3 Mahito

I stretched as I stood up from my bed. It's been a few days since I got here. 

This is really happening. I mean, I was in prison for a murder I didn't commit. I mean, not that I haven't killed before, but I'm not stupid enough to get caught. I was counting down the days before I would get to pay the bastard that pinned that murder on me back, but it was all for naught. 

I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. What looked back was almost a carbon copy of a younger Mahito, except without the stitches and with short hair. However, there was a scar that went all the way around my neck that looked just like the stitches on Mahito's body. I washed my face and

left the bathroom. I've learned that the person who was in this body before me acted like he was barely conscious. Mumbling to himself, never talking to anyone. Basically, he was a classic glue eater kid.

I walked out of the orphanage, dodging a few kids running down the hallway as I walked to the playground. I kept walking past the playground into the dense trees. After I could barely see the playground anymore, I stopped walking. I didn't care about being sneaky. After all, this was basically a place of magic ninjas. It didn't matter if they saw me cause it's not like I could stop them.

 I sat on the ground and fell into deep thought. 'I don't know 

a lot about Naruto. Everything I know is only from edits I've seen. That fatty said that this body was around six or seven. Doesn't that mean I should be in the academy? Ugh, this is a pain. What's weirder is how similar to Mahito I look. It's uncanny.' I reached a hand up and touched my face. My once rough and tanned look was now gone, replaced by a pale, delicate look that didn't seem very human. 

'I can't rule out every possibility. After all, I got reincarnated into Naruto. If that's not some crazy shit, I don't know what is. What was Mahito's ability? It was his awareness of souls. That let him manipulate his 

and others' souls. The body is a container for the soul. And that means if you are aware and can feel your soul, you can manipulate your soul with energy.' I thought as I looked at my hand and clenched it into a fist. I brought my hand to my chest and closed my eyes, focusing on what was within. 

Slowly, I drifted into a weird meditative state. I seemingly opened my eyes to complete darkness, like I was floating in space. Then something seemed to flicker, a purple light. Dim but still there, I imagined floating towards the purple light and soon found myself drifting. Slowly, it got closer until I could make out what it was. It seemed to be a purple shard. There was a crack down the middle. It looked like someone broke it and stitched it to a different shard so it would be whole. The shard floated closer, slowing down more about two feet in front of me. 

Strangely, I could see images flashing in the shard. Right now, the left side was showing my past life. It was a fond memory, one of me hunting down a man who tipped me a dime. I mean honestly, a dime? Really? It was totally deserved, but that was beside the point. The right half was showing images strangely familiar, and that's when it clicked. 'Those are from Jujutsu kaisen!' On the right side, it's showing Mahito in his fight with Nanami. 

'It can't be, there's no way!' I reached out as far as I could and snatched the shard, holding it tight in my hand. 'I knew resembling Mahito this much wasn't a coincidence!' instinctively, my hand closed tight around the shard. Squeezing it till my knuckles turned white. When my hand opened the shard was glowing even brighter, and the crack down the middle was mending steadily. Once it was fully mended. The shard seemed to melt into my hand, and my body was covered in a thin purple haze. 

Then my eyes shot open, sending me back into reality. Fragments of Mahito's memories came flooding in, 'Soul, I can feel my soul.' I thought, Processing these new memories. I looked down at my hand and imagined the outline shrinking where my pinky was. I watched in amazement as my pinky shrunk to half the size. 

'Holy shit, this is actually happening! I'm Mahito, but I'm also me. Does that mean I can do everything Mahito can?!' My mind raced with the possibilities. They were practically endless. A big, unnerving smile spread across my face. I shook my hand in the air, my pinky went back to normal. 'This is gonna be fun!' 

Mahito's memories still flooding into me. They felt like a source of secondary information. Like I was watching a movie while feeling everything. 'So cursed energy,' I imagined it spreading to my fist, controlling my emotions. I felt a warmth pass through me as my fist. It was slowly covered in a purple haze. 

'So this is cursed energy. I feel strong.' I stood up and walked to a tree, my fist burning with a purple aura as I reeled it back.

*BANG*

My fist shot forward with insane speed. The tree shook as I collided with it. The purple haze seemed to spread out, hitting against it with my momentum. My fist sunk into it, leaving a bowling ball-sized dent. 'guess this is all I can do for now. Still, this is amazing.' 

I walked back towards the playground, thinking of everything I know about Naruto. I scratch my chin, 'I know that Hiruzen dies, Sasuke leaves, Pain destroys the village with his eyeballs, Danzo is evil, and Madara is controlling everything from the shadows. With this, I can do absolutely nothing.' I facepalm and sigh. 

"Maybe I just get stronger so I can do whatever I want" I said aloud, clenching my fist.

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(As stated before, this is a project to see if I really do like writing. So far I do, however, I've noticed my writing style is inconsistent and I don't really like it. So I'm gonna change it up for the next few chapters. If it sticks I'll redo these.)