Dead Realm – The Higher Plane
Far removed from the grief-stricken world below, an endless void stretched across eternity. Darkness and light danced together in silence, neither winning nor losing. Here, time flowed differently. Souls drifted aimlessly, unanchored and unknowing—until two faint glimmers began to move toward each other.
No eyes could see them, yet something in the fabric of this plane responded to their presence. The souls drew closer, circling each other, their motion instinctive and intimate—two halves of the same whole, recognizing one another beyond time and death.
Above them, a boy watched. No older than eleven, he stood barefoot in the air, robes flowing around him like wind-touched water. His eyes, ancient and deep, bore the weight of countless centuries.
He raised a single finger and uttered a phrase no mortal ear could comprehend: "#$%^%$$)*$&^%$#."
It was the divine tongue—known only to the few who dwelled in this high realm. The command pulsed through existence, summoning forth a radiant throne behind him, his form shimmered… and split.
Two 11-year old boys emerged- eerily alike, their eyes glowing with ethereal energy. In front of them, the twin souls had begun to stir.
The one of the Two 11-year old boys flicked his finger again.
The twin souls shuddered… then reignited, Awareness flickered like candlelight in their eyes..
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Asher's POV – Realm Beyond Life
I tried to open my eyes—only to shut them again as a blinding light pierced through. It wasn't sunlight. It was something more intense, more divine. I blinked several times, letting my eyes slowly adjust to the overwhelming brightness that surrounded me. The moment I could see clearly, a strange realization washed over me like a wave.
I was dead.
Somehow, I just knew. The last thing I remembered was being on the school bus with Liam lying unconscious on my lap. There had been blood, screams, flashing lights. The paramedics had rushed in and pulled him from my arms, their voices urgent but distant. And then… nothing.
A strange calm settled over me as I thought of Liam. I had hoped—still hoped—that he made it. That the doctors had done what they said they could. That he was still alive. That my sacrifice hadn't been in vain.
A sigh escaped my lips, a mixture of longing and uncertainty. I couldn't know for sure, not from this place—this… void. I looked around.
I was standing in what looked like space, yet it wasn't cold. There were no stars, only soft shimmers and occasional flashes of cosmic light far off in the distance. Time felt like it had slowed to a crawl—as if everything moved at the pace of a snail's breath. I could hear nothing, yet feel everything. It was peaceful. Still. But also, deeply unsettling.
And then I saw him.
A boy stood some distance ahead of me. He looked no older than eleven, yet everything about him screamed otherwise. His white hair shimmered like moonlight, streaked with crimson strands that flickered like living fire. His eyes were calm—too calm—and glowed with something ancient. His presence felt… absolute.
He stared at me with a neutral expression, as though he had been expecting me.
After a few moments of silence, I gathered enough courage to speak. "Are you… also dead?"
The boy didn't answer immediately. Instead, he tilted his head and then let out a sudden, mad laugh—a laugh that shattered the stillness around us. The space cracked like glass around him, fissures stretching across the void. The very ground beneath me trembled, and I dropped to my knees, clutching my head in disorientation.
Then, just as suddenly as it began, the chaos faded. The cracks vanished as though they had never been. The stillness returned.
"I control life, death, creation and destruction, time and space… in this place," he said calmly, as though nothing had happened.
I stared at him, heart racing. At first, I thought he was joking. But the tremble in my bones—the feeling of being reduced to nothing in his presence—told me otherwise. I shoved that doubt deep into the back of my mind and forced myself to stay calm. I couldn't afford to anger someone like him.
He took a step closer and continued, "I brought you here."
"What?" I blinked, surprised. "You… brought me here? Why?"
The boy smiled, almost playfully. "Because I'm bored."
"…Excuse me?" I wasn't sure if I'd heard that right.
"I've watched countless lives, witnessed entire civilizations rise and fall. But now, I want entertainment. And you… you'll be part of it," he said, sitting cross-legged in the air like a child during storytime.
"You mean… you brought me here just because you're bored?" I asked, unsure whether to be scared or offended.
"Exactly. And now, I'm going to reincarnate you—into a world of your choice."
That startled me. "Wait. Reincarnate? You mean… like in those anime and manga stories?"
"Yes," he nodded. "You choose the world, and I'll send you there."
My mind raced. If he could bring me here, he could probably send me back—or erase me entirely. I had no power in this place. I needed to choose wisely.
I closed my eyes and thought deeply. After a few moments, I said cautiously, "I'd like to go to the Naruto world."
The boy raised an eyebrow. "Oh! Interesting choice. You've chosen a mid-to-high level world. That place is… familiar. One of my creations, Shiba Ōtsutsuki, stole a sliver of my power and used it to shape that universe."
He frowned, a rare crack in his otherwise calm demeanor. "That theft… was a nuisance," he muttered.
I froze. Shiba Ōtsutsuki? Who was that? I'd never even heard of him. All I knew was that Kaguya Ōtsutsuki was the final boss in Naruto. What kind of story wasn't I told?
The boy stood again and extended his hand toward the cosmos. "Let's see. Hm… there's currently a branch clan member of the Ōtsutsuki terrorizing the ninja world. That'll make things interesting. Very well, I'll send you to the Naruto world."
I felt a sudden pang of regret. If I had known this was going to be that complicated, maybe I would've picked a slice-of-life world. But it was too late now.
"There's no point crying over it," I told myself. "I just need to survive. But if I'm going into that world, I'll need something… powerful. A cheat. No, several cheats."
The boy looked at me, amused, as if he could read my thoughts. "You get to choose one special ability. Choose wisely, because the world you've picked is not forgiving."
I took a breath and began thinking seriously. What kind of ability would keep me alive in the Naruto world? Something beyond chakra, something that could rival Ōtsutsuki…
The choices were endless—and terrifying.
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