What's up people? How ya'll doin'? I'm proud to bring you guys my second fanfic, and it is titled Transmigration.

Summary: Ōtsutsuki Asura was supposed to stay dead, with only his chakra lingering on throughout the tethers of time. Fate unfortunately causes him to awaken in the latest body to house his powerful chakra. What does this unification of two people from different times mean for the world? Only time will tell.

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Chapter One: Transmigrating

Ōtsutsuki Asura was many things throughout his life time. He was a troublesome child, he had been called talentless by many people, especially when compared to his older brother; and most of all he had been called a god. That's right, a god. Despite all of the criticisms he endured as a child, he grew up to be a being that was so strong that he was said to have reached godly hood. He had such an enormous presence on the battlefield that those that opposed him would bow to him in mere seconds of encountering him. He was so strong in fact; that he had even discovered the secrets of using Yin and Yang at the same time, something that not even his prodigious brother had been able to.

Asura knew that he was destined to revolutionise the world, any child born with Ōtsutsuki DNA in them was destined to do so. It all just boiled down to whether or not that person had the courage, strength and determination to do so. Being the son of the Rikudō Sennin brought many pressures with it, one of which was to succeed his father as the heir to his great legacy. Any normal person would have caved in from all of that pressure, but Asura was anything but normal, and as such he did not cave in to all of the pressure. He took his role as successor to Ninshū very seriously, going as far as to travel the four corners of the world in hopes of teaching people about this special property that allowed one to control nature and be one with it…not just nature, but be one with everyone as well.

Unfortunately for him though his progressed was stopped when his brother, in a fit of rage that Asura did not know where it came from, challenged him to a fight to the death, where the winner would be the rightful heir to Ninshū. While Asura did not want to fight his brother in the beginning, one thing led to another before Asura finally fought his brother with all of his might, might which resulted in the younger of the brothers winning over the older brother. Asura had gained prowess comparable to a god, but not on the same level as his father, but he was close enough. His father was many things that were godly, but the one thing he was not was immortal. For all the strength that the legendary man had, he could not find, nor did he even bother to try to find, immortality.

Time caught up to him, just as it did for every living being, and it took his life away. Indra, who was a genius, also had a similar fate. Despite all of his natural genius, he was also someone that time removed from the plain of existence. He didn't know much about his uncle, Hamura, but he did know that even he had to have left the world. No one was exempt from this one true rule of life.

Everyone had to die at some stage.

So why was it that he, of all people, suddenly found himself staring up at the cloudless canopy that was known as the sky, feeling exhaustion surge through his body? He knew from the moment he opened his eyes that he was alive. Exactly how this phenomenon occurred was beyond him, but one thing he could tell right now was that he was alive and kicking. Okay, maybe not exactly kicking but alive nonetheless. In fact, the kicking part of his statement seemed to apply to the shadow that hovered over him, because the owner of said shadow was lightly tapping him with his foot on his ribcage.

"Hey kid…you okay?" he heard a mature voice ask out in concern.

'Wait kid?' now that didn't sound right, he was anything but a kid. Asura sat up on his laurels so that he could get a better look at the figure that had taken to kicking his ribs as if it were a sport of some sort. Looking at the figure that towered over his downed form, Asura was able to see that this person had features that were quite unique. He had a height greater than most men Asura had come across, waist-length, spiky white hair which was tied into a ponytail, and he had two shoulder length bangs framing his face. He had two very unique facial markings that ran down his cheeks, and his forehead was adorned in a headband that had four small horns, two on both ends, and the headband had the kanji for oil on it. He also had a noticeable wart on his nose, something that a surprised Asura thought chased the ladies away. He wore an outfit that consisted of a short green coloured kimono top, matching pants and red haori over the green kimono top. He also wore a pair of wooden sandals and he had a giant scroll on his back.

"Ero-sennin?" Asura said in a voice he immediately recognised as not of his own. His voice was stern, mature and very powerful. It didn't squeak like that of an annoying child. Wait…Ero-sennin?

