Naruto: Strogest taijutsu specialist

The dull hum of city life was all he could hear. Cars honked, people shouted, and the relentless buzz of a world in motion drowned out any sense of peace. Takashi Yamamoto, 28 years old, stood at the edge of the sidewalk, staring absentmindedly at the crosswalk light. He had lived an unremarkable life—a cubicle worker at a dead-end job, a man with dreams he never chased and regrets he couldn't erase.

"Another day wasted," he muttered, clutching the bag of groceries in his hand.

The light turned green, and Takashi stepped onto the street, his mind still preoccupied with thoughts of missed opportunities. He didn't notice the truck barreling through the intersection until it was too late.

CRASH!

Pain exploded in his chest, but it was fleeting. The world turned white, and an overwhelming sense of weightlessness enveloped him.

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When Takashi opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was the sky—not the polluted gray sky of his city, but a vibrant expanse of blue, dotted with clouds. The second thing he noticed was the pain.

His body ached, every muscle screaming in protest as he tried to sit up. He looked down at himself and froze. He was wearing armor—patched, rough, and splattered with blood that wasn't his own. His hands were rougher too, calloused and scarred.

"What… the hell?" he muttered, his voice hoarse and unfamiliar.

Memories that weren't his flooded his mind. Battlefields. Screams. A name—Shinji. That was his name now. Somehow, he knew it, though it felt foreign on his tongue.

Before he could make sense of it, a sharp voice cut through the haze.

"Shinji! Get up! They're coming!"

A teenage boy in a Konoha headband was running toward him, panic etched across his face. Behind him, shadows flitted through the trees—enemy shinobi.

Instinct took over. Takashi—no, Shinji—grabbed a battered sword lying in the dirt beside him and forced himself to his feet. His legs felt like jelly, but the adrenaline coursing through his veins kept him moving.

"Who are they?" Shinji shouted, his voice rough.

"The Iwa-nin!" the boy hissed, grabbing Shinji's arm and pulling him into the cover of the trees. "You hit your head or something? They've been hunting us for days!"

Shinji's head spun. Iwa-nin? Konoha? What is this…? Then it clicked. The headband, the war—the world of Naruto.

Before he could process the absurdity of it, the enemy arrived. Three shinobi landed in front of them, their headbands bearing the symbol of Iwagakure.

"Found them," one sneered, forming hand signs. "You're not going anywhere."

The ground beneath them rumbled as the enemy unleashed a Doton jutsu. Rocks exploded toward Shinji and the boy, sharp as daggers. Shinji's instincts screamed at him to move, but his body was too slow.

The rocks struck him, tearing through his armor and embedding themselves in his flesh. He screamed, collapsing to his knees.

The Iwa-nin advanced, confident in their victory. The boy beside Shinji shouted in defiance, hurling kunai at the attackers, but they were easily deflected.

As darkness crept into the edges of Shinji's vision, something strange happened. A burning sensation spread through his body, and his wounds began to close, the pain fading. Strength surged in his limbs, and his vision sharpened.

He stood, the battered sword in his hand now feeling like an extension of his will. The enemy shinobi paused, momentarily startled by his recovery.

"What the hell is he…?" one of them muttered.

Shinji didn't give them a chance to finish. He moved faster than he thought possible, closing the distance in an instant. The first Iwa-nin barely had time to react before Shinji's sword cleaved through him.

The other two attacked in unison, launching coordinated strikes. Shinji deflected one kunai with his blade and ducked under the other's punch. His movements were rough, unpolished, but his sheer physical power overwhelmed them.

When the last Iwa-nin fell, Shinji stood amidst the carnage, his chest heaving. The teenage boy stared at him, wide-eyed.

"Shinji… What was that? You were…"

"I don't know," Shinji said, his voice steady despite the chaos in his mind. "But I think I just got stronger."

He looked down at his hands, trembling with newfound power. He didn't understand how or why he was here, but one thing was clear: he was in the Naruto world, and this was just the beginning.