380Summary: Alright, I'm stuck in the Naruto world. I have three goals. One, obtain immortality. Two, become a sealmaster. Three: Survive the upcoming war. Too bad I had to start at Level One…. Gamer-OC.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Naruto franchise.
—MPGTOI—
By PaladinKaladin
Chapter One: I'm the MC of an Isekai?
The legend that "your life flashes before your eyes" when you die was a complete myth. Because when I died, absolutely nothing happened. I'm sure the doctor sighed a bit before listing off another dead patient, and the monitor displaying my heart rate dropped to the dreaded zero, but other than that, nothing.
My eyes just closed, and I found my 'existence', so to speak, gone. My soul, or what made me human, disappeared. Luckily, there was no one that actually became saddened by my death. I was an orphan, and my entire life had been run by the downtown orphanage. Sure, I was a passing acquaintance to the owners and some of the other orphans, but most of my life, I had remained an introvert. Being homeschooled was a punishment in disguise, only serving to further ruin my social status.
By the time I was fifteen, I barely had any friends and life was a boring event day after another. That's when I started coughing blood every morning. The owners took me to the hospital quickly after, where I was diagnosed with an unrecognizable disease that was practically impossible to cure unless someone had a shitload of money to spend.
The orphanage owners, obviously, couldn't afford to even look at my direction after that. A month later, my condition only got worse—I found myself unable to walk at all. I was destined to die a cripple. Regardless, the owners did help pay for my medical fees.
A year had passed, where I mostly spent my day watching TV while in my bed. The day of my birthday, one of the hospital nurses gifted me with a cheap, rundown tablet. To me, it was practically gold. Anytime I was awake, I would be watching that thing. It was a good thing my hands still worked, anyways.
Two years had passed. By that time, I've watched almost every anime, TV show, and movie available. Thank god KissAnime existed, or else I would have been bored out of my mind. I involved myself in online forums, and managed to make some internet friends as well. For the first time, I was genuinely happy.
Then the disease struck harder than ever.
For a week, the pain was unbearable. It wasn't just my legs, my entire body screamed of torture-like pain. My hands couldn't move, and instead resorted to trembling every time I tried to nudge them. Even when the pain subsided, the sensation never left my body. And eventually, like the doctor said I would, I died. The thought of it angered me to the core. Why did it have to be me who was hit by the disease? Just how much did the world hate me? Right when I finally found some place in the world, I died at a mere eighteen years old.
I always dreamed of living to at least eighty-years. And of course, I daydreamed how life could be like if I was immortal and could actually move. Just travelling the world, doing all kinds of shenanigans. But instead I…
Died.
So why could I still think?
I had no body, no mouth, no brain, no ears, or anything. I couldn't feel anything, but for some reason, I could still think. I wasn't sure how long I was stuck in this type of limbo, and I wasn't a Dr. Stone character to actually count it out.
But eventually, it happened.
And it…changed my life forever.
[Welcome, Gamer.]
—
"Wake up, Shinji!"
Huh…what…
"I can't believe you're even lazier than me," the voice continued, before shutting the door loudly. "And we're already halfway into the Academy, you should be able to wake up by yourself."
Academy? What the hell? Then I realized something. I felt my own body. It was hard to describe what the sensation was, but I knew for a fact that my body could move. I slowly opened my eyes to…absolute darkness. Panic filled my head before I realized there was some sort of substance covering my body. A blanket? How? The doctor never covered my entire face with the blanket at night.
Next, my hands started to move.
I knew this shouldn't be possible. But the running thought in my head was that I somehow underwent a miracle recovery.
I marveled at the control I had over my hands. They didn't tremble nor did they struggle against my control—they simply moved. I grasped the blanket between my fingers and pulled it off of my body.
And then I moved my legs.
This…this couldn't be real. They were actually working! I let out a gasp of amazement before chuckles slowly left my mouth. I stepped out of the bed and stood on the floor, simply looking down at my legs in awe.
Wait.
Bed? Floor?
"Where am I?" I asked no one in particular. "Wait—"
My voice wasn't my own. I know how I sounded, and it definitely wasn't like this. Then I came to know my surroundings. A spacious room filled with intricate carvings into the walls and furniture and a large, comfy looking bed in the middle of it all. I had never seen this room in my life.
I made my way towards the door, where I looked to the right to find my own reflection on the mirror.
What.
Long, dark-black hair? Why was I suddenly short? Narrowed, suspicious-looking eyes? This wasn't my body. What exactly was happening?