He looked at the man once more, a bit more properly this time, and he found the man staring at him with a look that spoke of complete annoyance, and he vocalised this annoyance by yelling at him to stop calling him by that name. While this man that was in front of him yelled, Asura questioned exactly how he knew of this man's apparent nick name. No parent would name their child Perverted Hermit in their right state of mind. He ought to know since he was a parent himself. So there was no was this guy's name was Perverted Hermit. Back to the matter at hand though, his mind felt like it was being supercharged. His thoughts raced at a million miles a minute as he took in this Ero-sennin's appearance while also trying to decipher how he knew the man's name.

The more he thought about it, the less sense it made to him, going as far as to make him hold his head in frustration. The man he had called Ero-sennin seemed to notice this as well, because he stopped his ranting and looked at Asura with a look that spoke of both concern and of confusion. Seeing this man look at him in such a manner reminded Asura of how his father would look at him when he was concerned about his wellbeing. Despite being an adult that had fought many battles throughout his life, he still missed his father, and when Asura looked at this man and saw the look of concern he had on his face, he could not help the small smile that graced his features.

He was deeply touched by the fact that someone still looked at him in such a manner. The smile vanished a second later when the man's next words were finally registered by Asura's mind.

"Hey Naruto, you okay kid?" the man said.

Wait…that was not right. He was Ōtsutsuki Asura, not this Naruto person that he was being labelled as. The more he thought about this name, the more he realised something. He was supposed to be dead. He remembered how he died, it wasn't the best way possible for one to die, but it was not the worst possible death either. So why the heck was he in the world of the living? He could tell that he was alive due to the fact that he could feel the blood coursing through his veins and he could also feel the chakra that was surrounding him. All of that bountiful natural energy that was just waiting to be synchronised with him…then he felt it.

It started out small at first, but it rapidly grew in strength. Images flashed through his head, images that he was able to immediately pick up on as memories. The funny thing about these memories was that none of them involved him. They instead involved a boy that had bright blonde hair, deep blue eyes and whisker-like markings on his cheeks. The more these images played through his head, the more pain he started experiencing. It grew to the point where he could no longer keep quiet about it and he vocalised his anguish with a cry of intolerable suffering.

"Argh!" again, Asura's voice sounded different from his own. It sounded like that of a child, more specifically the blonde child that was currently running through his thoughts. All of this child's dreams, aspirations, hopes, fears, and feelings of any kind flowed through Asura's mind. All of this information would have killed a lesser being, but he was anything but that.

He continued to cry out in anguish, writhing on the ground, clutching his head as pain coursed through every nerve in his body. By all accounts this pain should have killed him, but it didn't. The more he felt it, the more he sort of grew accustomed to it. Wait, that was not right, he was not growing accustomed to the pain, but rather he was growing accustomed to the images flowing through his brain. After around a minute or so of this, Asura was able to make one conclusive finding. These were not just random memories that were forced onto his brain, but rather they were his memories.

He was Uzumaki Naruto.

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When Asura's eyes fluttered open he was once again greeted by the sight of Ero-sennin, but this time the man did not have the carefree demeanour he had before. This time he had an aura of seriousness that might have frightened Asura if he was a twelve year old child. Wait, he was a twelve year old child. He was Uzumaki Naruto, a twelve year old child from a time much more different than his own. Still though, that did not mean that this man's gaze scared him.

"What is it, Ero-sennin?" that did not feel right to Asura. Calling someone a pervert as if it were their name was not in him; but just as soon as he thought that Uzumaki Naruto's memories flashed through his mind once again. It was not all of the boy's memories, just memories involving him and the man before him. Suffice to say that by the time they stopped flashing through his mind, Asura understood perfectly why Uzumaki Naruto called this man Ero-sennin.

