, glancing down at Chibi, who was bouncing happily beside him. "I can carve my own path."
The sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in deep shades of purple and pink. It was breathtaking, a beautiful reminder that endings could lead to new beginnings. Zaky knew he would have to work hard to master his abilities, but the thought of embarking on that journey filled him with excitement.
Chibi paused beside him, sniffing the air, and Zaky smiled at the creature's curiosity. "What do you say, Chibi?" he asked, his voice light. "Shall we explore this new world together?"
With newfound determination, Zaky began to walk, ready to face whatever lay ahead. He felt empowered by the thought of learning and growing, of forging connections and embracing his identity. This world was vast and full of possibilities, and he intended to uncover every one of them.
As he ventured deeper into the heart of the Naruto universe, Zaky could feel the threads of fate weaving around him, a tapestry rich with potential. He was no longer just a fan; he was a participant in a story that was uniquely his own. No more regrets. No more hesitation.
"I'm ready," he declared softly, looking ahead with a spark of hope igniting in his chest. "Let's see what this world has to offer."
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