That's when I realized.
It was so obvious, especially for a shut-in NEET for me. I was being reincarnated. And unfortunately, it looked like I was reincarnated into an already alive kid.
My luck seriously seemed to hate me.
The thought that reincarnation actually existed was a surprising one, if not completely life-changing (pun intended). That would mean some kind of higher-being existed, right? I shook my head from those thoughts. They didn't really matter right now. I was stuck in a state of euphoria where I couldn't really believe what happened, but I wanted to believe it wholeheartedly.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to my room.
The house I was currently in was a big one, considering the size of the hallway and the fact that I was currently on the second floor. Meaning I was probably reincarnated into a rich family, fortunately. I made my way downstairs, struggling to balance my legs as I walked for the first time in around three years.
Of course, that wouldn't end particularly well.
I stumbled on the first step downwards and fell into a roll, bouncing downwards awkwardly. My body ached as the momentum finally ran out, and I groaned in pain. I clutched my knee in pain as I laid back down on the floor.
I heard a sigh from behind me.
"You're a real nutcase, aren't you?"
Where have I heard that voice? I opened my eyes.
Hair wrapped in a spiky ponytail, narrowed brown eyes, and an irritated expression, I found myself looking at the live-action version of Shikamaru. But this couldn't be live-action, because it actually looked realistic. In fact, he looked exactly like how Shikamaru would look if he was a real person.
Wait.
No.
No, no, no.
"Shikamaru?" I whispered out.
The boy raised an eyebrow. "What do you want?"
This can't be real.
I was stuck in the Naruto world.
I tried to resist the tears falling down my eyes. "The Naruto world, seriously?! It could have been anything! Pokémon, a romcom, a regular goddamn world! Of course I had to be reincarnated into the one where an APOCALYPSE is going to kill so many people! I should be choosing my starter right now…"
Shikamaru just stared at me with a confused expression. "How are you the older brother, exactly?"
I froze. "Brother?"
"Yes, Shinji," Shikamaru said, rolling his eyes. "You are, in fact, my brother."
Then that would make me…
Shinji Nara.
[Password is correct.]
[Unlocking Gamer system…]
I looked at the light-blue screen floating next to me with shock, not sure what exactly to do.
[Opening Status…]
Name: Shinji Nara
Title: "The Laziest Of All"
Occupation: Academy Student
Level: LV1
Chakra: 60/60
MP: 100/100
STR: 3
VIT: 3
DEX: 4
INT: 7
Taijutsu: D
Ninjutsu: F
Genjutsu: N/A
I tried not to cry even further. Good news, I had a Gamer system. Even more good news, I was reborn into the Nara clan. Being a no-name in the Naruto world certainly wouldn't be fortunate. And while he wasn't and Uchiha or Hyuga, the Nara clan definitely had some interesting techniques with the shadows they used. Bad news, Shinji Nara, the person I reincarnated into, was a goddamn weakling. I mean, seriously, this guy didn't try at all. How was he even stuck at level one for his entire life?
Regardless of all of the slander I spewed towards Shinji, the original, anyways, I couldn't blame him. Especially from where I come from. To give him some props, it seemed like he was pretty intelligent, actually. His physical attributes were beyond poor, and most would probably say atrocious. Given his title, I would think that the original Shinji just didn't want to try.
Speaking of the original Shinji, what exactly happened to him? There was no way he was randomly forced out of his body while I managed to replace him, right? That would be a horrible way to die. I just hoped that wasn't the case, and refused to delve further on the issue. I've read too much fanfiction and novels to go down that route. Sometimes not knowing was better than finding out.
"Eat your breakfast and let's get out of here," Shikamaru instructed, not paying attention to the fact that I was the older brother.
Wait. If I was the older brother, wouldn't that mean I wasn't in the same class as Naruto?
"Shikamaru, how much older am I compared to you?" I asked. My expression was candid, but on the inside my heart was beating irregularly fast.
My brother looked exasperated. "Somehow you manage to act weirder and weirder everyday. You're barely older than me. Like a few minutes or something."
So we're twins.
Twins.
The same age.
My eyes widened in horror. No, that was horrible! Being in the same class as Naruto was practically asking for death! I wasn't a main character to know that I would survive or not. I wasn't even sure if this was the Naruto universe I grew up watching. For all I knew, Shikamaru certainly did not have a brother. If this was some kind of AU, my chances of survival were going to get exceedingly low.
