A girl with bright red hair like roaring flames appeared to be gracefully floating toward me.
Her beautiful body pierced through the thin clusters of gray clouds drifting across the sky, creating a breathtaking sight.
My eyes, which had already begun to feel incredibly heavy, could only vaguely make out the mysterious girl’s figure.
The remnants of my rapidly fading consciousness caused my vision to blur, leaving behind only a reddish silhouette moving closer and closer.
The girl moved at an astonishing speed, effortlessly defying the laws of gravity.
It was as though the empty air surrounding her served as a solid and tangible foothold for her feet.
Then, the girl swiftly extended both of her arms to embrace my frail and pitiful body.
She successfully caught me before I could crash hard into the ground, and after that, my entire consciousness disappeared.
When I slowly awakened from the long and exhausting fainting spell, the first thing I saw was a ceiling.
A flat surface made of rows of simple wooden planks greeted my still-blurry eyes.
The distinct scent of dry wood shavings and an unfamiliar warmth immediately reached my sense of smell.
That comforting sensation forced me to blink several times in an attempt to adjust to the intensity of the light entering my eyes.
I remained silent for several quiet moments, trying to process this confusing new situation.
My gaze stared straight upward while my body still felt far too weak to move.
However, it was not the simple wooden ceiling that nearly shocked me to death in the midst of my confusion.
My attention was instead completely focused on a round object neatly attached to the ceiling—a lamp.
"Huh? A lamp?" I unconsciously spoke, my voice hoarse and almost completely worn out in my throat.
My throat itself felt as though it were filled with dry sand, making it difficult for me to even breathe normally.
I stared blankly at the strange glowing object, my mind filled with countless questions.
Various complicated speculations began spinning around inside my head, triggering a deep sense of alertness from within.
If I were asked why I was so shocked upon seeing that glowing object, the answer was actually very simple.
It was because technology like that was impossible to find in my ancient homeland.
In my previous world—the gender-reversed world of Naruto where I had lived all this time—advanced technology did not exist. Even the concept of utilizing electrical energy had not developed there at all.
The people in my former home lived alongside nature without the convenient modern facilities that existed in more technologically advanced places.
Therefore, I had never seen an incandescent light bulb neatly installed on the ceiling of a house like this before.
In my old world, people still used candles or traditional oil torches as sources of illumination.
Those sources of light were usually hung up or placed inside special holders firmly attached to the walls of their homes.
So, if this unfamiliar place really had a modern electrical network, then what kind of world was this, and where was I? The source of this chapter is g.com.
What part of the world had I ended up in after passing through that terrifying dimensional vortex?
I then slowly tried to recall the series of tense events that had occurred before I lost consciousness in the sky.
The memory of desperately fleeing from the deadly pursuit of my enemies gradually returned with clarity.
At that time, the two formidable members of the Otsutsuki clan, Momoshiki and Kinshiki, had relentlessly pursued my life.
In that desperate situation, where my life was on the line, I had been forced to use the Kagaseo technique as my final shortcut.
I had then briefly appeared in a strange place whose entire surroundings were pure white and completely empty.
An isolated dimension of silence, before I was eventually thrown out of it and sent plummeting freely from a great height in the sky.
Then there was a mysterious girl with fiery red hair, floating or flying freely through the sky.
It was that strange girl with the ability to fly who swiftly caught my body before I could hit the ground.
"Don't tell me..." I began to feel extremely wary, sensing a bad premonition slowly rising to the surface of my consciousness.
My heartbeat began racing again as I thought about every possible worst-case scenario that could happen.
"Could this new world where I've ended up still be connected to the Naruto universe that I know?" The question continued to linger in my mind, triggering a new wave of anxiety amid my physical helplessness as I lay there weakly.
"I really hope this isn't the Naruto world," I muttered inwardly, my anxiety surging intensely.
My gaze remained fixed on the unfamiliar ceiling above me, inside a simple room with a wooden roof that only deepened my uncertainty.
My heart pounded heavily within my chest, beating rapidly like a war drum ready to explode at any moment.
Remembering the horrifying disaster of the previous world, that sense of unease returned once again, relentlessly gnawing away at the last remnants of my composure until chills ran throughout my entire body.
"I absolutely don't want to suddenly be visited by members of the Otsutsuki Clan again," I continued thinking, feeling my throat grow dry like a desert. Even swallowing my saliva felt painful, leaving me with an unbearable sensation of choking.
The images of those pale figures with white, pupil-less eyes remained firmly etched into my memory, refusing to disappear.
They seemed to have transformed into ghosts that haunted every corner of my mind, because the presence of those creatures always brought terrible calamity that could destroy entire civilizations.
I then tried to force myself to sit up, ignoring the throbbing pain around my temples. The painful throbbing in my head became increasingly unbearable whenever I tried to move.
However, my entire body felt completely weak, stiff, and numb, as though all of my chakra and energy had been drained without a trace by the dimensional portal that had thrown me into this place.
Every muscle in my arms and legs strongly resisted my commands, feeling as heavy as though they had been buried beneath an invisible pile of enormous stones.
My fingers trembled violently as I tried to grip the edge of the thin mattress where I was lying.
After taking several deep breaths to gather whatever strength I had left, I finally managed to force my frail, sweat-covered body to move slightly.
I leaned my back against the headboard, which was made of old, somewhat decayed wood, while trying to regulate my rapid, shallow breathing.
The coldness of the wooden backrest provided a slight sensation that helped awaken the nerves that had gone numb.
Not long afterward, the silence inside the quiet room was broken when the bedroom door hinges began to creak as the door slowly opened, causing the hair on the back of my neck to immediately stand on end.
I had to prepare myself for the worst possibilities that might occur. I immediately turned my head toward the source of the sound with a wary gaze, holding my breath as I prepared to face whatever threat might appear.
The red-haired girl I had vaguely seen earlier when I helplessly fell from the sky now appeared in the doorway, carrying a small wooden tray. This chapter was taken from novelping(.)com without permission.
The girl's footsteps suddenly stopped, and her eyes blinked as though she could hardly believe what she was seeing.
She looked extremely surprised when she saw that I was already conscious, my eyes wide open as I stared back at her intently.
Without saying much, the red-haired girl immediately walked toward my bed.
Her footsteps were light and graceful, almost completely silent, before she finally sat down on an empty stool directly beside my bed.
"Are you feeling better now?" the red-haired girl asked in an extremely calm voice, breaking the tension that had filled the atmosphere of the room.
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