Chapter 0 – A Life Fading in Silence
The sun hung low over the quiet rural village, drenching the dusty lanes in molten gold. The cries of children playing cricket rang faintly in the background, mixing with the occasional bark of a stray dog and the lazy cawing of crows on telephone wires. The breeze was warm, but not comforting—just dry enough to chap the lips, just thick enough to weigh down the lungs.
Harsh stood at the rusting iron gate of a corner shop, cola bottle in hand. His fingers were thin, pale. Trembling slightly—not from cold, but weakness. Twenty years old today. A birthday forgotten by the world, or perhaps one the world never knew to remember.
He shuffled forward slowly, feet dragging, throat burning. The trip from his home had only been three streets, but it felt like scaling a mountain. His body had never fully recovered after the fever ten years ago. It had stolen so much—his strength, his lungs, his voice. But it was the isolation that had hollowed him out more than illness ever could.
Once, he'd been called a prodigy. A boy with a sharp mind, boundless curiosity, and a tender heart. He loved stories. Fantasy. Magic. The impossible. He dreamed of farming his own land, forging weapons, crafting potions, building a quiet cottage full of warmth and books and laughter. But those dreams had drowned slowly, day by day, year by year, in the cold silence of his parents' house.
They had loved control more than they had ever loved him.
A burst of shouting cut through the quiet evening. Harsh looked up.
Two men were fighting on the far end of the alley—heated, desperate. One pulled out something from his coat. A flash of metal.
He blinked.
A gun.
He barely had time to process it before pain tore through his chest.
Bang.
The cola bottle fell from his hand, shattering on the cracked pavement. Fizz hissed like dying breath.
Harsh collapsed, fingers clutching at the widening crimson on his shirt. The world blurred—colors smearing like wet paint in the rain.
So this is it…?
Not rage. Not panic. Just… a strange calm.
A smile tugged weakly at his lips. It's almost funny… all that pain, all those dreams… and it ends like this. Alone. With no goodbye.
The last sound he heard was the fizzing of the spilled cola.
The last thought that whispered through his fading mind:
I just wanted to live…
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…And Then There Was Nothing.
No light. No pain. No noise. Just vast, endless stillness.
Harsh floated, bodiless. A soul suspended in the cradle of something far older than time.
And then… a voice.
Warm. Vast. Feminine. It filled his very essence like a mother's embrace and the heat of a sunrise rolled into one.
> "So many lifetimes pass unnoticed… but yours, child, sang like a star even in silence."
His consciousness stirred. He had no body, but he could feel again. Think.
> "You were never meant to end that way. Would you like… a new beginning?"
He tried to speak, but no mouth existed. The voice chuckled.
> "Think, and I will hear."
...Yes. Please… I want to live. Not just survive. To love. To build. To be free.
> "Then I shall grant you five infinite wishes. Anything. No limitations. Choose wisely, child of sorrow."
Harsh's mind—sharp despite years of rust—moved like lightning.
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He wished:
1. Heaven-Defying Comprehension – To master anything, understand everything, from the smallest craft to the highest law.
2. An Immortal Inner World – A paradise within, where time flowed slowly, energy was infinite, and he could live, grow, train, and care for animals, crops, and people.
3. True Immortality – So he would never be broken again. So he could protect and cherish without fear.
4. Limitless Adaptation – The power to evolve endlessly, survive anything, and grow stronger through experience.
5. Multiversal Travel – Because the universe was vast, and he wanted to explore it all—with those he loved at his side.
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> "And what form shall you take?"
Harsh didn't hesitate.
I want to be… beautiful. Feminine. Kind. Desired. Strong. I want to express every side of myself I buried. I want to be her. Aria.
> "So you shall be. Let me craft your body from the dreams you held in your heart…"
One by one, the pieces of her divine form took shape—etched into her soul like golden fire.
Mind & Soul:
Spiral Mind Crystal of All Paths – Infinite memory, learning, processing. Stores the Omniversal Library.
Obsidian Lotus Soul Core – Indestructible soul anchor. Stores karmic bonds, technique seeds, and immortal identity.
Senses & Energy Perception:
Celestial Soul Eyes of Origin – Sees energy, souls, karma, lies, fate, and multiversal threads.
Elemental Nexus Glands – Controls elements and emotions; can adapt to environments.
Core Organs:
Heart of the World Tree – Generates love-based life energy, empowering those she cares for.
Primal Sky Lungs – Absorbs elemental and void energy; breath techniques empowered.
Cosmic Karma Furnace (Liver) – Refines karma, nullifies backlash, absorbs negative intent.
Yin-Yang Pearls of Essence (Kidneys) – Store vitality and regeneration; enhances sensual and stamina-based abilities.
Digestive System:
Grand Conversion Crucible (Stomach) – Assimilates any bloodline, energy, or concept into herself.
Flow of Lawstream Veins (Intestines) – Flawless circulation and purification of energy.
Reproductive Core:
Yin-Yang Lotus Furnace – Fountain of immortality and intimacy. Can create divine life, realms, or energy through connection.
Structure:
Jade Bloom Armor (Skin) – Adaptive defense, aesthetic enhancement, divine beauty.
Runed Lawbone Core (Bones) – Can forge techniques and artifacts directly from her bones.
Golden Verdant Blood – Life-giving, healing, alters reality through intent.
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> "It is done. You shall awaken in the world of Naruto, on the same day as the one called Naruto Uzumaki. You will live, and love, and shape destiny. But above all… you will bloom."
Light.
Warmth.
A faint sound—cries, then laughter.
The world was calling.
And Aria answered.
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[End of Chapter 0]