After a cosmic event disrupts Earth's technology, a passionate VR gamer is tragically electrocuted and killed during an immersive gaming session. Her soul, unexpectedly thrust into the afterlife, finds itself in a strange, ethereal room where others...
Akira's first sensation was the cool, damp air brushing against her skin.
She blinked; her vision hazy as she slowly sat up. The bright, ethereal white room from before was gone, replaced by something entirely different, something darker, ancient, and forgotten. Akira's hand pressed against rough stone beneath her, a far cry from the surreal smoothness of the afterlife.
Where am I?
Her heart raced as her surroundings came into focus. She stood in the middle of what seemed to be an abandoned village. Stone houses, some crumbled with age, lined the narrow street she found herself on. Dust and overgrown vines claimed every inch of the area, making it seem like this place had been forgotten for centuries. The silence was eerie, no sounds of birds, no rustling of leaves, just... stillness.
"This is the world of Naruto," Akira whispered to herself, her voice sounding strange in the emptiness. She touched her chest, her heartbeat steady, her breath slow and controlled. Her mind raced with the enormity of what was happening. I'm really here. I was actually reincarnated.
Looking down at her body, she realized she wasn't wearing her familiar clothes anymore. Instead, she now donned a dark gray shinobi uniform with light armor padding around her chest, arms, and legs. Simple, efficient, like a seasoned ninja's outfit. Her fingers brushed over a strange emblem embroidered on her chest, a swirling pattern with wind-like marks, something she had never seen before.
"Is this... my clan symbol?" she muttered, her hand tracing the design thoughtfully.
Suddenly, a soft sound echoed in her mind, a voice, not unlike the ones she heard in the afterlife.
"Everything you need is here," the female voice from the afterlife whispered in her thoughts. "This is the hidden village of your clan, the Kazane Clan. You are the last surviving member, and the village has been prepared for your arrival. Use what you find wisely, and forge your own path from here."
Akira stood up, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. Kazane Clan? She vaguely remembered hearing those words back in the white room, but now it made more sense. Not only had the two beings reincarnated her into this world, but they had created a backstory for her, a whole identity.
She took a deep breath and began walking down the empty street, her footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. The houses were old, most falling apart, but they weren't just any houses. They were once homes to people, her supposed clan. My clan...
She approached the largest structure in the village, an old but still intact building that looked like it once served as the central hall. Stepping inside, she was greeted by a wave of memories that weren't hers. She could feel the presence of something deeper, a forgotten history embedded in the very stone.
There were scrolls on the walls and shelves filled with old books and weapons. Everything felt prepared, as if waiting for someone to finally return. Akira's gaze caught on an old journal resting on a table, its cover worn but still legible. Her fingers brushed over it before flipping it open.
The first page had her name written on it: Akira Kazane.
Her breath hitched.
This can't be real. But it was.
She continued reading, and the pages told a story, the backstory that had been crafted for her, a legacy she now had to carry.
The Kazane Clan
Once a small but mysterious clan, hidden in the shadows of the ninja world, the Kazane Clan possessed an enigmatic ability that intrigued and frightened the larger shinobi nations. While they lacked overt combat prowess, their power lay in something far more subtle, an unrivaled healing ability tied to their food. A Kazane clan member, even on the brink of death, could regenerate fully as long as they had a proper meal.
Though their abilities weren't suited for war, they were invaluable for long campaigns and survival. Many sought to exploit their powers, and thus, they were driven to extinction by those who desired control over their unique regenerative skill. The village was hidden away in the deep underworld, forgotten by time, waiting for its last heir.
Akira's hands trembled as she closed the journal. A healing clan... that regenerates with food? She thought back to the ability she had gained through the roulette. Creation. She could create anything physical, including food. It wasn't a coincidence. The beings had tied her power to this backstory, crafting a life for her where her abilities fit perfectly.
She stood up from the table, determination settling in her chest. This village, this identity, it was hers now. The Kazane Clan, even if fictional, had become part of her. And now, she had the tools to carve her own path in this world.
As she explored further into the building, she discovered that it was more than just an old hall. It had weapons, supplies, and scrolls filled with ancient jutsu. Most importantly, it contained a map, one that led from the hidden village to the surface world, to the lands of shinobi. She traced her fingers over the routes, recognizing some landmarks that pointed toward the Land of Fire.
Konoha.
Her pulse quickened. The world of Naruto was right beyond the borders of this forgotten place. She had a history now, a power tied to her identity. She wasn't just a random person thrown into a random world anymore. She was Akira Kazane of the Kazane Clan, the last of her kind.
Suddenly, her stomach growled. The corner of her lips quirked into a smile. She raised her hand, chakra swirling at her fingertips, feeling the strange but natural energy flow through her body. It was an instinct now, something deep in her being. Her Creation ability.
She focused her chakra and, with a small surge of power, conjured a meal before her, a simple bowl of rice and grilled fish. She could feel the energy radiating from it, the chakra she had infused into the food. It was more than just sustenance; it was life, healing, and power all wrapped into one.
Taking a bite, warmth spread through her body. Her mind cleared, and the exhaustion from the emotional whirlwind of her new life began to fade.
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She hadn't realized how worn down she felt until now. The meal restored her strength, and she understood now, this was the legacy of the Kazane Clan. Their meals weren't just food, they were life itself.
Akira stood at the entrance of the village, looking out at the long road ahead. The Kazane Clan was gone, but through her, its name would live on. And with the power of Creation at her fingertips, she would carve her own path in this dangerous world.
