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Naruto: Flawed Gamer

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Okay, so let's see. I have a nerfed version of the gamer with unbalanced and low stats. I am in Konoha at least two years before shit hits the fan... and I have no idea if this universe is the same as the one I know and love. Great! Oddly enough, I'm not that scared. Plz read authors note before reading the book
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Chapter 1 - 1

(IMPORTANT: PLEASE READ THE AUXILARY CHAPTER BEFORE READING THE BOOK)

Well, I died.

Just like that my existence was gone. The light faded from my sight and all I could now see was darkness. Well, how did I get here?

Well, my death wasn't really anyone's fault. Just handled very poorly. You see I had a little thing called tuberculosis and the doctors handled my tuberculosis poorly as covid really took the attention away from other patients and people were misdiagnosed including me. Anyways back on topic. Everyone I knew suffered both from loss and from financial stress. My continued "treatment" cost a lot of money and stress. When my friends came to see me I saw the pain in their eyes.

When my family came to see me I saw the burden in their eyes from working to make sure I lived. For five years I felt horrible for my continued existence. So to distract myself I delved into the world of video games. After my brother came to my hospital room bragging about the video games he played I asked for a cheap tablet. I then proceeded to play mobile games. Plague inc and clash of clans really saved my ass. But the ads sucked.

Normally I used an ad blocker but I couldn't afford one. I ended up getting an ad for a game called Naruto: Ultimate Ninja Storm. I had heard of the franchise before from my cousin but I was never big on watching tv. But I had nothing else to do... I pirated it.

Hey, I was dying, cut me some slack here! Anyways, for a while, I wasn't that interested. But around the arc of the chunin exams, that's when I became hooked. Seeing Orochimaru show up gave me tingles from excitement and fear. The man is a great bad guy. Sucks he turned good in the end

Anyways I kept watching until I finished the series. Never cared for boruto. Just didn't interest me

So I delved into different popular anime. Black clover. Hunter x Hunter. Jujutsu kaisen. Attack on Titan and Demon Slayer were some I loved. Nothing ever came close to naruto though. So once I ran out of things to watch I looked to the dark place.

Fanfiction.

What a horrible yet intriguing place. So much content. Some good. some bad. A little bit for everyone. I saw over 400k fanfiction for Naruto and I was delighted. To be honest I don't remember how I found the place. It was like it just appeared to me one day and that's it. But I loved the fact I was there. It was like heaven to someone like me who didn't have anything else.

I saw unspeakable things. Kushina x Gamabunta was one of them. Now I can understand some people are weird but come on Your shipping Kushina. Naruto's mother. With gamabunta a giant ass toad. But I digress. People like what they like and I'm not touching them with a 20-foot pole. There truly was no limit to the imagination of the human mind. Sickening that it sometimes maybe

So now this is what I did for five whole years. Until the day I died. These escape mechanisms helped me get through the sadness of the dwindling visits I got from friends and family. Life seemed to be a bitch to me.

Then one day I was told I was going to die in a few hours. "Fuck" I said. I had long accepted the idea of death by this point. What was I supposed to do? Cry and beg god for my life. Haha no, no, no I much rather enjoy my time watching cat videos on youtube. Sucks, my cat died before me. Though I imagined I would reincarnate somewhere after reading a few fanfics with that topic. Alas though I was living in reality not some thirteen-year-old's fanfiction they wrote out of boredom. Man that would suck

So I died. Surrounded by people who abandoned me for months to years. It didn't hurt much more than the constant pain I was already in. The light faded from my point of view and it began to feel like I was floating. My 16-year run of life wasn't that bad. It sorta was like sleep where you don't notice it but I did and it was just... How do I describe it? It was black but not really. Like I was in a coma. I couldn't feel anything either.

To be honest I was expecting something other than this. Even though I am a nonbeliever I expected literally anything other than darkness. Well, at least I could take solace in knowing my belief was right. Maybe this was good karma for never being an asshole about it

So I began thinking of random things to occupy my time. Like stories where I was a hero. Stories where I could be free like a bird. Ideas on what I'd do with my life. Maybe become an inventor. Try to recreate stuff from tv and movies. Start a family. Obviously, my ideas weren't original. I never really had anything original up my sleeve. I wasn't too creative when it came to original ideas. But no matter what I always enjoyed my new worlds. Worlds where I was a hero. The protagonist. Sadly my ideas only would last for so long before I got bored.

