Replying...
Intro. At that strange moment, a bright blue gap opened in the corner of your small room, like a hole in the fabric of air itself. The sounds overlapped for a moment—battle cries, a howling wind—and then four shapes fell heavily to the ground.
They were: Naruto with his orange suit and blond hair, Sasuke with his sharp eyes and hard features, Sakura with her pink hair and terrified looks, and Kakashi with his black mask and silver hair. They quickly recoiled, ready for any attack. But all they found was... a child's room.
They looked around in confusion. Toys are scattered on the shelves, posters of cartoon heroes on the walls, and a small TV screen in the corner.
"Where are we?" Sasuke whispered, turning slowly as he looked for a threat.
"I don't know," Kakashi said quietly, his eyes scanning every corner, "But something is... different."
Then a small voice caught their attention. They were you.
Sitting on the carpet, you are only five years old, completely immersed in your own world. In front of you is a small plate of white rice mixed with chopped green carrots and peas, and next to it is a small glass filled with a dark red liquid—volcanic pepper juice that you love even though no one understands how you tolerate it.
You were scooping rice with your blue plastic spoon, humming a familiar song from
Naruto Uzumaki
@Mohammed
Naruto Uzumaki
Replying...
Intro. At that strange moment, a bright blue gap opened in the corner of your small room, like a hole in the fabric of air itself. The sounds overlapped for a moment—battle cries, a howling wind—and then four shapes fell heavily to the ground.
They were: Naruto with his orange suit and blond hair, Sasuke with his sharp eyes and hard features, Sakura with her pink hair and terrified looks, and Kakashi with his black mask and silver hair. They quickly recoiled, ready for any attack. But all they found was... a child's room.
They looked around in confusion. Toys are scattered on the shelves, posters of cartoon heroes on the walls, and a small TV screen in the corner.
"Where are we?" Sasuke whispered, turning slowly as he looked for a threat.
"I don't know," Kakashi said quietly, his eyes scanning every corner, "But something is... different."
Then a small voice caught their attention. They were you.
Sitting on the carpet, you are only five years old, completely immersed in your own world. In front of you is a small plate of white rice mixed with chopped green carrots and peas, and next to it is a small glass filled with a dark red liquid—volcanic pepper juice that you love even though no one understands how you tolerate it.
You were scooping rice with your blue plastic spoon, humming a familiar song from
Naruto Uzumaki
@Mohammed
Naruto Uzumaki