Rebirth In Naruto world English version

As Neji began to descend the mountain, his thoughts still clouded with the elder toad's cryptic words, a low rumble echoed through the clearing. The elder toad, who had appeared so resolute and distant before, turned back to Neji with an unexpected look of contemplation in his eyes.

"Wait," the elder toad called out, his voice soft but filled with an unusual weight. "There may be one more thing you need to understand."

Neji halted, turning back, his curiosity piqued. The toad gestured toward the dense forest ahead, a far-reaching expanse that Neji had not noticed before.

"Go to the Shokaku Forest," the elder toad instructed, his tone changing, now somewhat urgent. "There, you will find your true path. It's a place few have ventured, a hidden world where many of the answers you seek may be revealed. But be warned, it will test you. What you seek in your heart will be challenged. Only by overcoming that challenge will you discover your true potential."

Neji didn't question the toad's words. Something deep within him told him that this forest, this place, held the key to the journey he had to take. Without hesitation, he turned toward the path that led to the Shokaku Forest, now with a renewed sense of purpose.

As he walked deeper into the forest, the air grew thick with mystery. The trees seemed to whisper, their ancient branches groaning with secrets long hidden. After some time, Neji found himself standing before an unusual sight—a small, solitary shrine nestled in the heart of the forest. Its stone surface was covered in moss, and an eerie, calming energy seemed to emanate from it. It was there, standing before the shrine, that Neji felt a presence behind him.

Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with an unexpected figure—a tall, weathered man, wearing a long cloak that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly aura. The man's features were marked with age, but his eyes held a sharpness that spoke of wisdom and power. It was none other than Kyushu, the renowned Sage and former student of the Toads, who had once vanished from the shinobi world to live in seclusion.

"Neji Hyūga, I've been waiting for you," Kyushu said, his voice calm and knowing.

Neji stared, unsure how Kyushu had known he would come. The man seemed to have an aura that demanded respect, but Neji felt no fear. Instead, there was a feeling of understanding.

"I've heard of your journey and the doubts you're carrying," Kyushu continued. "But there are other paths to power, other methods for one to find their true potential. The Toads were right to turn you away from their way. Your destiny lies elsewhere."

Kyushu stepped forward, pulling from his cloak a small, intricately carved scroll. The air around it crackled with a strange energy as he handed it to Neji. "This is the key to your true path," Kyushu said, his tone serious. "A scroll like no other. When activated, it will transport you to a place far beyond your world. A time before your own. You will need to adapt, survive, and learn in a world unlike any you know. Only there will you truly discover the depth of your power."

Neji accepted the scroll, feeling the immense weight of the responsibility now placed on him. He couldn't explain it, but he knew that whatever lay ahead was a journey he had to take.

Without another word, Kyushu stepped back and gestured for Neji to activate the scroll. "There is no turning back, Neji. But know this: You are meant for something greater. The world you're about to enter will teach you more than Sage Mode ever could."

With a deep breath, Neji unfurled the scroll, pressing his chakra into the intricate seals. In an instant, the ground beneath his feet seemed to shake, and a bright light enveloped him. His surroundings blurred, the trees of the Shokaku Forest dissolving into a whirlwind of colors and shapes.

When the light faded, Neji found himself standing in an unfamiliar landscape. The air was thick with the scent of earth and magic, and the sky above shimmered in hues of pink and orange. The architecture around him was strange—buildings of stone and wood, ancient and grand. He was no longer in the mountains of the Hidden Leaf.

He was in Magnolia, but not in the time he knew. This place was centuries before the era he recognized.

Neji's heart pounded as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. This was not just a different place—it was a different time. The year was far earlier than any historical record he had ever learned of. The world around him seemed to hum with the energy of the unknown.

The scroll had worked as Kyushu promised, but Neji felt an overwhelming sense of disorientation. He was now far from the familiar world he knew—transported to a time and place that might hold the answers to the path he needed to walk.

With determination, Neji set off to explore, knowing that his journey had only just begun.

As Neji wandered through the unfamiliar world of Magnolia, he couldn't shake the feeling that something—something dangerous—was lurking just beyond his perception. The sky above, though beautiful, felt charged with an ominous energy. The air was thick with an unfamiliar weight, and the world around him seemed to hold its breath, waiting for something.

