Birth in a World of Storms
The first thing he felt was cold.
Not metaphorical cold. Not emotional cold.
Real, biting cold that scraped against his skin like invisible needles.
His lungs burned as air forced its way into him, dragging him screaming into existence. The sound startled him, his voice, thin and raw, echoing against stone walls and canvas flaps.
It didn't sound like the cry of a newborn hero. It sounded weak. Fragile.
So this is how it starts…
Memory came flooding back in jagged fragments.
A bedroom lit by a phone screen at 2 a.m.
Naruto reruns playing quietly.
A final thought
If I were born there, I'd do it better.
Then darkness.
And now
Rough hands lifted him, turning him over. A woman's voice muttered something sharp and irritated in a language he understood instinctively, though he had never learned it beyond pronunciation.
"Kumo territory… during a war? Tch."
Another voice male, tired, edged with tension.
"No chakra signature. Not even a civilian's trace."
The words hit him harder than the cold.
No Chakra, eh?
That wasn't possible.
Even civilians had chakra. Every human in the Naruto world did it was a basic life force, circulating through the body even if they couldn't mold it.
Panic bloomed, hot and choking.
Check again. Please. Check again.
Hands pressed against his tiny chest.
Fingers brushed his forehead. A pulse of something Chakra washed over him, invasive and overwhelming.
His instincts screamed, but his body couldn't react.
Silence followed.
"…Nothing," the woman finally said. "He's blank."
A pause.
"So he's useless to the village."
The word landed like a verdict.
Useless.
The man hesitated. "He's still a child sir ."
"And we're in the middle of the Second Great Ninja War," she snapped. "We don't carry liabilities."
For a moment, he thought they might kill him.
The logic was cold, but he understood it. Ninja villages were not kind places.
Resources were stretched thin. Compassion was a luxury.
Instead, he was wrapped in coarse cloth and placed into a basket.
"Drop him at the outer orphanage," the man said quietly. "If he survives, he survives."
If.
The basket moved. The cold faded, replaced by the distant rumble of thunder.
And somewhere deep inside his mind, something ancient and patient stirred.
A System Awakening
He didn't open his eyes right away.
He didn't need to.
Words appeared not spoken, not written, but known.
[Summoning System Initializing…]
[Host Soul Verified: Extra-Universal Origin Confirmed]
[Chakra Pathways: Nonexistent]
[Alternate Energy Authorization Granted]
[System Status: Dormant]
If he had been able to smile, he would have but he did funny noise since he was still in an undeveloped body.
Of course I don't have chakra, he thought with grim amusement. That would be too easy.
The system didn't explain itself yet . It didn't flood him with tutorials or promises of instant godhood.
It simply waited and so did he.
The Orphanage on the Edge of Lightning
The orphanage sat far from the heart of Kumogakure, perched on the rocky outskirts where the land gave way to jagged cliffs and storm-wracked plains. It was older than the war and built from dark stone reinforced with iron bands, as if expecting to be struck by lightning at any moment.
Which, in the Land of Lightning, was not paranoia.
He was given no name.
Names were for children expected to live.
The caretaker, an older woman named Misa, took him in with tired eyes and practiced motions. She didn't coo or smile. She checked his breathing, his heartbeat, his reflexes.
Then she frowned.
"No Chakra hm," she muttered.
The word spread quickly.
The other caretakers avoided him. Some whispered that he was cursed. Others said he was a stubborn stillborn that refused to die. A few, more religious than fearful, believed he was a punishment sent by the Storm God.
Misa simply sighed and fed him.
"He didn't ask to be born," she said once, when another caretaker suggested sending him away again. "And if the lightning takes him, it won't be because of us."
So he stayed.
Growing Without Power
He grew slowly.
Not unnaturally so, just carefully.
As an infant, he noticed things no baby should. The way chakra felt when shinobi passed nearby like pressure changes in the air, like static crawling over skin he couldn't feel.
The way children his age glowed faintly, an inner warmth he utterly lacked.
When other toddlers stumbled and fell, chakra cushioned them unconsciously.
When he fell, he bled almost immediately.
By the time he was three, he understood the truth, He was an anomaly like rock Lee but worse .
The world ran on chakra. Ninja techniques, physical enhancement, even basic health were subtly reinforced by it.
Without chakra, his body was fragile. Slow to heal. Vulnerable to illness.
And the children noticed.
They didn't bully him outright not at first. Kumogakure valued strength, yes, but it also valued discipline.
Open cruelty was punished by those in charge .
Instead, they excluded him.
