Chapter 2
As Ryo was walking towards Konoha's gate, he spotted Madara and Hashirama, both in their early thirties, chatting calmly.
Hashirama noticed Ryo leaving with full gear and leaned toward Madara, whispering something Ryo couldn't hear. The next moment, both of them walked over.
"Where are you going?" Hashirama asked with a curious smile.
Ryo stopped and replied casually with some emotions in his eyes that he can't discribe,
"Well, I've been a ninja since I was six—fighting, killing… surviving & repeating all that over & over again. It's been years i took a proper rest. Now that Konoha is almost complete, I want to travel the ninja world and see more… scenery."
Madara raised an eyebrow slightly. Hashirama scratched his head.
His words reminded them of their own childhood—endless battles, constant war, and no real rest.
Ryo smirked lightly and added,
"You two should take a week off as well. Go somewhere peaceful… relax for once."
Hashirama laughed. "That actually sounds nice! After konoha is fully built we will go. Right Madara!"
Madara crossed his arms but gave a small nod. "Hmph. Maybe."
Then Madara looked at him sharply.
"For how long will you travel… Bounty King?"
Ryo shrugged.
"I don't know. The world is big. I'll just walk and see where I end up. After all… I'm not short on money."
All three of them laughed.
Hashirama waved. "Stay alive!"
Madara added, "And don't die somewhere stupid."
Ryo smirked. "No promises. I'll bring suviniers for you two."
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As Ryo left Konoha's gate, watching the sunset stretch across the horizon, memories from his past life surfaced.
Ryo… wasn't originally from this world.
He came from Earth.
And if his past life had to be described in one word—
It would be: shit.
Literally SHIT.
As a baby, his favorite activity was… producing biological disasters in his diaper. His poor mother had to change it five times a day—sometimes more on "special occasions."
When he turned five…Nothing changed. No, the diapper changed to pants. He would still randomly "blessed" his pants like a cursed ritual time to time.
At school, things improved slightly—but fate wasn't done with him.
During the orientation ceremony, in front of new students, teachers, and all other parents… Disaster struck.
Ka-boom. A loud boom echoed as the explosion went off—
and from it spread a "heavenly" scent so overwhelming that even children who never slept on time were instantly knocked unconscious.
When everyone searched,... His pants betrayed him. The bulge on his pants were enough to take notic.
His reputation died instantly.
And just like that, the school he wanted to attend changed—because of shit.
When he was twelve, he went on a mountain trip with his class.
A fresh start, he thought.
New memories, he hoped.
Instead—He slipped.
And his face landed directly into a pile of cow dung.
From that day on, his nickname became:
"Shit Face."
High school? Ruined.
College?
Oh, it got worse.
He had a crush on a girl. After years of hesitation, he finally confessed on the last day of college.
For a moment, everything felt perfect. No problem in College life, no need to fear his SHIT luck.
But then—her father appeared.
A giant of a man—two meters tall, with biceps bigger than Ryo's thighs.
Without a word—
BOOM.
One punch to the stomach. Ryo flew half a meter back. And due to the sheer force of that punch…
Well—
Let's just say…
History repeated itself. The young youths of collage get to smell the Heavenly scent.
That was the end of his romantic & collage life.
And the peak of his shit college era.
At the age of 29, things finally seemed to be going well.
He had a stable job, decent colleagues, and a normal life.
One evening, after office dinner, he went to the restroom to… relieve himself.
But fate—once again—had other plans.
Right outside the toilet door—
He slipped On someone else's… well let's say contribution to humanity.
His head slammed into the toilet wall.
Instant death. No dramatic head damage memory loss, just simple death.
And just to make sure fate completed the joke—
His face fell directly into the toilet.
Which was, of course…Full of contribution to humanity.
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Ryo shivered as the memories ended.
"I swear…" he muttered under his breath, his expression dark,
"Anyone who finds out about my past… dies before they can even think about telling it."
A sacred vow.
A necessary one.
A very necessary one.
A very shity one.
But fate, as always…Was still shit.
Ryo didn't remember his past life from birth. His memories returned when he was five.
He was from a civilian household of uchiha clan, and one day, he went to the capital market with his father.
After finishing their work, young Ryo wandered off to play nearby.
That's when he noticed a public toilet.
A ninja—wearing unknown clan clothing—entered it suspiciously, holding one hand behind his back like he was hiding something important.[ yea, the ninja was sure holding important info of his shit inside his stomach ]
Curious, Ryo kept watching.
Moments later—
Another ninja appeared from the side.
Without hesitation—
"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!"
The fireball slammed into the toilet.
BOOM.
The explosion destroyed everything.
And what followed…
Was something young Ryo would never forget.
In that moment of absolute trauma—
His past life memories awakened.
And along with them—
His Mangekyō Sharingan.
Chapter End