Chapter 1

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Everything felt numb. My mind was blank for a while. My eyes flutter open but immediately close to adjust to the light. A small groan slips past my lips as I slowly sit up and open my eyes. I look around and flinch when I see a middle aged looking woman sitting beside me. A warm yellow coloured robe was wrapped around her body with a wide black belt on her waist. Not only was her clothing strange and to add to it, she was bald.

She was staring at me while I scanned her appearance before looking into her eyes. "Finally you're awake.." she spoke, her voice was calm but I tilt my head not understanding anything she said. She smiles and hands me a beads bracelet. I look at it confused, each bead holding a unique symbol. I look at her again to see her motioning me to wear it. I hesitantly slip it around my wrist.

"Isn't that better" she says calmly again but this time I understood what she said. "How...?" I say but my eyes widen as I find myself speaking in a strange language. She smiles at me and says "those are prayer beads of Saraswati that allow the user to understand and speak the language of people they are talking to".

I look at her in curiosity then at the bracelet. I gulp and try to speak but all that came out of my mouth was choughs. She hands me a glass of water. I take it and gulp it down, some dripping down my chin. I blush in embarassment and wipe my lips with the rather dirty sleeves of my top.

"Sorry.... Where am I?" I say looking at the woman. "You're in Kamar Taj, a temple in Kathmandu, Nepal. You, my dear, have been unconscious for a few days now. There was a sudden flash of intense power and it vanished within a minute. I sent out a few monks to where I felt the energy had radiated from, and they found you in quite the beaten up state." She explained.

I look down at my lap trying to recall how I must have ended up there. Then it all came crashing.... The war... Naruto... Neji. My eyes widen, I look up at the woman again but wasn't able to say anything. I pull my knees to my chest, pressing my head onto my knees. I try to figure out how I must have ended up her but there were many other thoughts in my mind making me huff out a breath.

How did I even come here? Naruto-kun needs me. How do I get back? Did Neji survive that attack? Will I ever be able to get back home?

I run my fingers through my hair and ask the woman who seemed to be looking at me with... Sympathy? "Who are you?". She gives a calm smile before saying "I go by many names. The Master, High Lama, The Mystic... But you may call me The Ancient One" she gave a small bow.

I frown at the weird names but now my head they say "I'm Hinata Hyuga". She nods and keeps looking at me so I continue "I'm from the Elemental Nations. Why have you brought me here?". She nods again and says "Elemental Nations? Never heard of that place and to answer your question, the spark of power was too powerful and you still do radiate some kind of power. So I kept you here should you be the world conquering entiy 'cause if you are then well... You should be taken cared of".

I couldn't help but giggle and say "no I'm not of that type, I'm rather world peace type. I'm not sure how I ended up here. As far as I can recall, I was in the middle of a war. Is there any way I can get back home?" I ask with some hope but my face falls when she shakes her head as no. "I haven't heard of any place named Elemental Nations. It might be possible that it's in a complete different dimension, so sorry but I can't help".

I nod and she gets up to leave the room but not before showing me to the bathroom. My body was still sore and weak, my clothes dirty and not really in a good shape. I stare at the mirror for a while and slide down onto the floor. Tears flow down my eyes as I come to the conclusion that I might never be able to go home.

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Hello readers. Hope this wasn't too boring. This chapter is mostly inspired from the book named 'Naruto In Marvel Universe' by AngelicDemon01. Thank you for reading, do vote and comment.

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