Naruto Fanfiction Naruto Meets His Younger Self นิยาย & เรื่องราว

What if I’m not successful on my own and I can never return. While I think negatively Kain flicks my forehead driving all the thoughts away and forcing me to look up at him again. “Oww.” I frown at him. “Stop thinking so much. Remember, you have to introduce me to this little munchkin you can’t stop talking about.” “He’s sixteen and taller than me.” I say. “The same thing. I’m waiting.” I smile this time nodding confidently “Yeah, I will. Good bye.” “Good bye, see you later.”

I did everything in a trance to get through the day to see him. I have to get my life back on track. I inhale deeply and slowly let it out to think it through. He is here for a few days. After that, he returns to his life in the pack, and I can return to mine. I can enjoy these few days just for the sake of my 14-year-old self. If I push him away now, I know I'll end up regretting it for the rest of my life. We leave the building in a hurry and pick up lots of food from my favorite sushi bar on the way home. Nate has never tried sushi, and I can’t imagine him holding chopsticks, but we’ll see.

His mouth went dry. "How-" his blood froze in his veins, Narco slowly turn to face him and Mort grinned and scoff derisively. "Narco is a brilliant kid. Even though he's only 1 year old, he never forgets his past, whether it's good or bad." Mort said, face devoid of emotion and Narco look up, and listened to him.

But this time everything was bigger, more intense, crazier! Arriving in the Nikko's room I stopped in my tracks. "I know what's going on." The formula in my mind underwent a mutation: the woman and the young boy prayed for the blessed one. At the age I was at that time, could a body ten years younger than me like me? Did Maël Saravia really like me, or was I still a simple, platonic whim?

I shouted, reaching out to grab her arm, but my hand passed through her like smoke. “No,” I muttered, shaking my head. “No, no, no. I have to stop this. I have to…..” My fingers twitched, I wanted to do something, to stop this, but before I could say anything, my younger self suddenly turned to me. My heart stopped as his annoyed gaze locked with mine. “Impossible…..c-can you see me?” “Mr, can you keep quiet? You’re making too much noise.” My jaw slackened, and I could only stare at him, frozen in place.

Nothing about him excites me enough to want to spend time with him. A devious thought crawls into my mind and I smile even wider; “No, I don’t mind. I’d like us to talk.” My chest constricts with guilt at the twinkle of excitement in his eyes. He retrieves his phone from his pocket and stretches it towards me; “My name is Hinata. Can I have your number?” I can feel the full weight of Bhyron’s stare on me now. He’s no longer concerned with being discreet. My blood pressure jumps with excitement.

I lowered my head, opened my book, and made a solemn promise, "Don't worry, I didn't catch a word of it." In my previous life, Nash himself imparted a lesson to me: to let go of playing the hero and to respect the destinies of others. The first time I encountered Nash after my rebirth was right at my doorstep. It marked our initial meeting since my reincarnation. Reflecting on his actions towards me in my prior life, my palms couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. I suppressed my revulsion and glanced down. Empty cans were scattered on the ground, and he still held an unfinished beer can in his hand. When he noticed me, he swiftly rose from the ground, his eyes bloodshot, and he clutch

He had tried to go beyond the garden but he found that he couldn't. He was bound to his younger self and could only go where his younger self went or the places he had been to before. Which meant that if Ron didn't go back to the garden, he wouldn't be able to see him again. He just hoped that Ron would not give up on his stupid self and come back or is stupid self would stop being so stupid and go find Ron.

I ask abruptly. He studies me for a moment. “You don’t need to worry about that.” “I do,” I say quickly, panic crawling up my spine. “I can’t afford any of this. I don’t have money. My accounts are…” My head throbs violently, cutting off the rest of my sentence. Another flash crashes in. A younger me. Longer hair. Standing in a garden I don’t recognize, sunlight filtering through leaves. Someone laughing at me and then a sudden sharp pain at my neck.

“And if I fail?” The mist swirled around me, cold and almost… tender. “Then you’ll become the thing you swore to destroy.” ⸻ The field began to shift. The sky darkened further, colors bleeding together until the horizon warped. I heard the first scream behind me — faint, distant, and heartbreakingly familiar. I turned. My younger self stood there. Barefoot. Wearing my old track uniform. Her hair tied back the way it always was before a race. But her skin was gray, veins black, eyes hollow.