"What is it? What is it?" the man repeated that sentence as if he were annoyed, "You just got knocked out cold for twenty minutes after you had spent an entire minute kicking and screaming, clutching your head like you had a Yamanaka use the Shinranshin no Jutsu on you, and you wake up and ask me 'what is it'? What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Okay, this guy was definitely mad, but he couldn't understand why he was like this. Asura would have understood if he was Naruto's father, but he was just some sleazy man he just met. He had no right to talk to him in that manner. He was not his father; in fact he had no father! Just as Asura was about to let this man have a piece of his mind, he realised the thought he just had…he had no father? That didn't sound right. His father was the Legendary Rikudō Sennin, a man hailed as a god among mortals and the first person to be born with chakra.

That was when he realised something else. He knew of his father, yet he stated that he did not have one. He delved into the memories that were of Uzumaki Naruto and he discovered that it was the boy's mind that had seeped into his own. The boy was the one without a father. He had no mother either. No living relatives that one could speak about, so it was just him and no one else.

"Naruto!"

Asura's attention was brought to back onto the man that stood before him. He had a stern look on his face as he stared him down, as if he could size up what was going on. Being looked upon in this manner made Asura feel greatly annoyed. It reminded him of his brother; back when they were younger when he would look at him as if he were some sort of plague.

"What is it you buffoon, can you not see that I am trying to contemplate here?" ah, now that sounded like how he used to speak before. He could feel some of the power returning to his voice, although the childish squeakiness held on as well. But the vernacular seemed a bit off. It almost seemed as if he was talking using some sort of slang that Uzumaki Naruto had incorporated onto him.

Now Jiraiya was many things. He was a pervert- no, scratch that- he was a super pervert. He lied a lot, he engaged in the three shinobi vices as if it were a past time and most prominent of all, he was a powerful shinobi. But never ever had someone outside of his own team dared call him a buffoon, especially someone as young as Naruto.

"Who the hell do you think you're calling a buffoon?" Jiraiya shouted at the blonde.

"I am calling you a buffoon, buffoon!" Asura retorted with his own high pitched scream, "Can you not see that I am contemplating my current predicament?"

"What predicament?" Jiraiya shouted, he was about to go on when he was beat to the punch by Asura shouting out, "How did I end up in a twelve year old's body?"

"…"

"…"

There was silence between the two men, both trying to contemplate their recent actions, before the silence was broken by Jiraiya when he said the most intellectual thing that occurred in his mind, "Huh?"

Asura looked at the man and said, "Do you have some form of a hearing deficiency?"

Again, there was silence between the two males. Jiraiya could not understand a single thing that came out of Naruto's mouth. He knew the meaning of each word that he uttered, but the context in which they were being used baffled the Toad Sage greatly. Another thing that had him baffled was Naruto's sudden difference in speech. He went from speaking like a mentally ill twelve year old to speaking like a noble of the highest order. He wanted answers, and he was going to get them now.

"What do you mean by you being stuck in a twelve year old's body?" Jiraiya began, "You're twelve, are you not?"

Instead of getting a reply from Naruto, he was instead given the silent treatment. This made a tic mark appear on Jiraiya's forehead and a look of annoyance graced his features. He was about to hit the kid again when he suddenly saw his eyes roll into the back of his head and he lost consciousness and his body slammed onto the ground.

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Once again Asura found himself waking up from unconsciousness, but this time it was not in the presence of Jiraiya, but rather in a dark place that had metal pipes that leaked at a slow rate. He slowly rose from the floor he was on back-first; doing so made him realise that whatever place he was in had shallow water as far as the eye could see, which unfortunately in such a dark place was not very far. He also noticed that while he had been lying in water, he was completely dry when he stood up.

Asura stretched himself a bit, before he looked down into the shallow water once again, this time focusing on his reflection, and he was surprised to see that instead of the face of Uzumaki Naruto staring back at him, he found that it was his true form that stared back. His black hair that had bandages wrapped around it to form bangs, along with a headband on his forehead, brown eyes and bright smile stared back at him. He never felt more jubilation than he did right now. He had his old form back. The whole debacle with him being in a twelve year old's body must have been a nightmare. A vivid nightmare, yes, but a nightmare nonetheless.

