Naruto: Faint Smile - CH 1

Author note: I wrote this, why? No idea. I just felt like it. I wrote it like right now, let me know your thoughts.

Timeline: Itachis generation.

Protagonist Name: Takeshi Arata

Powers: The powers of Teresa of the Faint Smile. But instead of Yoki he will have nature chakra. And yes, he can still awaken.

Takeshi: (武) means "warrior" or "military," indicating strength and bravery.

Arata: (新) means "new" or "fresh," suggesting a new beginning or a new era.

So, his name can be interpreted as "the warrior who brings a new era" symbolizing a new beginning or a new kind of strength.

Don’t worry about Star Wars, this one will be updated depending on how much you like it. Enjoy and let me know if you like the idea.

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I didn’t know exactly what I expected would happen after my terrible car accident, but it certainly wasn’t this.

Of that much, I was sure.

One moment, I was in the middle of the street, bleeding out, and the next… Well, the next, I was standing in an endless white void. Needless to say, confusion clouded my mind quite heavily. How could it not?

However, before I could gather my thoughts on this entire situation, a raspy voice broke the silence, startling the hell out of me.

"Welcome to the afterlife, kid," the voice drawled, dripping with a mix of sarcasm and a distinctive sense of not giving a flying fuck about anything.

I turned to see an old man with disheveled gray hair, a lab coat, and a permanent scowl etched onto his face. The old man took a swig from a flask, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and gave me a lopsided grin.

Was… God cosplaying Rick Sanchez? Wait… was God Rick Sanchez?

"Who are you?" I asked, wondering if this was hell… or heaven? I mean, I was never an overly religious guy, so I had no idea what to expect. Even if I did, I imagined my expectations to be by my religion's standards. Then again… considering there were many religions out there, chances were I would be wrong anyway.

The old man rolled his eyes. "I'm God, obviously. And before you ask, no, this isn't some dream or hallucination. You're dead. Kaput. Finito."

I blinked. I already knew that, but I might have leaned into the coma angle of this weird dream. "So, what happens now?"

Now that I think about it, I was glad he hadn’t sugarcoated it.

The strange-looking God shrugged. "Usually, this is the part where I tell you about heaven, hell, and all that jazz. But let's skip the boring stuff. I'm feeling generous today. How about a second chance?"

My eyes widened. Was I about to pull a Jesus? "A second chance? You mean I get to go back?"

God waved a hand dismissively. "Nah, not back. That timeline's done for you. But I can send you somewhere else. Think of it as reincarnation, but with a twist. You'll get a fresh start, new world, new rules. Maybe some cool powers, if I'm in the mood."

“Isekais are a thing?” I asked, holding back a chuckle. “And why me, for that matter?”

God chuckled. "They sure fucking are! I invented them! And as for why you? Why not? You think there's some grand cosmic plan? Pfft. I'm bored, and this sounds entertaining. So, what's it gonna be? You in, or you wanna take your chances with the afterlife roulette?"

I didn't need to think twice. I didn’t want to die, and having a second chance seemed fun. "I'm in."

"Atta boy," God said with a smirk, pulling out a strange device that looked like a cross between a remote control and a Game Boy. "Let's make this interesting. How about we decide your powers game show style?"

Before I could respond, a large, colorful roulette wheel materialized in front of me, complete with flashing lights and a big, gaudy sign that read "Spin to Win!"

God gestured to the wheel like a cheesy talk show host. "Step right up and give it a spin! Who knows what you'll get?"

I stepped forward and grabbed the handle. With a deep breath, I gave it a good spin. The wheel whirred, the lights flashing in a dizzying array of colors.

As it slowed down, I could see various names of powers and abilities on the segments: super strength, telekinesis, invisibility... my heart pounded with anticipation.

The wheel clicked to a stop on a segment that read "The Powers of Teresa.”

“Who the fuck is Teresa?” God muttered, scratching his head. “A nun or something? The name feels like it belongs to a Catholic nun… Hmm…” He shrugged, "Guess we'll find out. Well, good luck, kid. Try not to die too quickly; otherwise, it would mean I wasted my time with all of this. Anywho… off you go!"

With a snap of his fingers, the white void disappeared, and I felt myself falling, hurtling towards my new life in an unfamiliar world.

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The sensation of falling was both terrifying and exhilarating. The white void gave way to darkness, and the next thing I knew, I was enveloped in warmth. It felt as if I was floating in a cocoon, my senses dulled yet somehow aware of a distant rhythm. A heartbeat? No, several heartbeats.

I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn’t.

Wait, why couldn't I open my eyes? And why did everything sound so muffled?

I tried to move but felt an odd resistance all around me. It was as if I was submerged in some thick fluid. Panic started to creep in, and I flailed my limbs, trying to make sense of my surroundings.

‘Alright, where the hell am I?’

I thought, confused as to where that fucker of a God had sent me.

I took stock of my situation. Warmth, a rhythmic heartbeat, muffled sounds, and a distinct lack of mobility.

Could it be? No way. There was no way I was…

Am I in a fucking womb?!

Oh. My. God.

That bastard did say reincarnation, but this? This was beyond the pale.

I tried to make sense of my surroundings. The fluid, the rhythmic sounds, the muffled voices from outside. It was like something out of a bizarre sci-fi movie.

Then it hit me, I was literally starting from scratch. From the very beginning. As a baby.

‘Seriously?!’ I thought, or tried to think. It came out as more of a mental scream. ‘Reincarnation with a twist, you said! You didn’t mention the twist was prenatal!’

I settled into my new reality, trying to find some humor in the situation. ‘Well, I guess this gives a new meaning to the term 'reborn.'’

The muffled sounds became more distinct, and I realized they were voices.

I couldn’t understand a lick of what they were saying…

There were three, no… four people outside this amniotic prison.

Wait… how the fuck do I know that?

….

I can… feel them?

I can hear one of them speaking, but the other three I can feel them?

How can I feel them?

Why can I feel them?

What is going on- ah fuck! Some of fluid got in my mouth.