Espadara Uchiha
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"I'm disappointed in you...Menma."
Menma shot out of bed, sweat dripping down his face. His vision eventually cleared, and he looked around confusedly in a house that certainly wasn't his. Struggling out of bed, his muscles screaming in protest, he managed to struggle to the closet, full of orange tracksuits and orange pants, and a forehead protector. He got dressed, and began walking throughout the house, his senses searching for anything out of the ordinary.
His head was pulsing with a dull pain, and Menma clasped his head with his hand. He walked past a mirror, but stopped, and looked at himself. He was far shorter than he should've been, and his once pale skin was now tan. The strangest addition, however, were the whisker marks on his cheeks. He gently touched them, and stumbled back into the wall.
'Where...What the hell happened?!' He thought in his mind, before forcibly calming himself down.
'Okay...okay, Menma, look at this logically. You died, and now you're in a body that's yours...but...not...yours? Gah!' Menma forced himself off the ground, looking into the mirror once more. Channeling his chakra to his eyes, he felt a small 'block' stop his chakra before he broke through it. His blue eyes transformed into his Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, and Menma sighed in relief. "Thank Kami..." At least he wasn't completely weakened.
He briefly tapped into his chakra, and recoiled in shock at the sheer amount he had. He had always had higher than average reserves, but his current reserves were incredible...even higher than the Kyuubi Jinchuuriki, Rock Lee. His eyes widening as the implications hit him, he slowly pulled his shirt up, channeling chakra as a black seal appeared on his chest. He slumped back against the wall.
What to do? He honestly had no idea what to do, not in a world where he held the Kyuubi. He struggled back up, walking out of his apparent apartment. He walked down the street, looking at the citizens glaring at him. Mutters of 'Freak' and 'Demon' followed him wherever he went. He ignored them, used to the treatment in his original world. He sighed as he looked at the Hokage Monument, looking at the faces of Hashirama, Tobirama, Danzo...
Wait. That wasn't Danzo.
Menma looked at the Yondaime statue, expecting to see the familiar sight of Orochimaru...only to see a head depicting someone he hadn't seen before. He rubbed his head silently, musing on the latest development. The Sandaime was now Hiruzen Sarutobi, Danzo's old teammate. The Yondaime was someone foreign to him, although he did look somewhat familiar. He was about to continue his observations when a hand landed on his shoulder. Menma looked up at whoever had grabbed him, only to see a man with a black mask covering half of his face and gravity-defying spiky hair.
"Maa, Naruto. You're kinda late for your exam. You haven't forgotten where Training Ground 3 is, have you?" The man said, before pulling Menma along with him. Menma briefly struggled slightly, before resigning himself to his fate.
Menma shot out of bed, sweat dripping down his face. His vision eventually cleared, and he looked around confusedly in a house that certainly wasn't his. Struggling out of bed, his muscles screaming in protest, he managed to struggle to the closet, full of orange tracksuits and orange pants, and a forehead protector. He got dressed, and began walking throughout the house, his senses searching for anything out of the ordinary.
His head was pulsing with a dull pain, and Menma clasped his head with his hand. He walked past a mirror, but stopped, and looked at himself. He was far shorter than he should've been, and his once pale skin was now tan. The strangest addition, however, were the whisker marks on his cheeks. He gently touched them, and stumbled back into the wall.
'Where...What the hell happened?!' He thought in his mind, before forcibly calming himself down.
'Okay...okay, Menma, look at this logically. You died, and now you're in a body that's yours...but...not...yours? Gah!' Menma forced himself off the ground, looking into the mirror once more. Channeling his chakra to his eyes, he felt a small 'block' stop his chakra before he broke through it. His blue eyes transformed into his Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, and Menma sighed in relief. "Thank Kami..." At least he wasn't completely weakened.
He briefly tapped into his chakra, and recoiled in shock at the sheer amount he had. He had always had higher than average reserves, but his current reserves were incredible...even higher than the Kyuubi Jinchuuriki, Rock Lee. His eyes widening as the implications hit him, he slowly pulled his shirt up, channeling chakra as a black seal appeared on his chest. He slumped back against the wall.
What to do? He honestly had no idea what to do, not in a world where he held the Kyuubi. He struggled back up, walking out of his apparent apartment. He walked down the street, looking at the citizens glaring at him. Mutters of 'Freak' and 'Demon' followed him wherever he went. He ignored them, used to the treatment in his original world. He sighed as he looked at the Hokage Monument, looking at the faces of Hashirama, Tobirama, Danzo...
Wait. That wasn't Danzo.
Menma looked at the Yondaime statue, expecting to see the familiar sight of Orochimaru...only to see a head depicting someone he hadn't seen before. He rubbed his head silently, musing on the latest development. The Sandaime was now Hiruzen Sarutobi, Danzo's old teammate. The Yondaime was someone foreign to him, although he did look somewhat familiar. He was about to continue his observations when a hand landed on his shoulder. Menma looked up at whoever had grabbed him, only to see a man with a black mask covering half of his face and gravity-defying spiky hair.
"Maa, Naruto. You're kinda late for your exam. You haven't forgotten where Training Ground 3 is, have you?" The man said, before pulling Menma along with him. Menma briefly struggled slightly, before resigning himself to his fate.
