In the world of Naruto, Konoha Village.
The sunset bathed the Ninja School in its warm glow, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and elegance.
But among them, there was one child who seemed out of place.
"Clone Jutsu!"
Whoosh!
After a puff of white smoke, no clone appeared at all.
"Failed again..."
A slight bitter smile appeared on Shigure's face.
It had been a few years since he arrived in this world.
This was the world of ninjas, and Shigure had once dreamed of becoming a genius, making a stunning debut, and dominating the ninja world.
But in reality, his body found it very difficult to extract chakra, let alone practice ninjutsu.
The amount of chakra he possessed was only a fraction of what other children his age had. As for ninjutsu, he couldn't even manage to perform the most basic techniques, no matter how hard he tried.
"Although if I only train physical skills, there are also powerful forbidden techniques like the Eight Gates Ninjutsu, which could even defeat Madara in his Six Paths form, but what I want is not fleeting glory, but eternal glory," Shigure muttered, staring at the sky with a hint of bitterness.
God, could you stop toying with me like this!
"Unfortunately, the Second Ninja World War will break out in two years at the latest. By that time, even Genin, Chuunin, and Jonin will not be able to protect themselves."
Shigure sighed again. The time he was living in was the night before the Second Ninja World War, which was a terrible period to be alive.
He was only eight years old now.
But he didn't have much time left.
In two years, without proper self-defense abilities, he was almost destined to become cannon fodder in the Second Ninja World War.
Shigure didn't want to be cannon fodder.
"Forget it, don't overthink it. Let's go to the back mountain and continue practicing Taijutsu. Even though practicing Ninjutsu is hard, I can't just give up."
Shigure shook his head and discarded the thoughts in his mind before standing up and walking towards the forest behind the school.
As he walked down the path, some of the ninja school students occasionally stared at him strangely.
"I heard that guy hasn't mastered any ninjutsu."
"I'm afraid he won't even pass the graduation exam in the future."
"As expected, people from small ninja villages will never be compared to geniuses like us who were born in Konoha."
A burst of discussion followed, accompanied by several condescending glances.
Shigure just closed his eyes to this.
A bunch of kids. When the Second Ninja World War starts in two years, they'll know what it means to cry.
But honestly, my luck wasn't that great.
It would have been fine if he came to this world and became a Konoha ninja. Shigure didn't even want to be a member of the Senju or Uchiha clans... at least he could have a normal family.
But in reality, he didn't even have a home!
Shigure wasn't born in Konoha but came from a small ninja village.
That small ninja village had been destroyed by the Sand Village, one of the Five Great Shinobi Countries. Shigure might be the only one who survived. He was found by Konoha ninjas and brought back to Konoha.
People from other villages, even though they were still children, were not accepted in Konoha and were looked down upon everywhere.
But Shigure had long gotten used to it.
Upon arriving in the forest behind the school, Shigure walked over to a wooden pole.
There was a clear dent at the top of the pole, caused by countless side kicks and punches, little by little!
Although he didn't have the talent to practice ninjutsu, Shigure never thought of giving up.
Looking at the bandages on his hands and feet, Shigure took a deep breath and suddenly kicked, landing in the groove of the wooden pole.
"One, two, three... thirty-five, thirty-six..."
Sweat poured down like rain.
Soon, a tremendous sense of fatigue spread throughout his body, especially around his ankles. Gradually, pain, soreness, and swelling began to set in.
But Shigure didn't stop; instead, he gritted his teeth and kept going.
In the almost dark and quiet place, Shigure was practicing Taijutsu alone. He couldn't practice ninjutsu, so the only direction he could develop was Taijutsu, and he had to work several or even dozens of times harder than the other children his age.
Huff! Huff!!
Gradually, Shigure's breath became more labored, his clothes soaked with sweat, even dripping onto the ground.
Finally, when his legs started to go numb and he could barely stand, Shigure stopped.
"Rest. Next, I'll do 500 straight punches, then 200 side kicks..."
Shigure sat down to rest for a moment, looking at the last rays of the sunset in the sky, a slight sense of relaxation on his face.
How nice it would be to do this every day, enjoying the beautiful scenery after practice, but alas, the Second Ninja World War, the Third Ninja World War, the Fourth Ninja World War... With so many crises ahead, it's impossible to relax.
Just as Shigure was resting and about to get up to practice again, he suddenly screamed in shock.
Because he noticed that when the last light of the sunset fell from the sky, it seemed to cast a strange shadow in a direction within the forest.
What is that?!
A curious expression appeared on Shigure's face.
The shadow earlier wasn't big, like an apple. Could there be another delicious fruit in this forest?
With curiosity, Shigure slowly walked toward it.
The sky gradually darkened. Shigure took out his ninja tool to light up the area and continued walking forward. After walking for a while, Shigure stopped in front of some bushes. His expression suddenly turned grim, as if he had seen a ghost.
Ding!!!
He was so shocked that the light in his hand fell to the ground.
The light went out, and darkness enveloped the place.
"This... this..."
Shigure immediately crouched down, groping around several times, then picked up the light again and directed it at the object in the grass.
His expression remained flat.
Finally, Shigure carefully extended his hand and took the object from the bushes.
It was a fruit that looked strange. If someone from the Naruto world saw it, they wouldn't know what it was and might discard it, thinking it was a poisonous fruit. But Shigure was different. As a former anime fan, Shigure recognized it at first glance.
Devil Fruit!
"How could this thing appear in the Naruto world?!"
Looking at the beautifully crafted Devil Fruit in his hand, which didn't seem fake at all, Shigure's face darkened.
It didn't make sense!
Could it really be some kind of poisonous fruit that just happened to grow like this?
This thought crossed his mind.
But Shigure quickly shook his head.
There was no other explanation because it was so similar, so similar that it didn't feel fake from any angle.