Asura slowly walked through the dark chambers that he was in, slowly moving forward in search of a way out. He moulded some chakra so that he could sense exactly where the nearest exit was, but he instead sensed a large…very large chakra presence nearby. This prompted Asura to quicken his pace until he was in front of what looked like a jail cell meant to house something massive. He did not even need to see the paper that had the kanji for seal on it to realise that he was looking at a piece of what his father had coined "Fūinjutsu".

He could feel a deep, dark chakra that was present behind the seal. He knew that it was powerful enough to give even someone such as him, a person touted with near godly hood, a problem. Whatever was behind the seal was too dangerous to just release, Asura had to be on guard right now.

Then, as if sensing that he was there, something moved within the darkness. First a red, black slit eye made itself known. The eye seemed to be hovering in the air, gazing fiercely at Asura. Its size was greater than even his. Next to follow was a movement that signified a shift within the jail cell. Water rippled at Asura's feet as whatever manifestation that was there simply moved. When Asura looked at the creature once again, he was greeted by two eyes this time instead of one. Asura saw the eyes stare at him as if they were gauging for something inside of him, as if they knew him.

Then the eyes were joined by a pair of razor sharp teeth that were shaped in the form of a sinister smirk. This confused Asura a bit because it seemed that whatever was in there seemed kind of glad to see him; but just as he thought this creature, whatever it was, could not surprise him anymore, it shocked him greatly when it spoke in a very baritone voice and said, "Hello Asura, long time no see."

Asura showed no outward reaction to the creature seemingly knowing him, but internally he was shocked. How could this creature know of him? What the heck was this creature?

"Who are you?" Asura asked, "How do you know of me?"

The creature's sinister smirk faltered slightly, looking at Asura with eyes that flashed with pain for a second, before the creature quickly masked it all up in what was clear pretence. When it spoke to him again it said, "Well, well, well, it seems as though the son of the great Rikudō Sennin seems to have forgotten about me after one thousand years."

Asura was in no mood for whatever mind games this creature wanted to play. He just wanted to get out so he could go to wherever the dead go. Just as he was about to voice his thoughts, something that the creature said caught his attention.

"After one thousand years?" that's impossible, no one could live that long.

The creature was quiet for a few seconds, its grin still floating in the dark air, before it widened even further when it said, "Ah, so you have no recollection of the past one thousand years?"

Asura was greatly agitated right now, and he let it show on his face when he spoke, "Would you stop with all of this rambling and just get to the point, beast!"

The creature seemed to take offence to that because it let out a deep growl that reverberated throughout the darkness. The creature's momentary lapse into rage was soon gone as it let the smirk it was donning before return to its face. Asura did not like that smirk. It made him want to open this seal and obliterate whatever was behind the seal. It represented a secret to understanding exactly what was going on right now. The creature clearly knew him, but it was grating his nerves. It seemed like it was playing with him, which it clearly was. It knew something that was of vital importance to him, and yet it just dance around the issue like it was nothing. Asura wanted to destroy this creature.

"You would call your own brother such a thing?" the creature asked.

Asura was about to retort at the creature about having no brother that was evil before two things happened. The first was that an image of Indra flashed across his mind, and that quickly squashed that argument, and the second was the recognition of something about the creature. Its eyes, Asura looked at its eyes more carefully and realised exactly what, or rather, who this creature was.

"Kurama?" Asura said in shock.

Just as he said so, a creature that had the appearance of a fox, with bunny shaped ears, along with nine swishing tails in the back and a humanoid figure that stood hundreds of metres tall made itself known to Asura. He looked at the creature-no, his brother with a look of awe in his eyes. The last time he had seen the fox was when he was but the size of a Baku. Looking at Kurama now made Asura stare in shock. He was as tall as a mountain, and he was very powerful too, if the chakra he sensed Kurama emanating was anything to go by.

"Hello Asura…nice to see you after such a long time." Kurama said in return.

"How long?' Asura asked, before he quickly added, "A thousand years?"

Kurama just nodded his head, seeing Asura take a step back. He did not back track out of fear, rather he backtracked out of shock. Kurama knew that Asura was shocked by the news that it had been a thousand years since he died.

