[A/N – What You're About to Read:
This is not a story about someone born special.
This is not about being chosen.
This is about Raika — a poor orphan girl, born again with a modern mind, no chakra yet, and a survival rate barely better than her diet.
Her only goal right now?
Activate chakra. Join the Academy. Eat.
Void? Powers? Secrets? Later.
Right now, it's just dirt, desperation, and sarcastic realism.
Dying isn't as dramatic as I thought.]
When I first woke up in this world, it wasn't peaceful. No warm cradle. No nostalgic realization of chakra flowing through me. Just pain. Dirt. And hunger.
This wasn't the Leaf Village. Not yet. This was somewhere on the outskirts, Fire Country territory, but barely maintained. I was a civilian orphan, the kind nobody looked at twice. If it weren't for the small scroll I found near a burned camp—the only thing that mentioned chakra—I'd still be scrounging for leftovers like a rat.
But here's the catch: I remember another life. Vaguely. Bits and pieces. Enough to know that chakra shouldn't behave the way mine does. That the world I'm in is the Naruto universe. And that if I want to survive, I can't play by their rules. I have to make my own.
I learned to feel chakra by copying leaf concentration exercises I read about in that half-burned scroll. It wasn't graceful. It was desperation. I wasn't trying to awaken some great destiny—I just didn't want to starve. Every time I focused, the chakra wouldn't spiral the way the scroll described. It didn't rise. It didn't burn. It sank. Like it was folding in on itself.
I pressed my palm to the ground. Dirt shifted. Not like earth manipulation—but like the terrain got... soft. Not melted, not pushed. Just... wrong. That's when he appeared.
A tall man with long white hair. Sandals. A scroll on his back. And a grin that said he didn't believe what he was seeing.
"You did that?" he asked, pointing to the shallow crater under my hand.
I wiped my nose with my sleeve and stared up. "Yeah. Was trying to concentrate my chakra. Why? You here to steal it?"
He barked a laugh. "You've got guts, kid. Name's Jiraiya."
"The pervert Sannin?" It slipped out before I could stop it.
He froze. "What did you just—"
"I mean... legendary ninja with a respectable literary background?"
His eye twitched. "Tch. Close enough."
He stared at me for a moment longer, then knelt. "You have chakra control. Raw, unstable, but it's there. Most civilians never awaken it. Who taught you?"
I shrugged. "Nobody. I found a scroll. It burned halfway through. Just copied the exercise."
He looked genuinely stunned. "You're not from a clan. No teacher. No training. And yet you awakened chakra on your own?"
I nodded. "I just wanted food. They said if you become a shinobi, you get paid. So..."
Jiraiya blinked. "Well damn. That's the most honest reason I've ever heard."
He stood and offered his hand. "Come with me. I'll feed you. Teach you. You've got potential, and Konoha might actually be lucky to have you."
I hesitated.
Then I took it.
And the ground beneath us folded inward.
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