The following day, Kawamoto Kazuki found Takamiya Nozomi joking Nozomi Takamiya with the rest of Sakuragi Gang.
" Takamiya, do you have a moment? I'd like to talk to you about something."
Nozomi Takamiya was taken aback, clearly not expecting Kawamoto to seek him out alone.
He scratched his head and said to Yohei Mito and the others, "You guys go first, I'll be there in a bit."
After Yohei and the others left with puzzled expressions, Takamiya followed Kawakawamoto to a secluded corner of the Takamiya.
"Give."
Kawamoto took a stack of bound manuscripts out of his bag and handed them to Takamiya.
"What's this?" Takamiya asked, taking the item with a puzzled expression.
"You can take a look at some of the things I translated tonight when you have some free time."
Kawakawamoto are concise and to the point.
"It's about a—very special story. I think you might be interested."
Nozomi Takamiya turned to the first page, read a few lines, and was immediately drawn to the concise, powerful, and vivid text.
But he still didn't quite understand Kawakawamoto's intention.
Kawakawamoto looked at him and continued, "I remember you seemed to have a lot of ideas about creation and describing things."
Nozomi Takamiya blushed slightly.
He does enjoy boasting and rambling, and his mind often conjures up fantastical and eccentric ideas, but he has never been formally affirmed like this before.
"It's alright, Kawakawamoto- nii, what exactly are you trying to say?"
Kawakawamoto didn't answer directly, only saying, "Finish watching it first. See you at the usual place after school tomorrow."
The next afternoon, on the rooftop.
With striking dark circles under her eyes, Nozomi Takamiya practically rushed to Kawamoto, clutching the manuscript tightly in her hand, her expression a mixture of extreme excitement and sleep deprivation.
"Brother Kawakawamoto! This book is amazing! Shi Potian! The Reward Good and Punish Evil Token! Gallant Island! Ode to the Supreme Mystery! My god, that Laba porridge was actually... What happened next? What happened to Shi Potian later?"
He was rambling incoherently, grabbing and shaking Kawakawamoto's arm.
Kawamoto waited until he calmed down a bit before slowly speaking, "The rest of the plot is up to you to think about and write." "Me? Write?"
Nozomi Takamiya widened as she pointed at herself, giving him a look that said, "Are you kidding me?"
"Yes.
Kawamoto nodded and clearly and concisely explained his ideas on literary adaptation and localization to Takamiya.
He mentioned turning Gallant Island) into a shadowy organization that shrouds the world.
The original intention of sharing martial arts has been distorted into hatred and strife that has lasted for thousands of years.
The Reward Good and Punish Evil Envoys evil, are portrayed as a top-tier ninja duo who traverse the shadows and carry out mysterious missions.
Takamiya listened, his initial shock was gradually replaced by an increasingly intense excitement.
He felt his long-dormant cerebral cortex being ignited wildly, with countless images and ideas bursting forth like fireworks.
"Really? I mean—this adaptation? This is just... so cool!"
Takamiya's voice trembled slightly with excitement.
Kawamoto looked at the creative flame burning in his eyes and knew that the spark had been ignited.
"The core of a good story is universal. We—"
He paused, then used a more straightforward approach that Takamiya could instantly grasp. "It's nothing new for our nation to learn from and integrate the essence of other cultures. The key is how to bring it to life, to make it our own, something that can ignite the passion of people today."
He patted Takamiya on the shoulder, his tone calm yet strangely persuasive. "What's really lacking in the market right now is this kind of intellectual nourishment that has real substance and original ideas."
"You have a desire to express yourself. Give it a try, Takamiya. Combine the wildest ideas in your head with this story. Maybe you can create something unexpected."
"I—I'll give it a try!"
Nozomi Takamiya clenched her fists tightly, feeling her heart pounding.
That was a much stronger thrill than winning a lottery by shooting steel balls.
That night.
For the first time ever Nozomi Takamiya nozomi did not appear at his usual noisy pachinko parlor.
He went home early, ate a few mouthfuls of food hastily, and then locked himself in his room.
A desk lamp casts a warm glow on the desk.
