Jon’s point of view: It’s been two years now since the events at the Tower of Joy.
In that time, I’ve grown stronger—faster than most expected.
I’m even taller than Rob People are often surprised at how quickly I’ve matured, and maybe that’s why some of the small folk believe the saying that bastards grow up faster.
And that a complete Bul*sh*et.
I’m my previous world, alot of people are what they consider here basta*Rd many couples do not marry because of many reasons and people are yet the same..
They didn’t know or doesn’t care that I heard their whispers, sometimes a few of them gossip about me—rarely all at once, but enough to notice.
Some say I was blessed by the gods, touched by divine favor.
Others merely shrug, dismissing it as luck or coincidence.
Honestly, I don’t care what they whisper.
Their words don’t matter.
My focus is on my family.
I don’t have one from my previous life—no one waiting for me, no roots to hold me down.
So I swear, I won’t let this family fall apart.
Not on my watch.
Right now, my attention is on my aunt.
She looks at me as if I’m an intruder, her eyes filled with hate and suspicion.
More than once, she’s begged my uncle Ned Stark to send me away, to get rid of the “bast*rd boy.” But Eddard remains unmoving—still as a mountain, steady and unyielding.
What can I do is try to soften her heart.???
So sometimes I seek her out, find her in her chambers, or when shes walking in corridors and then —just to see her reaction— I shout, “Mother!” at the top of my lungs.
Then I giggle uncontrollably, loud enough that my laughter echoes through the walls.
I run away with my wobbling feet, knowing I’ve done something silly enough to make even a stone heart crack.
It’s this childish technique—my laughter, my innocence—that I hope will eventually soften her.
Not to love me like a child, perhaps, but at least to accept me as part of the family.
— Now, it’s back to training.
With my current chakra level, I can perform some basic techniques from the Naruto world—things like the Transformation Technique (Hinge no Jutsu), the Clone Technique (Bonshin no Jutsu), and the Substitution Technique (Kawa-rimi no Jutsu).
These are low-rank, early academy skills—simple tricks taught to young students before they graduate.
But even so, they’re useful, and I’ve been practicing them diligently.
I haven’t opened the training grounds yet.
I need to think carefully about how to proceed.
There are three entrances I could use, and each one needs to be secure.
I have to ensure that no random stranger can waltz inside, no matter how low the chances are, someone might stumble in if choose poorly.
I’ve already mapped out the entire castle of Winterfell in my mind—every corridor, every hidden passage, every promising spot.
The most secure location I’ve identified is the Godswood.
It’s a place forbidden to everyone except the Stark family.
Even the guards aren’t allowed inside.
It’s nestled deep in the heart of Winterfell, the safest spot I could find.
That’s where I plan to establish the entrance—out of sight, out of reach, and protected from prying eyes.
I need to be cautious.
This isn’t just about training; it’s about keeping myself safe as I learn to harness these new skills.
And once the time is right, I’ll be ready.
The Year: 286 AC After much thought, I finally made up my mind.
The first entrance to the Konoha training grounds would be hidden deep within the Godswood, tucked away behind the ancient Wierwood tree at its very back.
Today was a busy day in Winterfell.
Lady Catelyn Stark was giving birth, and I aleardy know from the show that—this time, it would be a girl.
Sansa.
Everyone was preoccupied—maids, attendants and the one leading is Maester Luwin his the Maester of Winterfell who delivered all of the children of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn Tully.
He served as a loyal healer, counselor, and educator to House Stark — everyone’s moving about busily, tending to the birth.
Nobody would be looking for a bastard boy like me, but just to be safe, I left a clone behind in my room, a silent sentinel watching over everything.
With shadows as my allies, I slipped through the darkness, moving swiftly and silently toward the spot I had chosen.
The trees seemed to part for me as I made my way, a ghost in the quiet of the woods.
When I reached the Wierwood, I called upon the system.
“System!” I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath.
” I want to bind an entrance to this place.” There was a pause before the response came “Ding…
Confirm.” A soft, mechanical voice echoed in my mind.
“[SYS_NOTICE] Host action detected: initiating placement of Konoha training grounds pocket dimension entrance.
[NET_STAT] Initializing connection…
[NET_STAT] Connection established.
[EXEC] Host authorization granted.
Entry permitted.” A portal shimmered into existence, unseen by all but me.
The hidden doorway to my secret training ground was now secured—ready for my next step in all of my plans.
As I stepped through the portal, I felt a strange ripple in the fabric of space itself—like the world had momentarily trembled in recognition of my presence.
When I finally crossed the threshold and found myself inside, a wave of emotion surged within me.
I nearly shed tears of joy.
This was it….
At last, Im finally here.
This was the world I had longed to see ever since i was a kid.
the universe of Naruto laid out before me in all its glory.
The sights, the sounds, the very essence of it—all real, all tangible.
My breath hitched as I took it all in.
Then, a clear voice echoed in my mind, smooth and unwavering.
“Ding…
Welcome host to Konoha’s training grounds.” The system’s voice was calm, authoritative.
It explained that the Naruto world’s training grounds were divided into separate spaces, numbered from First to Forty-Forth.
Each space could be customized by me—my own personal domains.
I could set the flow of time within each area, turning minutes into years or vice versa.
One minute in the outside world could become an entire year within a designated ground.
I could alter the environment—whether I wanted a vast body of water, towering snowy mountains, or a fiery volcano—whatever suited my training needs.
The space also possessed an auto-restore function, ensuring that any damage from intense training could be repaired at will, keeping my domains pristine and ready for the next session.
Additionally, I could designate specific entry points—places where others, aside from myself, could land when entering the space.
It was a world of limitless possibilities.
Hearing all this, ideas erupted in my mind—visions of mastery, conquest, and power.
But first, I needed more information.
“System,” I asked eagerly, “is it possible to adjust the speed of time within each of these grounds at any moment?” “Yes, Host,” the system replied without hesitation.
“You can change the time settings for each space at any time.” A smile curled on my lips.
So, this place—this realm—made me feel like a god.
The system was truly overpowered.
With it, I could conquer this entire world, reshape it to my will, and become untouchable.
In that moment, I knew—I had all I needed.
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