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 sat on a crumbling stone bench in the heart of the forgotten Kazane village, her mind swirling with plans and ideas. The realization that her entire future lay ahead of her, a blank canvas, was exhilarating. The tools to craft her new life were already in her hands, her Creation skill and the Kazane Clan's unique regenerative power. But the next step was more complicated. She had to figure out how to enter the shinobi world and, more importantly, where to begin her journey.
Before she could act on those thoughts, however, she needed to explore every corner of this hidden village. She had to ensure that nothing vital to her backstory or survival had been left behind.
With a determined sigh, she stood and stretched, feeling the energy from the chakra-infused meal still coursing through her. The air was cold but refreshing, and the silence of the underworld felt less oppressive now that she had purpose.
First, explore. Then, set out.
Akira spent hours moving through the ancient ruins. She found old training grounds, overgrown but functional. There was a dojo, littered with broken weapons and scrolls, detailing the basics of her clan's unique methods of imbuing food with chakra for healing and regeneration. Most of it was intuitive, her Creation ability made these techniques almost second nature.
But in the back of her mind, Akira couldn't shake the feeling that this village was more than just a set piece created for her reincarnated life. There were traces of real history here. She could feel it in the worn stone, in the way the air seemed to hum with an ancient presence.
She arrived at what appeared to be the Kazane Clan's ancestral home, a large, yet humble building that had somehow withstood the decay of time.
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The interior was mostly barren, save for a large family shrine at the back of the main hall. The insignia of the Kazane Clan was proudly displayed, carved into the wood.
At the foot of the shrine lay a chest, sealed tightly with an intricate lock. Akira crouched down, examining it. It looked old, yet sturdy, as if meant to protect something of great value.
Her curiosity piqued. She focused her chakra into her fingertips, using a minor unlocking technique she had learned from one of the scrolls. With a soft click, the lock gave way, and the chest opened with a low creak.
Inside was a single item, a small, intricately carved wooden box, with an emblem matching the Kazane Clan symbol on its lid. She opened it slowly, revealing a glowing scroll, pulsing softly with chakra energy. The hairs on her arms stood up.
"What is this...?" she muttered, picking up the scroll. It hummed in her hand, the chakra within it resonating with her own.
Opening it, her eyes widened as she scanned the writing. The scroll contained an ancient Kazane Clan technique, an enhancement jutsu designed to empower her Creation ability. With this technique, she could refine the chakra absorption property of her crafted weapons, making them more efficient at storing natural energy, but also harder to detect. It would allow her creations to be even more valuable, especially in battle where chakra was everything.
Excitement bubbled in her chest. This technique could be the key to perfecting her plans for the weapons she intended to sell. She committed the jutsu to memory and carefully stored the scroll back in its box, feeling like she had found a piece of her clan's legacy.
With her exploration complete, Akira gathered what she needed: a few ancient tools, chakra scrolls, and supplies for the journey ahead. She found an old cloak that had once belonged to a member of her clan, and wrapped it around her shoulders, hiding the fresh shinobi gear she now wore. It was time to leave the forgotten village behind.
As she walked through the narrow, crumbling streets, the weight of her new reality settled over her again. The Kazane Clan, long lost to history, would live on through her. But more than that, she would make a name for herself. Not just as a wandering shinobi, but as a creator, a merchant whose tools could change the very nature of battle.
She finally reached the exit of the village, a long stone staircase that led upwards into a hidden passage. It took nearly an hour to ascend, the climb winding through dark tunnels before eventually spilling her out into a forest on the surface. The light was blinding at first, but once her eyes adjusted, Akira realized she had surfaced somewhere in the outskirts of the Land of Fire.
Trees stretched tall and proud around her, their leaves dancing gently in the afternoon breeze. The world felt vast and alive, and Akira couldn't help but take a deep breath, savoring the feeling of being truly free.
This is it, she thought. The shinobi world.
With a map of the major villages in hand, Akira began to plot her path. The Hidden Leaf Village, Konoha, was closest to her location, and it seemed like the logical place to start. Not only was Konoha a major hub, but it was home to many famous shinobi, people who would be interested in high-quality, specialized weapons.
As she walked through the forest, Akira couldn't help but smile. The wind seemed to guide her steps, the leaves swirling playfully in her wake. For the first time in either of her lives, she felt like she was exactly where she needed to be.
Days Later - Near Konoha
Akira's journey had been uneventful so far, but that was about to change. As she approached the borders of the Hidden Leaf Village, she found herself in the midst of a bustling market town on the village's outskirts. People were everywhere, merchants shouting about their wares, travelers passing through, and shinobi patrolling the streets.
It was the perfect place to set up her first shop.
She rented a small stall in the marketplace and laid out her creations, simple, unassuming at first glance, but each with hidden potential. Shuriken that could repair themselves, kunai that absorbed natural chakra to enhance durability, and, of course, her food, bento infused with chakra for healing and recovery.
At first, only a few curious onlookers passed by, but then word began to spread. A ninja from Konoha's outskirts bought one of her self-repairing shuriken, and before long, other shinobi came to test her wares.
"This shuriken... it's incredible," one ninja muttered, examining the craftsmanship. "Who are you?"
Akira smiled beneath her hood, her green eyes glinting. "Just a wandering creator. My name's Akira Kazane."
As the sun began to set on her first day in the marketplace, Akira realized she had sold almost all of her stock. Her hands rested on the edge of the stall as she gazed at the crowd milling about the marketplace, feeling a rush of satisfaction. The first steps of her journey had been successful.
But this was only the beginning. Her name would spread, and soon, Akira Kazane would be known throughout the shinobi world, not just for her power, but for the incredible tools she crafted.
Tomorrow, she would meet with clients from within Konoha itself, and from there, the road to fame and fortune would only grow clearer.
