A Demi-God in the World of Naruto

Vast Void

In the vast void of space, surrounded by nothing but distant lights and the roars of monsters echoing in the background, there drifts a single soul of pure light—sleeping and alone in the dark.

Until time and space itself suddenly come to a halt. The light begins to fade, and the monsters—older than time, native to the void—vanish as a new being appears. It is made of pure white light with streaks of shimmering blue, materializing before the lone soul.

He gazes at it with scrutiny, observing everything it has been through—past, present, and even the futures that could have been had it lived instead of dying such a tragic death.

"Hmm. No wonder the Over-God of your multiverse cast you out and sent you to me," the being muses. "With such an interesting way of dying, and the contributions you could have made if you kept living—not to mention the connections you forged—your world could've been so much more."

The being of light raises his hand, summoning a lustrous gate of pure white, lined with black symbols and bearing a glowing yin-yang emblem at its center. The gate opens, and the being of light steps through. The unknown soul follows without hesitation.

"Once I get back to the office, that new intern of mine is going to refile entire truckloads of cabinets from different universes for losing a soul like this. She's lucky this one didn't suffer any permanent damage."

And just like that, both the being of light and the soul vanish from the void. The distant lights return, time and space resume, and the monsters creep back in—cautiously. For the first time in their existence, they had known fear after witnessing that being.

Unknown Soul – POV

"Ahhh!"

I wake up screaming like I've just had a nightmare. I calm myself with deep breaths, trying to reassure myself that everything's fine… until I notice where I am.

I look around and confirm what I'm seeing—it looks like a waiting room in some kind of corporate building. Standard tables and chairs, all colored white and blue. I glance down and realize I'm sitting on a comfy black sofa.

"How did I get here?"

I try to recall how I ended up in this place, but nothing comes to mind. I can't even remember who I am.

Panic sets in as I realize I have no memory of myself at all—just the bare essentials: walking, talking, identifying objects, basic social cues.

"That doesn't make sense! I've got everything I need to function in society… but nothing about who I am. Nothing that feels mine."

As my breathing grows heavier—wondering if I'm in some sort of game, drugged, or trapped in a dream—music begins to play.

(Author's Note: Velvet Room music from Persona)

The music washes over me, calming me instantly. I feel a deep sense of relaxation seep into the very essence of my soul. The tune continues for what feels like hours, and then fades. A voice echoes through the room.

"Good. It seems like you've calmed down."

I whip my head around, scanning the room. "Who are you?"

The voice chuckles softly. "Who I am will be answered soon, child. But for now, you must step through that door."

A glowing door of light appears in front of me, pulsing as if calling me forward.

"How do I know this isn't a trap?"

There's a brief silence, then the voice responds, amused.

"You don't know who you are, and my voice echoes through this entire room. If what's beyond that door is a trap, what makes you think this place isn't one too?"

I think about it. He has a point. If he wanted me dead, he could've done it while I was unconscious—probably in dozens of different ways.

"So this must be a dream then?"

I sigh. Maybe my memory loss is just brain fog from dreaming… or some kind of drug? Just as I begin to overthink again, the voice returns—this time with a hint of sorrow.

"Dream or not, the answers to your questions lie beyond that door. And I believe you'll want to hear them… face to face."

His somber tone gives me chills. A terrible possibility crosses my mind, but I shake it off. Regardless of what's true, the only way forward is through that door.

I get up and open it. Beyond it lies a hallway lined with paintings and strange objects. As I step in, I examine everything.

"…Why does he have a painting of an otter—or maybe a weasel—holding a gun? And is that a bar in the background?"

I continue walking until I spot a small glowing blue orb inscribed with powerful-looking symbols. I feel an urge to touch it, but the voice calls out again.

"Keep moving, kid. No need to poke at an old eyeball."

Eventually, I come to a door covered in unreadable symbols and a nameplate I can't decipher. I open it and step inside.

A man of moderate brown skin with short black hair sits casually in a sleek black office chair. Draped over the back is a pristine white tux. He's wearing a black dress shirt—sleeves rolled up—paired with a velvet-red tie and black dress pants. His polished shoes rest on a spotless white desk, and he's sipping a drink with a laid-back demeanor, smiling like it's a perfect day outside.

"Care for a glass of this amazing lemonade?"

I look around. The room is all white, the only visible window behind him is shut tight with curtains drawn. I glance at him, unsure how to process what's happening. Still, I realize nothing will change if I don't act.

"What kind of lemonade is it?"

"Strawberry lemonade… mixed with the tears of an intern who's currently crying because of the punishment I gave her."

I grab a cup, unsure if he's joking or just a sadistic boss. As I fill it to the brim, I finally ask the question that's been burning in me since I woke up.

"Who are you? And why am I here?"

He sighs, setting his drink down. He looks at me with a strange mix of sadness and detached sympathy, and then delivers the news that shakes me to my core.

"Most people call me Rob. But for your sake, you can call me Christopher. And as for why you're here… I'm sorry to say this, kid—but you died."