Right now, the only advantage I even had was the fact I knew what was going to happen in the future. And if this was an AU, even that advantage could fall out of my grasp.
Slowly, I dug into the breakfast which was laid on the table before going back up to get ready.
I wore what was in my closet, which consisted of a grey shirt with the Nara clan symbol over mesh-armor. Two black arm sleeves (similar to the ones Sasuke wore in the show, I believe), and black pants that reached just above my ankles. My ears had the traditional, silver Nara earrings that they all wore. It didn't look too bad, but was also a bit too much, in my opinion. However, I would say my fashion-sense was appropriate for someone who spent half of their lives stuck in one room.
"Mother and Father won't come until evening. They told me to tell you just in case you had other plans," Shikamaru mentioned, pulling a bag over his shoulder.
Huh. "Mother and Father?"
Shikamaru nodded. "Yes."
I completely forgot.
"Mother and Father?!" I practically shouted.
Shikamaru just sighed. "Alright, I'm leaving. I can only handle some of your weirdness for a day."
The thought completely crossed my mind. It had been a pretty long time since I had finished Naruto, and I had forgotten how Shikamaru actually had parents. What was his father's name? Shikoku or something? And his mother…
This could be troubling. What kind of son didn't know his own parent's names? Me, apparently.
I followed Shikamaru out of the house, easily noticing the difference in times from the United States and Konoha. Obviously, Konoha was at a much lower state of technology compared to the former, and it showed. However, the architecture here looked much more unique and had its own traditional, beautiful style, unlike the same-old skyscrapers in my old city.
I made my way through Konoha, admiring just how amazing the place looked, with Shikamaru leading in front. Eventually, we reached the Academy. I looked at the real life building that I used to only see in the show.
It was still so jarring how I was walking with THE Shikamaru right next to me.
"Hopefully Iruka doesn't notice me sleeping this time…" Shikamaru mumbled.
Oh, right. Shikamaru wasn't a particularly active student.
"Hey, Shikamaru. How good of a student am I in the academy?" I asked my younger brother.
Shikamaru smirked. "You? I would say you're the worst next to Naruto. Well, in terms of Taijutsu you're definitely the worst. In theory, you beat him by a few marks. So either of you can be deadlasts depending on the day."
I winced. "That's…harsh."
He shrugged. "Well, you can't particularly blame me. It's not like you try to change your scores, anyways."
"I'll definitely try from now on."
Shikamaru raised an unbelieving eyebrow. "You've said that too many times to count by now."
Damn you, Shinji!
I scrunched my hand into a fist. "This time, it's the truth. I can't stand being weak anymore. Not again. Never again."
My previous life was a bust. Somehow, I was given a second chance. I won't ruin this try as well. I only had a few years until the upcoming war, meaning I had a chance of dying at the age of eighteen again. The only way to stop that—become stronger. Not Choji or Kiba strong—no, I needed to be able to contend with the big leagues in this world.
Once the war was over, I wasn't going to die an old man, content with how my life ended. No, I wasn't going to die at all. In the previous world, there was no such thing as ninjutsu. Humans weren't capable of collapsing cities at once without the help of science. None of that existed.
But here, my potential was unlimited.
The Gamer system was built for progression, and I was going to just that.
My final goal: become immortal.
A childish dream, something that I always wished I could be as a kid. I wanted to become truly immortal, not a cheap imitation like Orochimaru or Madara.
No, I was going to become the closest thing to a God.
Because, in this world, there are no limits.
[New Quest has been unlocked!]
Quest name: "On The Way To Divinity"
Details: Become a true immortal.
Rewards: 1,000,000 EXP.
Do you accept the quest?
[Yes/No]
I smirked. Yes.
This…is going to be my personal guide to obtaining immortality.
—MPGTOI—
I quickly sat next to Shikamaru, who looked at me weirdly as I did so.
"Why are you sitting next to me?" Shikamaru asked curiously.
I grinned. "Shouldn't I sit next to my brother?"
Shikamaru just groaned. "Why did today have to be the day you started acting like this?"
I shrugged. Apparently my old self usually sat in the left corner where he used to doze off during class, and none of the teachers had the patience to even deal with me by that point.
"Whatever. Just don't distract me when I'm sleeping," Shikamaru added, motioning towards the front of the class right afterwards. "Well, Sasuke is here. That's my cue to start sleeping."