It was during his exploration of a dense forest on the outskirts of the town that Neji's senses suddenly flared. His Byakugan activated instinctively, scanning the area with the heightened perception that had served him well in many battles. Something was moving rapidly toward him.

Before he could react, the ground beneath him trembled, and with a terrifying roar, a massive, winged creature appeared overhead. Its scales gleamed a dark, iridescent black, and its eyes glowed with an insane, murderous intensity. The creature—its form unmistakable as a dragon—landed with a violent crash, sending tremors through the earth.

Neji barely had time to react as the dragon's tail lashed out, narrowly missing him by a hair's breadth. The force of the strike sent a gust of wind that knocked him back, causing him to stumble. He quickly regained his footing, adrenaline surging through his veins.

The dragon's eyes were wild with madness, and its breath reeked of sulfur and death. Neji realized instantly that this was no ordinary creature—it was something far more dangerous, a being driven by an unholy madness that made it even more unpredictable. This wasn't just a creature of destruction; it was a seeker, a ferocious being that hunted with no regard for reason.

The dragon lunged at Neji, its claws slashing the air with terrifying speed. Neji's Byakugan allowed him to read its movements before they happened, but the dragon's relentless, frenzied attack made it harder for him to keep up. With each strike, Neji was forced to leap and dodge, his body pushed to its limits as he struggled to avoid the creature's deadly blows.

His mind raced as he analyzed the dragon's behavior. It was erratic, unpredictable—but there had to be a way to survive, to turn the tide in his favor. His body was still adjusting to this world, and he wasn't yet at full strength, but he had his wits, his ability to read the situation.

Neji evaded another swipe of the dragon's claws, narrowly escaping the attack by rolling to the side. He quickly assessed his environment, his eyes darting around. He needed to make the dragon's own momentum work against it. He could see the way its body shifted, how it used the terrain to push forward with brutal force.

In that split second, Neji made his move. Using his speed and precision, he launched himself into the air, just as the dragon swung its tail in a wide arc. With pinpoint accuracy, Neji aimed a strike at the dragon's side, targeting a vulnerable spot just beneath its wing. He released a burst of chakra from his fingertips, aiming directly at its chakra points.

The attack didn't kill the beast, but it caused it to stagger, momentarily thrown off balance. It was a small opening, but it was enough. Neji used the opportunity to land behind the creature, focusing his chakra and activating his Hyūga techniques to close the dragon's chakra points.

But the creature wasn't finished. With a deafening screech, the dragon whipped around, swiping at Neji with a renewed frenzy. Neji's vision blurred as he was struck across the chest by the dragon's claws, the force sending him crashing into a large boulder. Pain shot through his body, and his vision blurred as he struggled to stay conscious. His body ached with the force of the blow, and blood began to pour from the deep gashes on his chest.

Still, his will to survive burned fiercely. His Byakugan remained active, even as his body screamed for him to stop. The dragon loomed over him, its massive jaws opening wide, ready to finish him off. But Neji wasn't done yet.

With his remaining strength, he activated his Gentle Fist technique once more, channeling the last of his chakra into a precise, focused strike. Just before the dragon's fangs could sink into him, Neji thrust his palm upward, targeting the dragon's throat. His chakra flared, aimed directly at the vital points in its neck.

The dragon's eyes widened in shock as the strike landed. Its body convulsed, and with a final, pained roar, the beast staggered back, collapsing to the ground. Neji collapsed as well, his body giving out from the pain, but he had survived.

The battle was over, but Neji knew he couldn't afford to rest just yet. He could feel his life force draining away, the effects of the battle leaving him weakened and on the brink of death. His vision blurred as his chakra reserves dipped dangerously low.

"Focus, Neji," he whispered to himself, forcing his body to move, to survive. His mind swirled with the darkness, but somehow, his resolve kept him conscious. "I'm not dying here."

He crawled slowly toward the dragon's fallen form, its body twitching as it exhaled its last breath. Neji reached into his pouch and retrieved a healing salve, his hand shaking with exhaustion as he applied it to his wounds. He had learned to rely on both his training and his wit to survive—and today, that would be his salvation.