"How am I still alive then, if it really has been a thousand years?" Asura asked.

"You are not." Kurama stated evenly.

Now Asura was even more confused. He understood that a thousand years had passed since his time, but the part that got him thinking was what Kurama said about him not being alive.

As if sensing his thoughts, Kurama replied by stating, "Your body is dead. What you are right now is just a chakra imprint that has clung onto the body of a twelve year old boy. The reason why you are yourself right now is because we are in said boy's mind realm. In here you are you, it seems."

Normally Kurama would not have spoken so much to any person, but Asura was special. He was one of the few creatures, human and nonhuman, he could actually say he liked. Asura was not an asshole towards him like his punk brother Indra had been. And the reason as to why he knew so much about Asura's current predicament was because he was chakra personified. He knew all there was to know about chakra since he was a living embodiment of it. He could sense that the Asura before him was just pure chakra, and that he was still stuck in a twelve year old boy's gut.

While Kurama thought of this and more, Asura also seemed to be thinking quite heavily as well. If he was just a chakra imprint, then that meant that he had done the thing that he remembered his father teaching him and Indra about. He had transmigrated. But why? The only time someone's chakra transmigrates is if he or she, depending on how powerful they were, had unfinished business with the world when they die. They would let their chakra configure itself into someone else, and then, as if the chakra had that person's properties, it would slowly seep that person's will into the new candidate. Until the deed is done then the chakra will continue in this cycle forever.

If this was true, then he only had one question that he needed to ask, a question he was sure that not even Kurama would know the answer to.

Why?

Why had he transmigrated? He had done everything that he set out to do in his lifetime. He lived a happy and fulfilling life, but his chakra still transmigrated. Why?

"Asura." He felt Kurama's deep voice call to him. He raised his head and gazed at the fox. He saw Kurama pick up his front right paw and point it at him. Asura looked down at his chest and saw nothing wrong with himself, so he looked at Kurama again, only to realise he was not point at him per se, just in his general direction. Kurama was pointing behind him, and as soon as he realised this, Asura turned around and found the person his chakra had chosen to transmigrate into.

Uzumaki Naruto.

The orange jumpsuit wearing boy stared at Asura with a look of confusion on his face as he said, "Who are you?"

"I am Asura…Ōtsutsuki Asura." He said.

Naruto scratched his head slightly and said, "I don't know you…wait, are you my tou-san?!"

Okay, that was not the type of reaction Asura expected out of the boy. He expected him to freak out, not excitedly ask him if he was his father. Asura knew that even he was dense while growing up, but he was never this dense.

"Hey tou-san, tou-san. Can you teach me a cool jutsu for the chunin exam finals?"

Okay, it was official; this child was the dumbest child he had ever come across. Asking techniques for a final? What final was this boy talking about? He heard the boy speak frequently about many things, but he could not program them into his mid due to a simple fact. This boy spoke gibberish…well it was not really gibberish, but it was something un-understandable.

Looking the boy over Asura finally understood what this trip into the boy's mind realm signified. Transmigration is just supposed to be a transfer of chakra through the passage of time, but this time around Asura's chakra was awoken by something. This was something that was not supposed to occur. His chakra should not have a mind of its own and as such it was pulled into the boy's mental realm.

This was a meeting of the minds, if you will. It was a meeting that would decide exactly whose mind would take over the body of Uzumaki Naruto.

Asura was many things in his life, but he was not a body snatcher, and as such he already knew the answer to his unasked question of whether or not he ought to leave things as they are, or change things. Having gained access to all of Uzumaki Naruto's knowledge, which there was very little of; Asura was able to determine the right course of action for this moment.

The boy had a heart of gold, even though he had a bit of a dark side in him, not including Kurama. He had the potential to do great things and be a great man. Asura's time had long since passed. It was now Uzumaki Naruto's time, and as such he had to leave. It was not his time anymore. It was long gone.