I constantly wondered if something was going to happen to me. My soul. Maybe I was in purgatory. Maybe I was in hell. At this point, I really was struggling to come up with anything to keep me occupied. It was just me and my thoughts all of the time. 24/7 Actually I really didn't know how much time had passed since I died. I know my family could be dead by now as well. That thought really bothered me. Nobody deserved to experience this... Well a lot of people did but this is torture I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.

All of my stories continued until a stray thought crossed my... I really didn't know if I had a mind anymore

'What if this is it? This is the rest of my mind until I disappear... or I don't'

The last part scared me. Being in this hellhole for all of eternity was just something I didn't want to happen

Alas, there was nothing I could do so I just continued to think of my little stories. The thought tucked into the corner of my mind

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You have been chosen.

"What?" I would have jumped... but I couldn't. I read the message in front of me. You have been chosen... Really? This sounds like a plot from crappy fan fiction. The words were on a screen that was black with white words. I stared at the screen, memorizing every little detail. There weren't many but it was color. Something I could see. I would have cried in joy but you know the drill.

Actually, what have I been chosen for? I asked myself. I looked at the screen again. White color bleeding into my line of sight. Suddenly I Was surrounded by white. I felt like I was on top of something soft. A bed perhaps? Maybe I just went into a coma. I hope whatever is listening that I'm not hallucinating now. I really couldn't do much if I was but I would have some very stern words with the void.

Suddenly white began to recede and it was replaced with color and my vision became blurry

"The patient is stable. It looks like he is waking up now ``said a voice. I Couldn't hear them all too well though. It sounded like I was alive. Thank something!

"Head trauma seems to have suddenly disappeared. We do not know why, ``another voice said. Their voice was clearer. They might have been a nurse. I didn't exactly know though as my vision wasn't the best. I was carted off to a hospital room it seems from the little noise I could hear

Suddenly I got bombarded with a bunch of different senses. The familiar smell of a hospital room. The sight of the white roof. It looked older though like it was built a long time ago. The sound of the iv drip and the walking of nurses and doctors around me. The touch of the bed I was in. I couldn't taste anything though. That made sense as I hadn't eaten in what felt like months. I tried to move. It hurt but I felt it. Pain

Pain felt nice now as it was something I hadn't felt in so long. Then I noticed something off. 'Why am I in the body of a child? And why don't I feel any pain in my lungs?' I asked myself as I felt smaller than before. Also the pain in my lungs from tuberculosis

Suddenly the door opened.

A doctor appeared.

"You're up I see. How are you feeling?" Asked the doctor. He looked to be older as was shown by his gray hair. He wore the typical scrubs of a doctor along with a white coat around him and his stethoscope around his neck

I tried to speak but my throat was dry. "Water please" I scratched out.

"Dry throat huh" The doctor poured me a glass of water. Conveniently there was a cup and a picture of ice water already nearby. Thankfully. He handed me the glass of water.

I drank the water slowly. I wanted to feel it run down my throat and into my stomach. The cool touch of the glass felt nice on my small hand. And my throat wasn't dry anymore. "Thank you. Anyways I am feeling fine. Just moving kind of hurts at the moment" I spoke politely. This doctor seemed kind so I wouldn't be an insufferable asshole. I flexed my hands feeling them move felt incredible.

"I see the pain should subside soon. Is there anything you need to ask me before you are released? You seem to be fine but I need to make sure before we release you" The doctor asked. It seemed I was good to go but I did need to ask a few things first.

"I know I am in a hospital. But where am I? And do I have any family?" I asked. It's right to ask these since I didn't know anything about who I apparently was now. It seemed I reincarnated into a child though. Oh well best not think about that too much

"Memory loss huh? Makes sense" I heard the man mumble before clearing his throat. " It seems you have lost your memory. You are in Konohagakure. Your parents, unfortunately, died in the Kyuubi attack 10 years ago. They were good people" The doctor said, lowering his head at the last part. It seems like he knew them

Kyuubi attack? Konohagakure?... Holy mother fucking shit... NO NO NO OH HELL NO. I looked outside the window and saw four heads. The first Hokage through the fourth's head made of stone on the mountain. I really was reincarnated into the world of killers that have superpowers. I'm not overpowered as hell like Naruto or Sasuke. Hell, I'm likely not even in a clan. But... It was exciting as well. Who the fuck gets this opportunity? I couldn't waste this at all. "I see. Hey by chance, do you know if I'm enrolled in the academy and where I live?" I asked. I needed to know beforehand so I wouldn't be disappointed.

"I do but I think I will just hand you your file instead this will help you and maybe help recover your memory," The doctor said. He handed me a few papers as he got up and walked toward the door. "Your clothes are at the end of your bed and you will be discharged in an hour" He finished closing the door to give me some privacy. I looked toward the end of my bed.