On one side was the translated manuscript of " Ode to Gallantry," which had been read so many times that the edges were slightly curled.
On the other side were several sheets of draft paper filled with messy keywords, character relationship diagrams, and fragments of inspiration.
In the middle, there was a brand new sheet of manuscript paper.
Nozomi Takamiya rubbed her face, trying to calm her excited emotions.
He picked up the pen as if it were not an ordinary ballpoint pen, but a creation pen about to usher in a new world.
He recalled Kawakawamoto's guidance, and the captivating world of martial arts, extraordinary skills, and the mystery and awe of Xia Gallant Island in " Ode to Gallantry".
Combined with the fragments of my usual random thoughts about ninjas, ninjutsu, destiny, and struggle—
An unprecedented creative impulse surged within him.
He took a deep breath and solemnly wrote the name that would shake an era at the very top of the manuscript.
" NARUTO-Naruto-- "
Then, after a brief thought, he began to glide his pen across the paper.
A story blending Eastern martial arts fantasy with the tragic fate of the ninja world gradually began to take shape under his pen:
[Volume One: The Child of Calamity ]
A crescent moon hung in the sky, its poignant crimson staining the night sky above Hidden Leaf Village.
The once peaceful and tranquil ninja village has now become a battlefield of carnage.
A piercing intrusion alarm tore through the silence.
The deafening roar of exploding ninjutsu mingled with the deafening crashes of collapsing buildings, and the desperate screams and cries of ninjas and civilians echoed in everyone's hearts.
In the center of the village, terrifying Chakra surged into the sky like a tangible black storm.
A crimson fox demon with nine enormous tails is wreaking havoc.
With each swing of its tail, large sections of houses collapsed.
Each roar unleashed a hurricane that tore the earth apart.
Countless ninjas rushed forward fearlessly, their kunai, explosive tags, and various ninjutsu bursting forth on its massive body.
However, everything was like a firefly on a mountain, only able to slightly slow its progress, leaving behind more dripping blood and sacrifice.
In this darkest hour of despair, two figures defied the flow of fleeing people and resolutely charged toward the world-destroying beast.
One of them, wearing a white cloak embroidered with flame patterns and a straw hat with the character "fire" on it, was none other than the Fourth Hokage of Hidden Leaf Village.
He was none other than the previous Jinchuriki of the Nine-Tails Demon Fox, the Yellow Flash of the Hidden Leaf, the Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze!
He raised his hands, and the hand seals for Reaper Death Seal danced at his fingertips.
Another young woman, Kushina Uzumaki, with long, warm red hair, is enduring the rapid loss of her life force.
With her last strength, she lifted the newborn, loudly crying orange-haired baby in her arms above her head.
On the baby's tiny abdomen, a complex and novel sealing technique—the Eight Trigrams Seal—emerged.
On each side of his soft cheeks were three lines resembling animal whiskers.
"Sorry, Naruto "
Kushina's tears fell onto the baby's tender face, her eyes filled with endless longing and regret. "I can't be there to watch you grow up—eat well—grow up well—don't be picky—make lots of friends—"
want"
Her voice gradually faded and eventually disappeared.
The baby in her arms seemed to sense its mother's departure and cried even louder.
Unbeknownst to him, on the night of his birth, he lost his closest relatives and was burdened with the heavy destiny of being Jinchuriki, as well as the fear and rejection of the entire village.
Little did he know that his name, Naruto Uzumaki, would be drawn into a massive conspiracy and conflict that would last for a thousand years, like the eye of a storm.
However, in the unnoticed shadows of the ruins, a mysterious figure wearing a spiral-patterned mask stood coldly.
In the single eye that was exposed, the scarlet three-tomoe slowly rotated, gazing at the Fourth Hokage and the rampaging Nine-Tails in the distance.
His whisper was drowned out by the clamor, " Obito —no, now, Madara Uchiha's game has begun. The tragedy of the Jinchuriki is the perfect beginning of the chain of hatred—"
Nozomi Takamiya down his pen and let out a long sigh.
My heart is still pounding as I look at the words I've written.
He didn't know where the story would ultimately lead, but he could sense that a vast and captivating world was slowly unfolding under his pen.