Training games didn't include him. Sparring exercises "accidentally" left him behind.
When instructors came to test aptitude, they skipped him without comment.
He watched everything from the sidelines.
And he learned.
Inside, he was anything but helpless.
He remembered Naruto, all of it.
The wars.
The power systems.
The volatile politics.
The mistakes characters made because they lacked information.
He remembered what chakra should feel like. How it flowed. How it was shaped.
And more importantly he remembered that chakra was not the only power in existence.
Sage energy.
Natural forces.
Foreign systems.
And Summoning.
Every summon in Naruto required chakra.
But his system didn't.
At age four, during a thunderstorm that rattled the orphanage walls, the system spoke again.
[Dormant Restrictions Lifted: Basic Interface Accessible]
[Host Age Requirement Met]
His heart raced..
Finally.
The interface was simple.
A void-like space containing three locked panels.
[Summons – Locked]
[Items – Locked]
[Contracts – Locked]
Below them, a single line of text:
[Requirement to Unlock: Personal Power Source Established]
He stared at it for a long time.
No chakra. No access.
Then another line appeared, slower.
[Alternate Path Detected: Willpower]
[Suffering Threshold: Adequate]
The system did not comfort him.
It evaluated him.
And then..
[Initiating First Trial…]
The trial wasn't flashy.
No illusions. No monsters.
It was just raw pain.
A pressure built inside his chest, deep and relentless, as if something invisible was trying to carve channels through his body where none existed. He collapsed,screaming , as the sensation intensified.
Caretakers rushed in. Misa held him, shouting for help.
But no chakra flowed to soothe him.
The pain lasted hours.
Then days.
Fever burned him alive from the inside. His muscles spasmed. His vision blurred.
And through it all, the system observed.
[Willpower Sustained]
[Host Refusal to Die: Noted]
[4sp has been rewarded ]
On the seventh day, the pain stopped.
He woke up weak but alive.
Something invisible settled into place, like a foundation laid beneath a house yet to be built.
[Personal Energy Core: Established]
[Type: Summoner's Anchor]
[Summons Panel: Unlocked]
[4sp Available]
He laughed until he cried.
He waited weeks before trying, not because the system demanded it but because he was afraid of the potential fallout..
What if he summoned something uncontrollable?
What if Kumogakure noticed?
He chose carefully, reminding himself not to expect plot armor to fix shit.
Late at night, alone in the storage shed, he whispered the command.
Summon.
4 system points were deducted..
.First Summon: Elektra Natchios
(Street Level)
The summoning circle never glowed.
It didn't flare with chakra or distort space violently. Instead, reality folded inward, like fabric pinched between invisible fingers.
She appeared kneeling.
Red armor, muted, worn, stripped of any symbol. Twin sai crossed at her back. No supernatural aura. No mystical Hand resurrection.
Just a deadly human.
Her eyes opened immediately.
Sharp. Assessing and Dangerous.
She took in the small dark skinned boy standing before her without surprise, without mockery.
"…You're not who I expected," she said calmly.
The bond locked.
[Summon Confirmed]
[Entity: Elektra Natchios]
[Tier: Street-Level Assassin]
[Cost: 4 SP]
[Loyalty: Absolute but fully Self-Aware]
She bowed her head respectfully.
"You called," she said. "I answer."
He exhaled slowly.
"I don't have chakra," he told her. "I'm a child and I intend to survive a ninja war."
Elektra studied him for a long moment.
Then she smiled, faint, approving.
"Good," she said. "That means you'll listen."
What Elektra Brought (System Breakdown)
Passive Benefits While Summoned
Heightened danger awareness (non-chakra based)
Combat intuition through observation
Kill-zone spatial understanding
Active Training Capabilities
Silent movement and footwork
Anatomical strike precision (non-lethal and lethal)
Weapon discipline (short blades, improvised tools)
Psychological conditioning for killing restraint
Important Limitation
Elektra cannot overpower a ninja with chakra-enhanced strength.
Her value lies in technique, timing, and decision-making.
Which made her perfect for his current state .
...
Seven Years Old
By the time he turned seven, whispers followed him.
The chakra-less child who never got sick anymore.
The boy who learned too quickly.
The orphan who sometimes wasn't where he should be.
Kumogakure still didn't see him as a threat just as a lonely useless kid .
That would be their mistake.
Standing on the cliff overlooking the village, storm clouds rolling overhead, he clenched his small fists.
"This world runs on power," he murmured. "And I don't need chakra to claim mine."
Lightning split the sky.
And somewhere beyond the veil of reality, countless names waited to be called and countless items were waiting.