Date: May 5th, Year 51 of the Hidden Leaf. Weather: Clear.
This is my first time every writing in a diary before, but I just need to get some things off my chest before I start blabbering to some random person about things that will make me sound crazy.
I've transmigrated—crossed over into the world of Naruto, one of the Big three shonen series from my previous life.
But unlike some transmigration stories where the soul takes over a stranger's body and inherits their memories and skills, I was born into this world. My mother had carried me for nine months and gave birth to me herself—I'm a native of this world.
Unfortunately, I arrived during the same time as Naruto Uzumaki. The night of the Nine-Tails attack.
My father in this world had died trying to protect some villagers escape the chaos but he was crushed to death and my mother had been fatally injured when a huge piece of metal collapsed on her while shielding my newborn body. She passed away not long after.
Because our house hadn't been destroyed in the Nine-Tails' rampage, I was returned there after growing up in the orphanage until the age of three.
Since neither of my parents had a surname, the village let me choose my own name.
To say goodbye to my past life and welcome this new one—and to honor my mother's sacrifice— I named myself Haruma after her great grandfather.
Even though I've transmigrated into the anime world of Naruto, where I might one day master incredible jutsu and meet some busty female characters... I'm not happy.
Because… this is the Naruto world—a world where your heritage decides fate, and the final battles are ultimately family feuds between the Otsutsuki clan.
As someone born without a kekkei genkai, being born to a civilian and a genin, my ceiling is at best that of a chunin, if I were to train till my hands and feet fell off.
If I don't get that same stroke of plot armour like Naruto or Sasuke, I could very well end up as one of the nameless ninja who end up dying during the Fourth Great Ninja War—someone Madara uses his eyes to exterminate in an instant with just a blink.
Luckily, in my previous life, I studied abroad during college, so I'm fluent in Japanese. That gives me an edge—an early start in chakra control.
And today, on my third birthday, I managed to control chakra for the first time. Strangely enough, I can sense something off within my body. No, more accurately—when I close my eyes, I can feel a black hole inside me.
It's not in any physical part of my body, but within my soul. That's what my instincts keep screaming at me.
There's a connection between me and this weird hole. The moment I sensed it, my mind was flooded with information. Not about the hole itself but it's capabilities.
This mysterious hole somehow gave me a power which I've started to call 'Devour'.
As the name implies, I can devour anything—and the hole will convert whatever I "consume" into pure chakra that strengthens me.
In an instant, I went from a nobody to a limitless devourer and I cant lie about how I feel. I'm thrilled.
My first thought after realising my power? Orochimaru. I actually considered secretly digging the graves of the former kage just like him but my adult mind had all to quickly shut that idea down.
In this age ruled by the Third Hokage, who could spy on anyone with his crystal ball, grave digging is practically suicide. Plus, the Hidden Leaf were allies of the now-extinct Uzumaki clan— they surely would have some sort of Uzumaki seals that would alert the Hokage on my presence. Their barrier techniques were the best among the Five Great Nations.
If I were to try it now, I probably wouldn't live much longer after the fact, Danzo would surely suspect me of treason.
I can't rob graves. I can't consume living people. I'm not strong enough to hunt rouge shinobi either. Until I become a genin and am allowed outside the village for missions, my only available targets are missing corpses.
Speaking of missing corpses, the first person who came to mind was none other than Shisui Uchiha, the greatest prodigy of his generation and possessor of one of the most op eye techniques in the Naruto world.
If I can devour Shisui, I'll gain his Sharingan, his incredible genjutsu, and that teleportation-level Body Flicker. My potential will soar to rival those powerful enough to rival a Kage.
But consuming Uchiha Shisui won't be easy. Thankfully, I still have a few years to prepare.
Inside a small house in the center of the Hidden Leaf,
A dark eyed three-year-old scribbled furiously into his notebook in Japanese, almost breaking the pen in his hand and after finishing, he spent a long time trying to calm himself.
Just a moment later his notebook had been lit aflame and been burnt to crisp.
After cleaning up the ashes, Haruma took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to fell for the illusive black hole again.
It wasn't a hallucination.
When he opened his eyes again, gone was the usual look of boredom and indifference andin its place burnt hope, a fiery passion to carve a legacy of his own.
He now had the potential to become a Sage of six paths-level powerhouse, maybe even beyond that if he were to devour enough people.All he needed was one breakthrough moment.
His entire outlook on the world had shifted greatly.
He put away his diary, steped outside, and for the first time seriously observed the so-called strongest ninja village. He breathed in the air and headed to the market to buy groceries.
This world is sick.
During the Warring States period, the average lifespan of a ninja and even a civilian was around 30 years.Reaching 50 was considered a long-lived life and 60 was seen as the goal for all men and women.
Even in the current Five Great Shinobi Countries, the average lifespan hadn't improved all that much since wars never stopped and clashes between two shinobi always semmed to spill over to civilians so kids in this world grow up quite quickly.
Just look at the original story, kids knew about love and romance by the time they were six, entering the Ninja Academy and Naruto Uzumaki was living alone by the age of five.
Compared to Naruto, Haruma cruised by life much better off.
Naruto really had nothing.
People drove him away everywhere he went—some using their words and others just staring at him with cold eyes.
If it weren't for the Third Hokage looking after him, Naruto probably would've ran away and eventually have been found by a rouge shinobi.
To be the Hokage's son and still grow up like that…
Haruma thought, If I were Naruto I'd have gone full villain already.
Even with a much better life than Naruto's, Haruma felt no real pull to the Hidden Leaf.Sure, he was born here. But his soul was that of a grown adult from another world.
And adults? Especially transmigrators? They're rarely saints, selfishness is in their nature.If the reward is big enough, Haruma knew he would burn down a thousand Hidden leafs to the ground.
Maybe that's why he awakened his devourer ability—to match his mindset.
"If I were the protagonist of a novel, I would be the joy and bane of the readers."Haruma thought, walking home with a bag of groceries and watching the villagers with his bored gaze.