My eyes trained towards the Uchiha who walked towards the front of the seats. He looked like I always imagined him to. The fan girls gushed as he walked by them, and I found myself paying special attention to a certain pink-haired main character in the cluster. But my attention was quickly transferred to someone else.
My childhood hero, Naruto Uzumaki, walked into the class with a goofy grin on his face as he waltzed into his seat like he owned the place. I quickly averted my eyes. I needed to maintain as much distance away from this guy as possible.
I quickly recognized most of the students in the class.
Hinata, Ino, Kiba, Choji, Sakura, and all of the other characters.
Iruka sensei made his way into the class, looking surprised as he stared at me. Probably because I wasn't sleeping.
"Alright, class. Today's classes are mostly going to be done outside, but for now we will have a brief class on history…"
The rest of the class commenced with Iruka sensei instructing us to take notes on certain topics sometimes. The next hour was a boring one, with us having to just listen to Iruka drone onwards and onwards with no sign of stopping. I personally found it interesting, since I had barely any knowledge of the history of this world.
There was so much more than just what the anime covered. Every nation had a rich source of history that couldn't be told in a few episodes or in a couple of filler arcs.
"Alright. That's enough for today. Who wants to go for some Taijutsu training?" Iruka asked knowingly.
"Yes!" Naruto shouted instantly.
"You're supposed to say 'me', idiot," Kiba said, laughing at the blond. I chuckled at their interaction.
Iruka crossed his arms. "Calm down you two. Everyone, line up and follow me."
I followed beside Shikamaru, who was tagged along by Choji.
"Yo, Shinji. What ya' doing?" Choji asked, smiling.
I smiled back. "Nothing really. I'm pretty excited for the Taijutsu class, though."
Choji looked confused, but quickly wiped out the expression from his face. "Ahh…cool."
Could no one really believe that Shinji would actually want to do something? RrWell, they were going to have to believe me now. I wouldn't let the title "Laziest of All" stay for any longer than this. It's embarrassing as it is.
"I just hope I don't get matched with Sasuke," Shikamaru stated with a frown.
Choji nodded in confirmation. "Yeah, that guy is even more ruthless these days."
"I don't really care who I match up with, to be honest," I said in response.
Iruka raised his hand. "Listen up, everyone! We'll start with some basic Taijutsu fights. I'll randomly call up some students."
He looked at the sheet in his hands. "Naruto Uzumaki and Sasuke Uchiha."
Damn.
I would be seeing the classic fight between the two in front of my own eyes.
Naruto looked smug as ever as he walked towards the center of the ground where everyone stood in a ring around. Sasuke, with his hands in his pockets, looked as stoic as ever as he glared at Naruto.
"Remember children, bowing before a fight is a sign of respect and is common shinobi etiquette to show before your village comrades," Iruka said, more likely trying to remind Naruto and Sasuke than the actual class. "Ah…Naruto, please bow to your opponent."
Naruto grimaced, before bowing. "Of course, sensei."
Sasuke immediately got up from his bow and went into a battle position.
I found myself hyped to the core as I saw my childhood heroes begin to brawl it out in an epic fight. The iconic fights between the two would usher eras of anime culture for decades to come, and that was in animated form alone. Just how amazing would it be in real life?
Not that amazing, apparently.
It was a complete shut-out.
Naruto barely landed a hit in before Sauske immediately twisted by his first punch, before grasping his arm and pushing it behind his back, to which the blond groaned in pain. The Uchiha immediately tripped Naruto's leg, and grappled him to the floor in an evident win.
Naruto struggled against Sasuke's grasp, but couldn't do anything more. Sasuke's fans roared in cheer as their idol won the fight once more.
"Winner: Sasuke. Please bow again."
They did so begrudgingly (mostly Naruto), and went back into the audience.
Some more fights happened after that, none as expertly done as Sasuke's, in my opinion.
"Next match: Shinji Nara and Kiba Inuzuka."
Finally. I was going to fight. A feeling that I've never really felt before began to enter my body. What was this? That's when I realized. This was adrenaline, wasn't it? Yes, it was. I grinned. So this was what I was missing all my life.
I bowed in front of the tribal-looking Kiba, who grinned smugly. I couldn't really blame him. And by all means, I should lose here. The old Shinji never could win a single fight.
The old Shinji, quite frankly, was dead.
"Hajime!"
I took a few steps back, wanting to observe the fight beforehand. Kiba's taking this an act of cowardice, immediately began to rush forward. I instantly found myself in a state of indecision. I never fought someone before. I was never really the most active person.
