Where am I? That's the question I've been asking myself for what feels like an eternity. Trapped in this narrow, endless void, I float somewhere between life and death, between memories and oblivion. The only thing I know for sure is my name—Oliver Queen. Yes, Oliver Queen. But not the same one from Arrow. This is my name, but I'm not him. I'm something else entirely.
For what seemed like endless moments, I tried to make sense of my situation. At first, I thought I might be lost in the cosmos, drifting through the vast, dark expanse of space and time. A journey with no clear beginning or end, searching for meaning. But after what felt like an eternity, something shifted. I began to realize—I was dead. Or, at least, that's what I assumed.
But death wasn't the end; it was merely a transition, a shift from one existence to another. I could feel it—the pull of my consciousness slipping away. I was about to begin again, in a new reality, in a new body.
Where would I go? Would I be reborn into my own world, my old life? Or would I be sent to another universe entirely? One like the worlds you see in anime or comics? The thought of being reborn in my old world, retaining my memories, was a hope I clung to.
I waited. And waited.
Eventually, my consciousness began to fade, slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. This was it—the moment I'd been waiting for. But there was one fear that gnawed at me—what if I woke up as someone completely different? What if I couldn't remember who I was?
Then, something changed.
A sharp pain. A flood of sensations too overwhelming to understand. I was in a child's body—small, fragile, and unfamiliar. I could feel my chest rise and fall with shallow breaths. I opened my eyes.
Eight years old. That was my age now. A child's body. A hospital room surrounded me—sterile, clean, and blindingly white. The soft beep of machines filled the silence. But it wasn't the room that caught my attention. It was the memories—the voices—surging into my mind.
One was Oliver Queen- The Green Arrow. But there were more. Another presence, another mind, began to emerge. A second life, another set of memories. Patrick Jan. The mentalist. The sharp, calculating detective with unparalleled observation skills. His mind, his tactics, his genius for reading and manipulating people—they flooded my thoughts, blending with my own.
Then there were the memories that were even more personal—my own. The ones that shaped the life I once had, the decisions I'd made, the experiences that formed who I was. A strange mix of emotions, regrets, triumphs, and failures. All tangled together.
I wasn't just Oliver Queen anymore. I wasn't even just Patrick Jane. I was something new. A combination. A fusion of three lives, three minds. The powers of a vigilante, the intellect of a master manipulator, and the unique experiences of a man trying to find his way in a chaotic world.
But where was I?
The world outside the hospital room felt… wrong. The air was thick with tension, charged with something unfamiliar. It didn't take long for me to realize where I was—the chaotic, dangerous world of Naruto. I had been isekai'd. This was my new reality. There was no going back.
I didn't know how I felt about being a child again. About starting over. But something inside me whispered that this was an opportunity. An opportunity to rewrite the rules. To change everything in a world where the impossible seemed within reach.
I wasn't just Oliver Queen anymore. I wasn't just Patrick Jane. I wasn't just me, either. I was all of us. A hybrid, a new being, with memories, talents, and skills that shouldn't have been mine.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and steadied myself.
This world? It was about to get a whole lot more interesting.