"Wait… is this for real?" the teen muttered, eyes locked on the roulette wheel as it came to a stop.
His breath caught. A single word blinked on the spinning display—Sealing Art: Formula Reconstruction. It might've looked like a regular sealing technique to most, but the moment he read the description, he knew. This was huge. In the Naruto world, this had insane potential.
[ Sealing Art: Formula Reconstruction (Comes with peak sealing talent)
An advanced technique that allows the user to analyze, dismantle, and reassemble existing seals, while also crafting entirely new ones tailored to their needs.
Seal Analysis: By infusing chakra into a seal, the user can decipher its structure, purpose, and chakra flow—even from the most intricate designs.
Modification: Once understood, a seal can be altered—strengthened, weakened, transformed, or completely dismantled.
Creation: With accumulated knowledge, the user can craft custom sealing arts for offense, defense, healing, or support. ]
"Heh… not bad!" the child-like ROB grinned, arms crossed proudly as he floated nearby. "This one suits Kakashi very well. With that, you'll be able to do a lot in the Naruto world."
"It definitely has potential," the teen replied, still a little stunned but already thinking a mile a minute. "Sealing techniques aren't even fully explored in the series. This opens up so many doors."
The Child ROB nodded with a knowing smile. "Exactly! With your modern understanding and some creativity, you could do miracles with it. My dad always said—'Give the right person even a simple cheat, and they'll shake the heavens.'"
He paused, then grinned wider. "Of course, that's only if they're smart."
"Thanks, I guess," the teen chuckled, shaking his head.
"Well, let's not waste any more time," Child ROB said, straightening up. "As administrator of the Reincarnation Void, I've got, you know… tons of work to do!"
Total lie. Only handpicked souls like this one ever made it here. Everyone else just went through the boring default cycle. But he couldn't let his pride take another hit—especially after what happened next.
"Thanks for the opportunity, ROB," the teen said sincerely.
"ROB? Hehee, yes! I am ROB!" The Child ROB suddenly burst into a fit of silly laughter, spinning in place and hopping around like a little kid.
The teen blinked, watching the chaos. "…What even are you?"
Still giggling, the little ROB twirled in mid-air, then abruptly froze. He coughed, cheeks flushed. "Ahem. Nothing happened. Anyway—time to send you on your way!"
He waved his small hand. "Also, you might receive something extra during the transfer, who knows? Bye-bye now!"
"Goodbye," the teen said with a small smile—just as a flash of bright white light swallowed him whole. The last thing he felt was a powerful dizziness, like his head was spinning faster than the roulette wheel had.
And then—darkness.
…
Land of Hot Water – An Ordinary Inn
The room was quiet. Peaceful. A breeze nudged the curtains near the window.
But suddenly—
A silver-haired man jolted upright in bed.
"…What the—" he whispered, eyes wide.
His head ached. A torrent of memories crashed into him. His own life. Kakashi's life. They meshed—seamlessly, overwhelmingly. Every jutsu Kakashi had ever learned. Every battle. Every book. It was all there.
The soul fusion was complete. And with it—his chakra burst outward in a massive wave.
The floor cracked beneath him. The walls groaned and fractured. The air itself pulsed with raw energy.
He clenched his fists. This power—it was unlike anything he had ever felt in his old life. His body was lean and strong, built for combat. His reflexes are sharp. And his mind? Sharper still.
This was Kakashi's body. But now, it was his too.
Eventually, the chakra storm faded. He took a breath, then stood and walked into the bathroom.
The mirror greeted him—tall, handsome, silver hair spiked and unruly. One black eye. One red.
He reached up and touched the Sharingan. Even inactive, it tugged on his chakra. He frowned.
"Definitely gonna have to fix that…" he muttered. The constant drain was annoying, and now that his spiritual presence was enhanced by the soul fusion, his chakra reserves were even greater than the original Kakashi's. Still, the Sharingan's hunger was irritating.
Luckily, he had the perfect solution: Formula Reconstruction.
He splashed cold water on his face, letting the sensation ground him. All of this was real. He was really here. Really Kakashi.
A knock interrupted the silence.
Fast. Repeated. Urgent.
He grabbed a towel and headed to the door. When he opened it, the inn's manager stood there, clearly flustered and sweating.
"Um, Sir Ninja… is everything alright?" the man asked nervously. His eyes flicked toward the cracked floor inside. "We, uh, heard a loud crash."
Kakashi kept a calm face. "Just testing a technique. Sorry for the noise. No need to change rooms—I'll be leaving tomorrow."
He reached into his pouch and pulled out a stack of Ryo, handing it over without hesitation.
The manager bowed deeply, relief washing over him. "O-of course! Thank you very much, Sir Ninja. I'll take my leave now!"
He turned and practically sprinted away down the hall, afraid Kakashi might change his mind.
'Smart move,' Kakashi thought, watching him go.
To regular civilians, ninjas weren't just warriors—they were terrifying forces of nature. People who could split mountains and shatter stone. You never knew which one might lose their temper.
'At least he's lucky I'm not one of those psychos.'
With a final glance at the cracked floor and walls, Kakashi returned to the center of the room and sat down cross-legged.
He had a new life.
A powerful technique.
And a world of opportunity ahead of him.
Now it was time to figure out what came next.