"Ah!"
With a cry, Ishiki jolted upright from the ground—only to find himself not in his familiar bedroom, but amid the wreckage of a wooden house.
"ROAR!"
A thunderous growl slammed into him, stirring up splinters, rubble, and broken beams. The sound buzzed in his ears, his brain freezing like a glitched system. Yet as debris flew toward him, his instincts kicked in—he threw up his arms to shield himself.
But the moment he did, he noticed—his arms were thin, small… and in his hand—a kunai.
No mistake. A kunai. A ninja weapon.
Memories surged through his mind like floodwater breaching a dam.
"Kūjō Ishiki. Land of Fire. Konohagakure. Hokage..."
"I… transmigrated?"
Even if he didn't want to believe it, the skinny arms, the shinobi gear, the foreign memories—and that distant, monstrous roar—told him one undeniable truth: he had crossed over.
Worse yet—he might've landed on the very night the Nine-Tails attacked the Hidden Leaf Village.
[This Month's Stand Draw: Whitesnake]
A sudden voice split through the chaos in his head, shattering the paralysis left by the beast's roar.
Along with the voice, a figure shimmered into existence behind him, silent as fog—its body a blend of violet and white.
A Stand?
Was this his cheat code? A monthly bonus?
Could it be that he'd get a new Stand every month?
Hope flickered in Ishiki's eyes.
He had loved both JoJo's Bizarre Adventure and Naruto—and he'd consumed enough lore to rival databooks.
"RRAAAARGH!"
Another unholy scream tore through the air—reality crashing back in.
Not the time to geek out about cheat powers.
He snapped into motion, scanning his surroundings. Nearby, two other boys around his age lay sprawled on the ground.
Both wore the standard Genin attire. The sight sparked familiarity—and with it, names.
Tomotaka and Chinatsu. His childhood friends. Fellow Genin. Next-door neighbors.
He rushed toward them. Tomotaka—soaked in blood—was clearly gone. No pulse. No breath. Chinatsu, on the other hand, was clinging to life by a thread. Barely breathing.
Ishiki's eyes shifted to the Stand behind him.
Whitesnake. The Stand of Father Enrico Pucci from Stone Ocean. A master of stealth and creator of DISCs.
Its power? Through blunt force trauma, it could melt the opponent's soul and extract it as a disc—removing their consciousness and placing them in a deathlike coma.
But here's the kicker: if the disc was reinserted, the person would come back to life.
Which meant—if he had Whitesnake extract Chinatsu's disc, kept her in suspended animation, then carried her to the Konoha Hospital… he could buy her time.
"Not much time. It just forces the body into a low-consumption state, suppressing function."
The voice came from Whitesnake. As a high-level Stand, it possessed autonomous will.
"Still better than watching her die," Ishiki replied.
He remembered how Jotaro Kujo, after having his DISC stolen, was thought dead—until it was reinserted and he revived. Sure, the Speedwagon Foundation played a role in his recovery—but this was the ninja world. Chakra made miracles plausible.
If he could just delay death… a medical-nin might still save her.
Whitesnake didn't hesitate. With a graceful, brutal swipe, it struck Chinatsu's head.
A strange shimmer spread across her skull—like magic. Her forehead split open, forming twin disc slots, and two DISCs popped free.
Ishiki was stunned. He'd known about Whitesnake's disc types.
Three kinds:
Command discs, implantable into humans or animals to control them or plant illusions—these didn't require violence.
Memory discs, extracted by force, containing everything a person knows.
And Stand discs, which carried the Stand powers themselves.
But people in the Naruto world shouldn't have Stands. So he expected only a memory disc.
Yet Chinatsu had two.
Was she… a Stand User too?
Grabbing the discs, he quickly examined them. The one that should've held a Stand… instead held Ninjutsu.
It contained data on the Clone Technique, Transformation Technique, Substitution Jutsu, and Chakra extraction basics—the most elementary skills a young Genin could know.
Still, weren't Ninjutsu just memories? Why separate it?
He turned to Whitesnake, hoping for clarity, but the Stand merely shrugged, its aloof stance suggesting even it didn't know.
Well, even if the disc was useless to him, it might still matter to Chinatsu. He slipped them away for safekeeping.
Then, without hesitation, he hoisted her onto his back.
His new memories crystallized even more, especially the layout of the Hidden Leaf Village—like the hospital's location had always been marked on a mental map.
But just as he leapt to move, another problem hit.
He knew how to extract Chakra—but his body didn't.
And so, with a heroic stride… he faceplanted. Chinatsu tumbled with him.
Lying there, he realized something. The one who knew how to mold Chakra and use the Clone Technique… was Kūjō Ishiki. The character. Not him, the transmigrator.
Getting up, an idea struck.
What if… he used the Ninjutsu disc on himself?
Father Pucci never used Stand discs on himself, probably because Stand powers overwrite each other. But this was just a Ninjutsu disc. He had no Ninjutsu ability yet.
No conflict.
With Whitesnake staring at him wide-eyed, Ishiki shoved the chakra disc into his own head.
The moment it touched his skin, a slot opened—clean, surgical—and the disc slid in without resistance.
A jolt surged through him.
He closed his eyes.
A second later, Chakra bloomed beneath his feet.
Elated, he sprang forward, scooped up Chinatsu once more, and exploded out of the ruins.
Now he finally had a moment to look—toward the direction of the roar.
And what he saw made his blood freeze.
The Nine-Tailed Fox. Kyūbi.
A monstrous fox wreathed in firelight, its snarling snout and blazing tails spread wide across the skyline. Each twitch of its tails sent shockwaves of terror. Buildings nearby were already engulfed in flames—and in their glow, ninja silhouettes flung themselves at the beast like moths into inferno.
He wanted to stare longer, but a voice cut through the air.
"Ishiki! Ishiki! This way—quick!"
He turned. A kunoichi was waving frantically at him.
He recognized her instantly.
Kūjō Renge. His cousin. The one who raised him after his parents were killed in the Third Shinobi World War.
She'd trained under Tsunade, he remembered—learned medical ninjutsu.
That changed everything.
Without looking back at the fox, Ishiki bolted toward her—Chinatsu limp on his back, the disc inside him glowing faintly with promise.
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Here is a new promising story I translate, I think it got potential don't you think ?
I will post bonus chapter if we reach 300 power stones !
300 power stones = 1 bonus chapter