But Shinji Nara, despite his laziness, had training.
My body moved on its own, trudging past the initial punch with a second left before contact.
[New Skill: "Basic Taijutsu" Lvl 1]
[MP Usage: 10 MP per minute.]
What—
I blocked an incoming kick with my arm, wincing at the impact. The luminous blue screen that was floating in front of my eyes disappeared the moment I willed it to, leaving the open sight of an agitated Kiba to me.
Skills?
Of course, I don't know what type of Gamer system I was being subjected to. So far, it looked like a basic one with levels, quests, and skills. But it was still cool to see it in front of me. I had actual MP points, which were separate from chakra, which was definitely a hack-ability that I needed with my minimal amount of chakra.
Unlike Naruto, I didn't have much chakra. I couldn't depend on spamming the same jutsus over and over again and win with pure brawn. It just wasn't practical for someone of my ability. So instead, I had skills.
Use Basic Taijutsu.
[Basic Taijutsu Lvl 1 Activated!]
Immediately, a wave of knowledge overhauled my current situation. Taijutsu that I never practiced, Taijutsu that the original Shinji Nara never practiced. My arms moved on their own to parry the incoming fist, moving the momentum to the side and over my shoulder, leaving Kiba's side absolutely exposed.
I heaved my right fist forwards in a hook, digging my arm into his stomach as he was pushed back from the force. Kiba groaned with pain, but managed to stand up regardless. I wasn't too surprised—my strength wasn't anything amazing, anyways.
Kiba, irritated that I even managed to hit him, ran forwards once again.
You never learn, do you?
Kiba wasn't very strong. In fact, his Taijutsu was probably weaker than my "Basic Taijutsu". And I would take that to my advantage.
Kiba launched a barrage of random punches and kicks, all of which I easily dodged and battered away. That seems to enrage the Inuzuka even further, and I simply responded by nodding.
He growled. "Stop evading, Nara!"
I responded by evading his next kick.
I didn't want this to go any further. I ducked under his hook, before pushing forward in offense. I took a page from Sasuke's book, and immediately pulled Kiba's hand to his back, and tripped him to the floor. Kiba could probably escape from my weak grapple, but considering how weak he got himself after an entire fight of futile hits, it was impossible.
"Winner, Shinji Nara," Iruka said, slightly surprised.
I smiled at my first win. "Thank you, sensei."
I bowed towards Kiba, before walking back to the crowd. No one really applauded, though.
I saw Shikamaru stare at me like I was an alien.
"Who are you and what have you done with my brother?" He asked promptly after. "There's just no way you improved that much in such a small amount of time."
I smirked. "Well, I am still your brother. Shinji Nara, at your service. As for what happened—let's just say things are going to be more interesting from now on."
The rest of the Taijutsu ended with more lackluster fights, and soon enough, they were sent back inside.
—MPGTOI—
"Hmm? Shinji? Why did you stay back?" Iruka asked curiously. "Did you have any doubts with the lessons?"
Why? I wasn't so sure myself. During the remaining lessons of class, I found myself thinking.
I wanted to survive the war. I wanted to become on par with the other show-runners in this world. That meant Naruto, Sasuke, Kakashi, and other characters down the road. However, at this rate, that would be practically impossible.
I came to the realization when I began to realize just how ahead the others would end up getting. It didn't matter how strong I got during these Academy months. Once Naruto unlocked his Kyuubi powers, and once Sasuke unlocked his Sharingan, they would immediately get into a whole nother league. Even Kakashi, a crucial Jonin and an epitome of power later on, had a Sharingan. Madara—Sharingan. Obito—Sharingan. Hashirama—crazy overpowered genetics. Itachi—Sharingan. Pain—Rinnegan.
It went on and on forever. Based on the percentage, the truly strongest had advantages that normal shinobi didn't have.
However, there were a few people who didn't have any of those.
Minato Namikaze and Jiraiya of the Saanin were the first that came to my mind.
The Fourth Hokage came from a nobody clan and Jiraiya was considered the weakest of his teammates. And then, they conquered. Everyone knew who they were, and just what kind of domination they brought to the shinobi game.
And there was one thing they shared.
And that one thing didn't require any sort of bloodline or innate ability, just a piece of paper and some ink. A dabble of chakra as well, of course.
Fuinjutsu.