As his vision dimmed and the forest around him blurred, Neji allowed himself one final thought: I won't die here. Not yet

Neji's body lay broken and battered on the forest floor, his vision dimming as blood pooled around him. The pain from his injuries was overwhelming, and each breath felt like it might be his last. The dragon he had fought, a monstrous, maddened seeker, had nearly torn him apart. Despite his will to survive, Neji's strength was waning, and his chakra reserves were nearly depleted.

Just as the darkness began to consume him, something shifted in the air. The forest, which had been eerily silent, now seemed to stir. A low, rumbling growl filled the air, and the ground trembled ever so slightly. Neji could feel it—a presence unlike anything he had ever encountered before. His fading senses barely registered the rustling of leaves, the whispering of the trees as if nature itself was responding to an ancient call.

Then, out of the mist and shadows of the forest, a new dragon emerged. This one was vastly different from the crazed beast that had nearly killed him. It was smaller, but its scales shimmered in shades of deep green, blending perfectly with the dense foliage of the forest. Its eyes were a piercing emerald, wise and knowing, full of ancient power. The dragon's movements were graceful, almost regal, and its aura was nothing like the chaotic energy of the first dragon.

The green-scaled dragon approached Neji, its eyes scanning him with a deep, intelligent gaze. It sniffed the air and lowered its head, studying Neji's broken form with apparent understanding. Despite the fact that Neji was on the brink of death, the dragon did not seem aggressive or driven by the same madness as the previous beast. Instead, there was a sense of calm, of quiet strength.

With a soft, rumbling sound, the dragon's wings unfurled, and a gust of wind washed over Neji, carrying with it a sense of life—of healing. The air around Neji seemed to vibrate with an energy that both soothed and invigorated him. The green dragon's eyes glowed faintly, and Neji could feel the faint pulse of chakra, ancient and powerful, reaching out to him.

The dragon extended its long, sinuous neck, lowering its head even closer to Neji's face. Its breath was warm and carried the scent of the forest—a calming, natural fragrance. Neji's instincts kicked in, and he barely managed to lift his hand to touch the dragon's snout, the connection between them immediate and overwhelming.

The dragon seemed to understand, and with a low, almost melodic growl, it released a soft stream of energy. Neji could feel the chakra flow into his body, the healing power of the forest itself surging through him. His wounds began to close, his broken body slowly mending under the dragon's restorative influence. The pain began to ebb away, replaced by a feeling of warmth and vitality.

As the dragon's energy continued to flow through him, Neji could feel his strength returning, his chakra stabilizing. He was no longer on the verge of death, but the experience had left him shaken. He glanced up at the green-scaled dragon, which watched him with a deep, knowing gaze.

"I… I don't know how to thank you," Neji murmured, his voice weak but filled with gratitude. The dragon's eyes softened, and it let out a low, resonant hum, as if to say there was no need for words. The connection between them felt spiritual, profound—a bond forged not in battle, but in mutual understanding.

Neji's body still ached, but the healing power of the green dragon had done wonders. He took a deep breath, feeling the rejuvenating energy coursing through his veins. The forest around him, once dark and threatening, now seemed to hum with life. The dragon had not only saved him but had also given him a new sense of clarity. This was not the end of his journey—it was only the beginning.

The green-scaled dragon slowly backed away, giving Neji the space to rise to his feet. It looked at him once more, its eyes conveying a sense of calm understanding before it turned to leave. As the dragon began to retreat into the forest, Neji found himself watching it with a mixture of awe and respect. The encounter had been brief, but it had changed him—his path was now intertwined with forces far greater than he had ever anticipated.

With a steady breath, Neji looked toward the horizon. He had been granted a second chance, and he would not waste it. The world before him was vast and unknown, but he was no longer the same person who had arrived here. The trials had begun, and with the green dragon's guidance, Neji would face whatever lay ahead with a new sense of purpose.

The battle for survival was far from over.

