Suddenly, I opened my eyes.
The first thing I noticed was the light.
It was... too bright.
Not painfully bright, but impossibly clear.
I could see everything.
The grain of the wooden ceiling above me. The tiny imperfections carved into the walls. Dust particles floating through the air. Even the faint strands of fabric on the blanket covering my body.
My eyes widened.
What the hell...?
I blinked.
The clarity didn't disappear.
If anything, it became sharper.
I could see every little detail around me as though my eyes had suddenly been given some kind of ridiculous upgrade.
My brain struggled to process it all.
There was simply too much information.
My head began to ache.
"Ah..."
I quickly squeezed my eyes shut.
What the fuck is happening to me?
I stayed there for several seconds, breathing heavily.
Maybe I was dreaming.
Yeah.
That had to be it.
There was no other explanation.
Slowly, cautiously, I opened my eyes again.
The same thing.
Perfect clarity.
My heart began pounding.
I pushed myself upright and looked around the unfamiliar room.
Wait...
This wasn't my room.
The walls were made of wood. The furniture looked old-fashioned, almost primitive compared to what I was used to. There wasn't a phone beside me. No laptop. No familiar sounds from outside.
Nothing.
A strange sense of dread crawled up my spine.
I slowly got out of bed.
My legs felt strangely small.
That realization made me freeze.
I looked down.
Small hands.
Small arms.
Small legs.
"...What?"
My breathing stopped.
I stumbled toward the nearest mirror.
And then I saw myself.
Or rather...
I saw someone who looked like me.
But not quite.
My hair was grey.
Not dyed grey.
Naturally grey.
It fell messily over my forehead, almost silver under the light.
And my eyes...
My eyes were bright blue.
Not ordinary blue.
They were unnaturally vivid, almost glowing.
I stared at my reflection in complete disbelief.
"...Is that me?"
I touched my face.
The reflection copied me.
I pulled my hair.
Pain.
Definitely real.
My mind raced.
Grey hair.
Bright blue eyes.
Ridiculous visual clarity.
My heart began beating faster.
There was only one thing I could think of.
No.
My eyes widened.
"Is... is this the Six Eyes?"
I stared at my reflection.
The Six Eyes.
The same cursed technique possessed by Satoru Gojo.
The ability to perceive cursed energy with extraordinary precision.
The reason Gojo's eyes were so terrifyingly beautiful.
I swallowed.
"There's no fucking way..."
I leaned closer to the mirror.
The more I looked at my eyes, the more certain I became.
These weren't normal eyes.
But if I really had the Six Eyes...
Then another question immediately entered my mind.
Where the hell am I?
I turned toward the window.
Outside, I saw buildings unlike anything from my world.
And then I saw it.
A massive stone wall surrounding the settlement.
My blood ran cold.
Four enormous faces had been carved into the mountain overlooking the village.
I knew those faces.
I had seen them countless times.
My mouth slowly fell open.
"...No."
I backed away from the window.
"This isn't real."
But I already knew the answer.
Because there was only one place I could possibly be.
Konohagakure.
The Hidden Leaf Village.
My eyes widened.
I'm in Naruto.
And judging by the fact that I was apparently six years old...
I had arrived at the beginning of the story.
The same generation as Naruto Uzumaki.
December 7th.
That was my birthday now.
And I was six years old.
I stared at my reflection again.
Grey hair.
Blue eyes.
Six Eyes.
I slowly clenched my tiny fists.
"...Well."
A nervous smile appeared on my face.
"If I'm really in the Naruto world..."
My eyes narrowed.
"...then I need to figure out exactly what kind of monster I just became."
"Wow..." I thought to myself, staring at my reflection.
I was still trying to process everything.
I had somehow been reincarnated—or transmigrated, or whatever the hell this was—into the world of Naruto.
I was six years old.
I had grey hair.
Bright blue eyes.
And apparently...
The Six Eyes.
I stared at myself for a few more seconds.
Then one thought suddenly crossed my mind.
"...I need to buy sunglasses."
I nodded seriously.
"Definitely."
If my eyes were going to be this sensitive, walking around all day without sunglasses sounded like a terrible idea.
And besides...