It was the most practical thing for me to go after. I couldn't depend on jutsus like Naruto, who could continuously spam them with his sheer amount of chakra, or techniques like Sasuke who could complete the most complex maneuvers with his Sharingan. No, I needed to have the fluidity and grace of a sealmaster.
In other words, I needed to become a sealmaster.
A true one.
The Hiraishin? I wanted that, thank you very much.
"Iruka sensei, do you have any experience in Fuinjutsu?" I asked hopefully.
I needed someone to introduce me to the basics, and there was no one better than Iruka at the moment. At the moment, I had practically zero connections. Iruka was the only person in close contact, and was someone capable enough of teaching me the basics well.
"Fuinjutsu?" Iruka repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Why are you interested in that?"
"It's an interesting topic, sensei. I've recently gotten an interest in seal making as well," I replied casually. "I was wondering whether you had any experience, anyways."
Iruka still looked confused. "Fuinjutsu? Not too much. I must say, Shinji, I appreciate your sudden interest in your studies. Well…your father, I think, has some experience in Fuinjutsu from back in the day. You should probably ask him."
I exaggerated a pout. "But you do have some sort of experience, right?"
Iruka looked split, but in the end, he faltered. "All right. Wait a second."
He rummaged around his desk before pulling out a large sheet of paper, a brush, and a bottle of ink. Was that a pencil? He quickly used the pencil to draw lines onto the paper. I leaned forward to see that he was lightly drawing some sort of kanji onto the paper.
He finished with a sigh of relief, before giving the paper to me. "Dip the brush into the ink and trace the lines I drew. The seal won't be as potent due to the impurity of the pencil, but it will work nonetheless."
With a nod, I began drawing.
Iruka continued as I drew. "Fuinjutsu, fundamentally, is the manifestation of meaningful symbols into real life by the conduction of chakra through ink. Each symbol correlates with the other, and eventually, once you become experienced, you begin to combine these symbols to derive a specific purpose. The most famous use, obviously, is the sealing of objects. However, Fuinjutsu truly has no limits. The Hiraishin, as you know, is widely considered the most deadly jutsu of all time, and comes from a single masterpiece of a seal made perfected by the Fourth Hokage. And I—wait—are you done?"
I showed the page filled with perfectly traced ink to Iruka.
"Huh," he said, watching the paper intently. "That was very, very fast. I must be tired or something. Alright, let me push some chakra through this. Every seal is defined by the first symbol you draw on it. From this one, you can tell it's an elemental seal."
What was Iruka's elemental affinity again?
"Take the seal and pump some chakra into it," Iruka instructed. "Make sure to keep it facing away."
Chakra, huh? I had completely forgotten about it.
Reaching deep into my core, I pulled the resting energy outwards. It was almost instinctive with how quickly I was able to do it. The seal flared a bright red before I felt my chakra leaving my body; I hurriedly moved the face of the seal to the right.
A tornado of fire roared and erupted from the seal, small and well-contained within the range of the piece of paper. I held onto the paper tightly, my fingers feeling the sheer heat of the fire from the side. I watched in awe as the flames of yellow, red, and orange spun themselves in a mesmerizing cocoon of color, before slowly dissipating right afterwards.
I just watched the remains with my mouth agape.
"How was that, eh?" Iruka asked knowingly, smirking.
I nodded dumbly. "Amazing."
Fuinjutsu was amazing, all right. I guess I had another goal.
[New Quest has been unlocked!]
Quest name: "Seal Away Your Imperfections."
Details: Become a true sealmaster.
Rewards: 500,000 EXP.
Do you accept the quest?
[Yes/No]
I grinned.
Yes.
I had a lot of work to do.
[-end-]
Yo!
This was a story idea I was toying with for a while. I hope you liked the first chapter. Don't worry, my other fics won't be abandoned at all.
A lot of Gamer! OCs usually just focus on their skills and ninjutsu, but now that I think about it, I don't usually see that comparing at all to the Jinchuuriki regardless. Fuinjutsu is a really interesting branch of techniques that I want Shinji to use.
Sorry, No Gamer's Mind. I don't particularly like that.
Now, onto the questions of the day:
Question 1: What specific skills would you see Shinji using (considering his abilities)?
I want Shinji's progression to be natural, so don't expect him to become overpowered too early. Not too slow, not too fast. It will make sense, though.
Thank you for reading! Review your thoughts, everything is accepted. If you're new here, then know that I'm a really consistent uploader, so follow this story if you want to stay updated.
Follow, review, and favorite. Update will be next week or sooner.
Cya' there.