There was a pair of gray pants and a black T-shirt. Simple but nice. I quickly put them on. "This feels weird," I said to myself. I wasn't used to being 10 again. It was weird but I would make do. I needed to go home and plan my next course of action. It didn't seem like I had any bullshit bloodline or the gamer. I looked at the mirror that was here for whatever reason I had short brown hair and blue eyes. Nothing new there. I literally looked like myself in my past life when I was 10 just without glasses

I looked at my file. It stated where I lived which was by the academy. Hell even had a number for the apartment. It seems someone lived a decent life. I opened the window and smelt the clean air. It had a nice scent. Again something I hadn't felt in a long ass time. It wasn't polluted like the air I knew back at my home...

'Now that I think about it. About my family. I hope they're doing well and hopefully they're debt-free now' I thought, wishing my family well. They deserved to be stress-free.

My door opened after five minutes. "Good, you're ready to leave. Now you're free to go" A nurse said, closing the door.

I finally got out of bed and I realized something ' I fucking forgot how to walk' It was truly disturbing. How long had it truly been since I had walked last? I decided to make the bed before leaving. Making people's lives easier in small ways was something people should strive to do when possible. I then carefully opened and closed the door on my way out. I didn't want to disturb other patients.

Walking through the hallway was surreal. I was walking again. Without aid. It was incredible! I felt my mouth contort into a grin of pure joy. As soon as I left the hospital I would be doing an array of things. Mainly strenuous things as for nearly five years I couldn't do shit.

I opened the final door blocking me from my freedom. I needed to finish looking at my file first.

Kukui tanku.

Class 3

Placement. 27th.

Grades.

Taijutsu: 53%

Ninjutsu: 56%

Genjutsu: 77%

"These grades are horrible," I said to myself. Damn, I sucked in everything other than genjutsu... the only part of the ninja arts I know nothing about. Great. All I needed to do was increase my skills- I was interrupted by a Scroll appearing in front of me. Hovering.

'Holy shit' I opened it and it contained nothing. It seemed like I was the only one who could see this. I needed to see what I had but first, I needed to go to my apartment building. Can't risk people seeing this. If this is as overpowered as I think it will be then I'm in for a fun time soloing Madara with my finger and Kaguya with a single punch. But I couldn't be too sure at this point. I only had a skills screen and it was empty.

I Stretched. I didn't want to go back to the hospital already after just getting out. I needed to make sure my muscles were fine just in case I didn't have gamer's body. I began running. It felt awkward to run after so long at first but after so long it was exhilarating to run again. To feel my lungs work at their full potential. To feel the air rush past me as I ran. And the best part? I felt free. Even though my legs were hurting I had to hold back the urge to scream I'm alive at the top of my lungs. It truly was an incredible experience.

My legs were burning but I didn't care. I felt alive. It truly felt like was as healthy as a horse. I stopped. I needed to quickly take a breather. My legs may be fine but I still need to breathe. I then heard a ping. *PING* and that scroll from before appearing again and opening in front of me

New skill acquired: Running level 1:

When activated this skill increases running speed by 5%

Cost: 10 energy points per second)

"Holy shit," I said. Both in reference to my new skill and to its drawbacks and to the fact my legs were now killing me. Running could level up. This opened up so much. Was there a max level? Could my stat increase be infinite? Could the cost be decreased? Actually speaking of its cost. It costs energy points.

'Stats?' I thought, although it sounded like a question in my mind.

Suddenly another screen appeared in front of me.

Kukui tanku

Title: Academy student

Energy points 100/100

chakra points 30/30

Strength: 2

Dexterity:4

Constitution: 6

Chakra: 3

Chakra control. C]

My jaw gaped. This wasn't what I was expecting. No hp to take advantage of. No Intelligence or wisdom either... I got a nerfed gamer system. Fuck. It looked like I wasn't going to be able to pull any stupid suicide moves and be able to regenerate. *Sigh* 'Of course it wouldn't be easy. Nothing is going to be easy, sadly. My stats are expected to be low but I mean come on I'm this weak. I had little strength and I had barely any chakra. I'm not going to be a juggernaut any time soon. That's fine though. My other stats looked normal for beginners. Chakra control seemed to be higher than it should be. It should start off at a lower tier but hey I'm not complaining. Also no gamer's mind or body yay me

I finished running home with much pain in my legs. I realized I had no key. I dug into my pockets and thankfully it was there along with a wallet. I turned the key. My apartment was bare. No decorations to speak of. It was a yellow room with a hallway leading into other rooms. Well, home is home and it's unlikely I'm getting anything better for a long time. Hell, it could take years. I don't even know how good I could get with my gamer system. I really needed to cook something to eat. Now.