If I really had the Six Eyes, I wasn't exactly going to advertise it to everyone.
I quickly searched through the room and found some money.
Thankfully, whoever I had become seemed to have at least a little spending money lying around.
I slipped the coins into my pocket and headed outside.
The moment I stepped through the door, I froze.
The village was right in front of me.
Konoha.
Actually seeing it with my own eyes was completely different from watching it on a screen.
The streets were filled with people wearing shinobi headbands. Shops lined the roads, civilians moved through the marketplace, and somewhere in the distance, I could hear the occasional shout of a merchant.
I stood there for a moment, taking everything in.
So this is actually Konoha...
A grin slowly spread across my face.
Then I remembered my objective.
"Sunglasses."
I started walking toward the market.
One step at a time.
I had a whole new world to explore.
And the first thing I needed to do...
Was protecting my eyes from the fucking sun.
After roaming around for a while, I finally found a shop selling sunglasses.
I stopped in front of the display.
There were several different kinds, but one immediately caught my attention.
A pair of rectangular sunglasses.
"Perfect."
I walked into the shop and picked them up.
They were simple, black-framed sunglasses. Nothing fancy, but they looked decent enough.
I walked up to the counter, where an older man was arranging some items.
"Excuse me, ojisan," I said, holding up the sunglasses. "How much is this?"
The old man looked up.
His eyes moved from the sunglasses to me.
Then back to the sunglasses.
"...You're buying these?"
"Yes."
He raised an eyebrow.
"At your age?"
I blinked.
"What's wrong with that?"
The shopkeeper chuckled.
"Nothing, nothing. Just surprised to see a little kid shopping by himself."
Ah.
Right.
I was six.
And apparently, walking around a village full of trained ninja alone wasn't considered particularly strange here.
Still, I pointed at the sunglasses.
"So... how much?"
The old man picked up the pair and examined them.
"Three hundred ryō."
I reached into my pocket and counted the money I had brought.
Three hundred...
I handed him the coins.
"Here."
He accepted them and passed me the sunglasses.
"Thank you."
I immediately put them on.
The moment the lenses covered my eyes, the overwhelming amount of visual information around me became noticeably easier to handle.
I let out a quiet sigh of relief.
"Much better..."
The shopkeeper stared at me.
Then he laughed.
"Well, they certainly suit you."
I looked at myself in a small mirror beside the counter.
Grey hair.
Blue eyes hidden behind rectangular black sunglasses.
I couldn't help but grin.
"Damn."
"I actually look pretty cool."
After roaming around for a while, I finally found a shop selling sunglasses.
I stopped in front of the display.
There were several different kinds, but one immediately caught my attention.
A pair of rectangular sunglasses.
"Perfect."
I walked into the shop and picked them up.
They were simple, black-framed sunglasses. Nothing fancy, but they looked decent enough.
I walked up to the counter, where an older man was arranging some items.
"Excuse me, ojisan," I said, holding up the sunglasses. "How much is this?"
The old man looked up.
His eyes moved from the sunglasses to me.
Then back to the sunglasses.
"...You're buying these?"
"Yes."
He raised an eyebrow.
"At your age?"
I blinked.
"What's wrong with that?"
The shopkeeper chuckled.
"Nothing, nothing. Just surprised to see a little kid shopping by himself."
Ah.
Right.
I was six.
And apparently, walking around a village full of trained ninja alone wasn't considered particularly strange here.
Still, I pointed at the sunglasses.
"So... how much?"
The old man picked up the pair and examined them.
"Three hundred ryō."
I reached into my pocket and counted the money I had brought.
Three hundred...
I handed him the coins.
"Here."
He accepted them and passed me the sunglasses.
"Thank you."
I immediately put them on.
The moment the lenses covered my eyes, the overwhelming amount of visual information around me became noticeably easier to handle.
I let out a quiet sigh of relief.
"Much better..."
The shopkeeper stared at me.
Then he laughed.
"Well, they certainly suit you."
I looked at myself in a small mirror beside the counter.
Grey hair.
Blue eyes hidden behind rectangular black sunglasses.
I couldn't help but grin.
"Damn."
"I actually look pretty cool."
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