"Hm? Where is this? Since when did my house have a ceiling like this?"
An unfamiliar wooden ceiling filled his vision. Alex, who had just woken up in a daze, instantly snapped to clarity.
Before he could sort out his chaotic thoughts, a sharp pain surged through his body the moment his mind cleared.
His legs felt as if they had been violently torn off, burning with searing heat. The stump of his left arm throbbed in waves of agony. Only his right hand could faintly feel the rough texture of bandages.
At that moment, a piercing pain shot through his brain as unfamiliar memories flooded in like a tide—
The streets of Konoha.
Training at the Ninja Academy.
A gentle middle-aged couple…
Countless images that didn't belong to him flashed before his eyes.
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"So this is… transmigration?"
Shock coursed through his body like an electric current.
But the memories in his mind kept reminding him—
He was no longer the "standard triple-nothing youth" from his previous life—a thirty-year-old with no house, no car, and no wife.
He had transmigrated into the world of Naruto, the anime he had followed in his past life—
Becoming a fourteen-year-old boy named Yamanaka Genichi, a Konoha ninja from the Yamanaka Clan.
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"I just took a nap… how did I end up in the Naruto world…"
Alex—no, Yamanaka Genichi now—laughed bitterly to himself, but quickly suppressed his confusion.
"Forget it. What's done is done. In my previous life, I had no attachments. But this body's situation is far worse than anything I had before."
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He forced himself to calm down and carefully sorted through the extra memories in his head.
The more he understood, the more his scalp tingled.
Yamanaka Genichi—
An ordinary member of the Yamanaka Clan.
A mere Genin of Konoha.
Born in Year 23 of Konoha, he graduated from the Ninja Academy in Year 35.
Now it was Year 37—
Right in the middle of the Second Great Ninja War.
Chaos. Constant battles. Every hidden village locked in conflict.
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Worse still—
The original host's parents had died on a frontline mission just a year ago.
And recently, his squad had been ambushed by enemy ninja.
The leading Jonin—
His teammates—
All killed.
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As for Genichi himself—
He had been caught in an explosion tag blast.
Though reinforcements saved his life—
His legs and left arm were severed at the root.
Only his right hand remained intact.
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His ninja career—
Was completely over.
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He tried to move.
Only his right hand responded.
Even with Medical Ninjutsu treatment, waves of pain still radiated from the stumps of his limbs.
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In his previous life, although he stayed up late often and wasn't in the best health, he was still a normal person who could run and jump.
Now?
He had transmigrated into a cripple who could only lie in bed.
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"In the novels I read before, people transmigrate into women, animals, even monsters…"
Alex stared at the ceiling, his tone filled with self-mockery.
"And me? I transmigrated into a disabled person with only one hand left."
"…Guess I've set a new precedent."
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The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became.
"Honestly, even becoming a woman wouldn't be so bad. I lived over thirty years as a man—trying something new wouldn't hurt."
"Even being an animal would be fine. Animals in this world can cultivate. Finding a beautiful owner and becoming a Summoned Beast doesn't sound bad at all."
"But this…?"
"Others start with a cheat skill. I start with one hand."
"If this isn't hell difficulty, what is?"
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He slowly raised his bandaged right hand.
The moment his fingers brushed against the rough cloth—
His mind was still filled with confusion.
But suddenly—
A thought struck him.
His eyes lit up.
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"Wait…!"
"Don't transmigrators usually have a Golden Finger?"
"Where's my system?"
"I'm already this miserable—it should've appeared by now, right?!"
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He quickly called out in his mind:
"System? Are you there?"
"System Daddy? Please show yourself!"
He tried multiple ways, even different tones—
But no response came.
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A few minutes later—
Alex completely gave up.
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"No system… and I'm disabled…"
"Hell mode confirmed."
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But he didn't fall into despair.
Since he was alive—
He couldn't just lie here waiting to die.
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Taking a deep breath, he began to think seriously about his future.
"In the Naruto world, even the dead can be revived. Losing limbs shouldn't be impossible to fix."
"I have knowledge from my past life and know the plot… I might still have a chance."
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He closed his eyes and recalled everything he knew.
Soon—
Three possible methods came to mind.
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"The first… Obito's case."
"Half his body was crushed, yet Uchiha Madara repaired him using White Zetsu and Hashirama cells."
"Not only did he recover, but he even gained Wood Release."
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But after thinking it through—
He shook his head.
"Impossible."
"White Zetsu are hidden in Madara's domain."
"Hashirama cells are even harder to obtain."
"An ordinary Genin like me has zero chance."
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"The second… Kakuzu's forbidden technique—Earth Grudge Fear."
"It can repair the body and even grant pseudo-immortality."
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Again—
He shook his head.
"Even worse."
"It's likely unique."
"And Kakuzu still has it."
"No chance."
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Just as disappointment set in—
A third possibility appeared in his mind.
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"The Puppet Technique of the Hidden Sand…"
His eyes lit up.
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"Granny Chiyo used puppet arms that functioned like real ones."
"Sasori even turned his entire body into a puppet and still lived normally."
"Compared to that… my condition is practically mild."
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Excited, he turned his head toward the door.
Through it, he could see a wooden table—
And beside it—
An old storage box.
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Memory surfaced.
That box contained items left behind by his parents—
Spoils from missions.
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"They mostly fought Sand Ninja…"
"There should be puppet-related materials inside…"
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Then—
A key memory surfaced.
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"There's a Puppet Technique scroll in that box."
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Relief washed over him.
Konoha had long obtained basic puppet techniques—
Just not the core secrets.
And with the Yamanaka Clan's memory-reading abilities—
It made sense they had access to such knowledge.
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"With this…"
Hope ignited in his chest.
"I might be able to rebuild my body."
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"Even basic puppet techniques should be learnable here…"
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At that thought—
He couldn't wait any longer.
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Struggling, he tried to sit up—
Trying to reach the box.
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But just as he lifted his upper body—
Knock. Knock.
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A sound came from outside the door.
Breaking the silence.
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To be continued…