Neji watched the green-scaled dragon disappear into the dense forest, its form blending effortlessly with the foliage as if it were one with nature. Something stirred deep within him—an unshakable sense of destiny. He couldn't let this creature vanish. This dragon wasn't just his savior; it was a being of immense power and wisdom. If anyone in this strange world could help him understand its mysteries and grow stronger, it was this dragon.

Determined, Neji began following the creature, his Byakugan scanning the dense forest for its faint chakra signature. The dragon moved swiftly and gracefully, leaving almost no trace, but Neji's sharp instincts and training allowed him to keep pace. As he pursued it, he couldn't help but wonder about the creature's nature.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Neji emerged into a serene clearing. The air was alive with the hum of magic, and ancient trees encircled the space, their leaves glowing faintly with an emerald hue. At the center of the clearing, the green dragon stood, its massive form bathed in a gentle, otherworldly light. It turned its piercing emerald eyes toward Neji, clearly aware of his presence but showing no signs of aggression.

Neji took a deep breath and stepped forward cautiously, bowing his head slightly in respect. "Thank you for saving me," he began, his voice steady despite the awe he felt. "I know I have no right to ask this of you, but I need your guidance. I want to learn from you. Please, teach me your magic."

The dragon tilted its head, observing him with an expression that almost seemed amused. Its voice rumbled through the air, deep and resonant, yet calm and measured, like the rustling of leaves in a gentle breeze.

"You are bold, young human," the dragon said, its tone carrying a hint of curiosity. "Few would dare to seek my tutelage, especially one who does not belong to this world. Tell me, why do you seek my power?"

Neji met the dragon's gaze, his resolve unwavering. "I don't just want power for its own sake. I want to protect those who can't protect themselves. I've seen too much suffering—too much loss. I've been given a second chance, and I won't waste it. If I'm going to survive and make a difference here, I need to become stronger. Your magic is unlike anything I've encountered, and I know it holds the key."

The dragon's eyes narrowed slightly, and it let out a low hum of thought. "You speak of protection, yet your heart carries the scars of vengeance," it said, its voice calm but piercing. "You walk a delicate line, human. The magic I wield is not one of destruction or domination—it is the magic of the forest, of life and balance. To wield it, you must let go of hatred and embrace harmony."

Neji nodded, absorbing the dragon's words. He understood the challenge before him. This was no simple request—it was a trial of character and will.

The dragon finally introduced itself. "I am Shokuryuu, the Forest Sentinel," it said, its tone growing slightly more formal. "I am not like Igneel, the King of Fire Dragons. My power is not about burning brighter or roaring louder. It is about patience, nurturing, and understanding the flow of all living things. My magic, Verdant Arcana, draws strength from the balance of nature. It can heal, protect, and, when necessary, strike down those who disrupt the harmony of life."

Shokuryuu's personality was calm and introspective, a stark contrast to the fiery pride often associated with dragons like Igneel. It was wise and deliberate, valuing strategy over brute force and empathy over aggression. While it possessed incredible power, Shokuryuu preferred to use its strength sparingly, ensuring that its actions aligned with the natural order.

The Verdant Arcana magic it wielded was rooted in the principles of life and nature. It allowed the user to manipulate plants, summon vines and roots for offense and defense, and channel the healing energy of the forest to mend wounds and restore vitality. Advanced techniques included creating protective barriers of enchanted bark and unleashing devastating storms of razor-sharp leaves. However, the magic also required a deep connection to the natural world and a willingness to act as its guardian.

Shokuryuu studied Neji for a long moment before finally speaking. "Very well, young human. I will teach you—but know this: my magic is not something you can learn with brute force or mere determination. You must attune yourself to the rhythm of life, to the whispers of the forest. It will test your patience and challenge your very essence. Are you ready to walk this path?"

"I am," Neji replied firmly, his eyes shining with determination.

The dragon nodded, its massive form shifting as it lowered its head to Neji's level. "Then let us begin. But be warned—this journey will take you deeper than you have ever gone, both into the forest and into yourself. You may not like what you find."

As Shokuryuu began guiding Neji through the basics of Verdant Arcana, the air around them seemed to pulse with magic. The clearing transformed into a living classroom, vines and roots moving as if they were alive, responding to Shokuryuu's commands. Neji's training had begun, and the path ahead was one of growth, both in power and spirit.