Naruto: Infinite Reincarnation

Hello everyone! I am really sorry that I haven't posted a chapter. I was really busy.

However I changed something about this chapter, I used chatgpt for help. Can you guys give me feed back if I should use it more or no.

The only reason why I chose to use this is because I am extremely busy and can't proof read any of my work, and most of em are rushed because I wanna post something but I lack the time.

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Onochi POV

'What to do, what to do…' I thought, my mind racing.

Adrenaline surged through my veins, sharpening my senses to every little detail. My gaze darted around until it landed on Amara, who was crying uncontrollably. Despite everything, she still clutched onto her candy as if it were a lifeline. I let out a small, humorless chuckle. Even in the face of death, she refused to let go.

Then, my eyes locked onto him.

The man before me was tall and lanky, his face partially concealed by a mask that barely hid his amused smirk. His dark, spiky hair complemented his equally dark eyes, both of which glinted with unsettling amusement.

"Are you going to make a move?" he taunted, his voice laced with mockery.

I took a cautious step back before turning on my heel, grabbing Amara as I sprinted away. I dared a glance over my shoulder, only to see that damn smirk still plastered on his face.

I wasn't fast enough. I wasn't strong enough. I wasn't even sure if running would do anything. But I had no choice.

Not counting the shadow clone, the only ninjutsu I had learned were four Wind Style techniques, and only one was B-rank. I cursed under my breath. I should have kept it a secret—I could have caught him off guard.

"You can't get away, little ninja!" the man barked.

Ahead of me, the path split into two. Without hesitation, I veered right—only to freeze in place.

The hallway before me was littered with bodies. Blood pooled on the ground, reflecting the dim light like a grotesque mirror. Most of the corpses were maids, though a few ninjas lay among them. Their bodies were mutilated—limbs severed, heads missing, some even with their hearts ripped out.

Amara opened her eyes, and the moment she saw the carnage, she passed out in my arms.

I wasn't any different.

I had never seen a dead body before, let alone this... massacre. My stomach twisted, bile rising in my throat until I collapsed to my knees and vomited onto the blood-soaked floor.

Tap. Tap.

Footsteps echoed behind me.

I forced myself to turn, meeting the gaze of the man responsible for this nightmare.

Gritting my teeth, I pulled kunai from my pouch and hurled them at him. He deflected them with ease, but the kunai weren't meant to harm him—they were tied to smoke bombs.

Boom! Boom!

The explosions erupted, swallowing the corridor in thick smoke. Exactly what I needed. Concealed within the haze, I formed hand seals and began my counterattack.

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Assassin's POV

"How annoying."

I scowled as the smoke filled the hallway, obscuring my vision.

The name's Tiki—a D-rank assassin hired by the Hoku Clan. When I first took this mission, I expected it to be difficult. After all, infiltrating the Daimyo's mansion wasn't a simple task. But thanks to the Hoku Clan, slipping in as a helper had been laughably easy.

I had been watching this kid for days, and I had to admit, he surprised me. According to my intel, Onochi only started training at seven. Late, considering the never-ending wars. Yet here he was, already wielding B-rank ninjutsu.

My mission had gone from tedious to thrilling. Watching him run for his life? Worth every second. And the best part? He was the grandson of that bastard.

Grinning, I formed hand seals.

"Wind Style: Great Breakthrough!"

The wind roared, dispersing the smoke in an instant. But as the air cleared, my smirk faded.

No Onochi. No fat kid.

I narrowed my eyes, scanning the area until I felt it—chakra, weak but familiar, hiding behind a pillar. My grin returned.

"Found you."

I dashed forward, channeling chakra into my fist before slamming it into the pillar. The structure crumbled, revealing a groaning Onochi trapped beneath the debris. Gripping him by the collar, I hoisted him into the air. He struggled, but his resistance only fueled my amusement.

"Told ya," I mocked, tightening my grip. But something felt off. My eyes narrowed. "Where's the little fat kid?"

Then it clicked.

Onochi thrashed harder in my grasp, and I couldn't help but laugh. "No way! Did you actually save that kid and stay behind to fight me? How stu—"

Shnk!

A blade pierced my back.

My breath hitched as I slowly turned my gaze downward. The sword's blade gleamed with a sickly purple liquid. Poison.

I turned my head slightly—just enough to see another Onochi behind me.

"What?!"

Poof.

The Onochi in my grip vanished in a puff of smoke.

I snarled, swinging my blade in a wide arc, forcing the real Onochi to leap backward.

"What the hell is this? Some kind of ninjutsu?!" I roared.

Then I stopped. My body trembled, and my vision blurred. The pain spread like wildfire, every breath a struggle.

Foam bubbled at my lips.

Poison. That damn kid poisoned me.

"Where did you even get this sword?!" I demanded, my voice a rasp.

I didn't need an answer—I already knew. My eyes flicked to a fallen guard, his scabbard empty. A small bottle lay beside him.

"You and your clan… are truly disgusting!" I spat, lunging forward in a final, desperate attack.

But the moment I moved, the world around me warped. My body felt like it was slowing, while everything else seemed to speed up.

Onochi dodged with ease, his foot connecting with my head in a brutal kick. I stumbled, barely able to keep myself standing.

Forming yet another hand seal, another Onochi appeared beside him.

My eyes widened.

No.

They both charged at me.

"What the hell is this—"

Splash.