He had seen every scene of Naruto. The regret of Itachi Uchiha falling on a rainy night, Jiraiya's hand stretched out before sinking into the deep sea, the change that Hinata Neji couldn't wait for - those images stuck in his heart like thorns, and he thought about it countless times: What would happen if he were there?
He was thinking too hard.
So the secret realm called Lingmu Valley responded to him. When he actually stood in the woods of Konoha Village, smelling the smell of green grass and dew, he understood one thing: the power of wood was never born for destruction. Compassion, tenacity, connection, growth—this is the nature of wood. A tree does not attack anyone, it just takes root quietly and then grows big enough to shelter anyone who wants to shelter.
But the world will not wait patiently for a tree to grow. The days on the calendar that have not yet come, each page is written with the parting he has read in the comics. He must be faster, and faster - learn restraint under the gaze of Sharingan, learn to take root in every mission, and plant different seeds on those roads that originally lead to death.
He came through time, not to be a bystander. He is a new sprout that quietly fell from the earthquake position in the already written script.
Author's message: Well, my writing is really bad, and I wrote it in the first person. I may change it later. I didn't understand it when I first started writing, and I couldn't control the first person. Anyway, it's very bad, so don't look at it now. I'll change it when I have time. If you really want to read it, you can start reading it from the third volume.