I looked into my fridge and saw not much. Milk. Eggs. Butter. Water. and various assortments of meat and veggies. I looked into my cupboards and saw I had rice, soy sauce, and bread. Well Might as well throw something together real quick

Quickly I began boiling a pot of water and rice. I didn't care if it was midday. I was making breakfast. Once the rice was almost done I began making some eggs and I put two slices of bread in the oven. I apparently didn't have a toaster. Getting one wasn't necessary but damn would it have been less of a pain in the ass to have one.

I saw a scroll appear once the meal was done.

New skill acquired: Cooking level 1(passive)

Increases the quality of food made by 5%

Apparently, this was a passive skill. I now had time to think as I was eating. 'Okay so let's see, I have a nerfed version of the gamer with unbalanced and low stats. I am in Konoha at least two years before shit hits the fan... and I have no idea if this universe is the same as the one I know and love. Great! Oddly enough I'm not that scared

There were like 5 or 6 years before pain. I needed to prepare for him. Then there was Obito, Madara, Black zetsu, and Kaguya. I needed to take down Obito. Actually, there was kabuto. either kill or maim him enough so he can't use Edo Tensei. No kabuto. No Madara. Though I would love to meet the man. These were later problems though. I needed to worry about sooner events. Like Orochimaru. I shivered a bit at the thought of him. Meeting him personally... yeah no that would suck. There was the possibility I get branded with a curse mark but that would be unlikely as Sasuke is the one he wants.

Then there is the issue of gaara. I'm... letting Naruto take care of him... wait Naruto.

This could be a universe where minato survived. He couldn't talk no jutsu gaara then... fuck that makes life harder. But if not... no I'm here for some reason I might as well do my best to fix shit. I could befriend naruto. Speaking of friends what the fuck am I going to do about that. I'm mentally 16 and I'm going to be in class with 10-year-olds... Maybe I could talk to Shikamaru. I would have to wait and see though later.

So much to worry about. But so little time to actually prepare. Fuck' "Maybe I should just become a bad guy. They seem to have it easier..." I mumbled. No, it would just be wrong for me to do so. It wouldn't feel right to me.

I realized I was finished with my food. It was okay but I wouldn't complain.

'Maybe I should try to see if I could go to the academy. It most likely wasn't over for the day yet. Any info I could get would be valuable.

The academy was close by. Just a block away so I don't see why I shouldn't try.

I put my dirty dishes in the sink and quickly cleaned up. Couldn't let my apartment become dirty. Then I left my apartment for the first time. I decided to run there. It wouldn't be too long of a run there and leveling up running would be awesome.

As I approached the academy I realized the building's sheer size. It was fucking huge. I entered and made my way up to the third floor. I found room B and knocked on it

"Come in" I heard the voice of iruka say from the other side of the door. I began to feel nervous. I didn't know if I could actually do this. Being in public wasn't my favorite thing in the world 'Ah fuck it I'm trying to become strong. Can't let fear consume me' I thought turning the knob

"Hey looks like the loser is back already" I heard someone howl. It was kiba. He looked younger than he did in part one. This confirmed that I was a few years before canon and inside naruto's class.

"Kiba, be nice. Kukui just returned from the hospital. It's a miracle he is already back in class." Iruka scolded the inuzuka.

I looked around and picked out the people I recognized. From I'm totally not lonely, Naruto to I'm a prick Kiba.

"Anyways, welcome back kukui-kun. We were just about to go outside when you arrived," Iruka told me. Well, fuck there goes that plan.

"Aww, lucky. Why does he get to not sit through your boring lectures, Iruka sensei?" Asked one hyperactive blond.

"Because he had a serious injury and he couldn't make it to class for a whole week" Iruka scolded. This time Naruto was on the receiving end of the metaphorical stick. Honestly watching this made reality sink in a little bit more. I was in what was supposed to be someone's random idea they wrote and it became popular. But these were really people. Emotions and all. It really makes you think about what truly is and isn't alive.

"Okay, Iruka sensei," Naruto grumbled. He was mad I missed out on knowledge that I could really use. And based on how naruto was acting I could tell he was still an orphan. This made things both easier and harder.

"Alright now that that's solved we are going to be doing the standard routine today," Iruka said." I realized I had no idea what it was but I was too afraid to ask

I then realized we had to do physical exercise. Please don't be lifting weights I thought before leaving the classroom with the rest of my new class.