Death came far too quickly.
He—just an ordinary young man from Earth, a hobbyist engineer obsessed with improving human life—barely had time to react when his own invention exploded before his eyes. A machine designed to store energy without loss… ended up breaking him instead.
There was light. A deafening blast. And then, nothing.
Nothing… until he opened his eyes.
The first thing he felt was the cold. An unnatural cold clinging to his skin. Then came the pressure… some kind of dense liquid surrounding him completely. He tried to breathe, but his lungs refused. He tried to move, but he couldn't.
He was trapped.
It didn't take long for him to understand where he was:
A bag filled with fluid, hanging vertically like an artificial womb. He couldn't see much, only blurred silhouettes through the translucent membrane. Cables, tubes, flickering white lights… all wrapped in absolute silence.
The worst came next.
The first electric shock.
His entire body arched violently inside the capsule. He couldn't scream—the liquid silenced every sound. He could only feel the pain burning his skin, muscles, bones. Then came the needles. Substances injected directly into his system. Sensations he had no way to describe: scorching heat, absolute cold, internal pressure, tingling as if thousands of insects were biting him from the inside.
Day after day. Hour after hour. Minute after minute.
He had no idea how long he had been in there. His mind drifted between clarity and madness. At first he fought: he punched the membrane, kicked, tried to keep his consciousness awake. But time—and constant torture—finally broke him.
He gave up.
He stopped feeling hope.
Stopped thinking.
Stopped even remembering his name.
He simply… existed.
Suspended. Trapped. Suffering.
And then, one day—or night, he couldn't tell—something changed.
A sound.
The bag constricted.
The fluid began to drain.
The membrane opened like a torn wound. His body collapsed onto a cold metal surface, trembling, soaked, barely able to breathe.
He coughed. Inhaled real air. Coughed again, harder. Forced his eyes open.
And then he saw them.
A tall man, expressionless, sharp eyes shining with absolute authority.
A shorter, older man with light hair and glasses, observing him with a mixture of scientific interest and emotional distance.
Jigen.
Amado.
And beside them… another child, also just removed from a capsule, breathing heavily, just as confused as he was.
His heart froze for a moment.
No… it can't be…
Did I reincarnate?
In… the world of Boruto?
Jigen stepped forward. His shadow engulfed nearly his entire body.
"So this is the new subject…" Amado murmured, adjusting his glasses. "The experiment survived. Not bad… much better resistance than expected."
Jigen tilted his head slightly, examining him as if he were a freshly crafted tool.
"Stand up," he commanded, voice cold and sharp. "From now on… you will serve Kara."
He trembled. He couldn't respond. He couldn't even stand.
But that was the moment he understood the truth:
He had died on Earth.
Reincarnated as one of Amado's experiments.
And now he was trapped inside the most dangerous organization in the world: Kara.
And the worst part…
His suffering had only just begun.