Chapter 1
What would you do if you were given a chance to live in another universe? And the cherry on top? The concept of power exists. Well... I am currently experiencing that right now.
Let me introduce myself. My name is Clyde Cristopher III Amorsolo, a student at UP before I was transported to this world. I was just a normal civilian—well, maybe a little above average compared to the rest. The reason? I was born into a wealthy family. You could say I had a silver platter handed to me from birth. I could get anything I wanted, buy anything easily, and I didn't even need to study too hard to secure a degree. After all, my family was rich.
But that's where you'd be wrong.
Why do you think my family is wealthy? The reason is simple: I was born into a lineage of doctors, lawyers, soldiers, and engineers. My life was actually enjoyable. I had a lot of friends, from the richest of the rich to the poorest of the poor. I traveled from place to place, donating and helping charities. Despite having all the money in the world, I believed in giving back.
But let's cut to the chase.
The reason I am here is because I died.
It wasn't some supernatural force, a divine calling, or even some fantastical accident. No. It was the result of a brutal, cruel reality.
I was driving in the province of Mindanao, heading back home after a charity event when my car was ambushed. Men with guns blocked the road, demanding my surrender. And I knew exactly what they wanted—to take me as a hostage for ransom. But I wasn't about to let that happen.
I reached for my gun. Yes, I had one. I had trained in the military before, and I wasn't a stranger to firearms. I fought back, shooting and eliminating as many as I could. But that wasn't the reason I died.
No, the real reason I died was cancer. A terminal illness that had been slowly eating away at my body for years. One of the reasons I dedicated myself to charity work, helping kids and the elderly, was because of this illness. My family wasn't exactly... clean. There were things in our past I wanted to atone for, and I hoped that by helping others, I could lessen my karma.
Still, even with the loneliness and the emptiness that sometimes gnawed at me, I enjoyed my life to the fullest.
And then I died.
When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't in a hospital or some divine afterlife. No, the first thing I saw was chaos.
Buildings crumbling. Fires raging. The sounds of screaming civilians filled the air as giant claws tore through the village. The very ground trembled beneath me.
It took me a moment to register what was happening, but then it hit me—
The Nine-Tails was attacking the village.
My heart almost stopped. I wasn't just reincarnated anywhere. I was in the Naruto universe, witnessing one of the most catastrophic events in Konoha's history.
I looked down at my tiny hands, at the small, fragile body I now inhabited. My reflection in a shattered piece of glass confirmed it—I was no longer Clyde Cristopher III Amorsolo.
I was Yuri Shinto.
A small child with black hair, pale skin, and dark eyes. My appearance alone made me question if I had some hidden Uchiha blood. I wouldn't even be surprised if I woke up one day and awakened the Sharingan.
But there was no time for theories. The scene before me was pure horror.
Civilians were crying, their lives torn apart in an instant. Corpses littered the streets—men, women, children. Shinobi fought with everything they had, desperately trying to contain the destruction. I saw ANBU operatives zipping through the battlefield, trying to direct survivors to safety.
And then, in the distance, I saw him.
The Fourth Hokage. Minato Namikaze.
He was facing off against the monstrous fox, moving faster than my eyes could track. I felt like I was watching history unfold, and a deep sense of awe filled me. But that feeling quickly faded when I realized something else—
If this was happening, it meant one thing.
Naruto Uzumaki was being born at this very moment.
And in just a few hours, Minato and Kushina would be dead.
I was still in shock, unable to process everything that was happening. Was this my karma? Was I supposed to suffer in this world as punishment?
Hours passed, and finally, the chaos died down. The beast was sealed away, and the village was left in ruins. I was found by a ninja—one of the many shinobi working to rescue and evacuate civilians.
He carried me to safety, but I barely registered what was happening. My mind was still trying to grasp my new reality.
Then, the news came.
The Fourth Hokage was dead.
The village mourned, cries of sorrow and despair echoing through the ruins. Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki had sacrificed themselves to save everyone.
And me? I just stood there, dumbstruck. I had no idea what my future held. No family, no direction—just a child lost in the chaos.
Well... now I was an orphan.
Not like I had a choice.
Chapter End.