Without a second's hesitation as to what had to occur, Asura moved quicker than Naruto could anticipate. He grabbed his head and slowly allowed it all to seep in. He allowed all of his thoughts, speech patterns, memories, and most importantly his chakra, to seep into the mind of his young descendent. This process lasted for about a minute, but by the time Asura was done doing what he needed to do, Uzumaki Naruto was unconscious and he (Asura) was but a fading ember.

"What did you just do to the boy?" he heard Kurama ask.

Asura allowed a small smile to grace his features as he said, "Nothing." He then started dissipating like dust particles being blown in the wind, "We simply merged into one being."

With that Asura was gone from the mindscape, and from the world.

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Naruto's eyes fluttered open to the sight of Jiraiya peering down at him anxiously, looking to see if he was alright. Upon Jiraiya noticing Naruto's eyes opening, he let out a sigh of relief and stuck his hand out for the blonde to accept. Naruto took the hand and used it to propel himself onto his feet. He then proceeded to dust himself off, before he stretched his limbs.

"You okay there kid?" Jiraiya asked after a moment of uncomfortable silence.

"That's the third time you've asked me that already." Naruto said in a calm manner. His clam tone surprised Jiraiya greatly, but he decided not to dwell on it just yet, because he had to find out exactly what had caused Naruto's bouts of unconsciousness.

"Hey kid, exactly what was going on with you?" Jiraiya asked in a serious tone. This tone surprised Naruto because he had never seen this side of Jiraiya before.

"What do you mean exactly?" Naruto asked.

"You know what I mean." Jiraiya said in an irritated manner, only to realise after a few seconds that the blonde did not know what he meant. Jiraiya let out a soft sigh before he said, "What caused you all of that pain that ended up knocking you out cold?"

Some light finally entered Naruto's eyes before his face took a grim turn a second later. He knew what Jiraiya wanted to know, but he was not sure if telling the man would be very helpful to him or not. Thinking about what had caused him all of his pain made him remember his past life. He remembered his past life as Ōtsutsuki Asura, youngest son of the Rikudō Sennin. He remembered all that he could from that life. All of his goals, achievements, defeats, struggles, rewards, friends, loved ones and even his enemies. He remembered all of these things and more from his past life as Asura, but now it was all coupled into the mind of Uzumaki Naruto.

No, it was not just coupled into the mind of Uzumaki Naruto, but rather he was both Ōtsutsuki Asura and Uzumaki Naruto. Thinking about all of this made him inwardly sigh, because he knew from experience, from both of his lives that this would be something that would be very hard for a lot of people to believe.

"Well…" he heard Jiraiya demand. This made him sigh again, this time it was audible on the outside, before he began what he knew would be a bullshit tale to Jiraiya.

"What I am about to iterate to you is the truth." Naruto began.

"Iterate? Since when do you use such a word?" Jiraiya asked, since he had never heard Naruto speak in such a fluent manner. He half expected him to say dattebayo.

"Listen to what I am about to tell you, then you will understand what happened to me." Naruto said, before he quickly added, "No interruptions."

"Not even to ask-"

"I said no interruptions!" Naruto shouted as he let his temper get the best of him, slightly. This made him internally frown. In his past life he would have never been so easily overpowered by his emotions. Sure he did not have control of them quite like his brother and father had, but he was certainly better than this.

He saw Jiraiya nod his head at what he said, indicating that he got the message loud and clear.

Now Jiraiya would not normally allow someone to talk to him in such a manner, but he had to make an exception here due to the fact that he wanted to know exactly what was going on with Naruto. Pointlessly arguing about respect when there was something more pressing at hand was idiotic, even by his standards.

"Okay…where do I begin…I got it…once upon a time…" Naruto said

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It took Naruto a total of nearly two hours to explain exactly who he was to Jiraiya. He explained to him the whole truth, about his past life living as Asura, and how his chakra transmigrated through the centuries up until he ended up here inside Uzumaki Naruto. During the explanation, Naruto theorised that Orochimaru's and Jiraiya's use of the Gogyō Fūin (Five Elements Seal) and Gogyō Kaiin (Five Elements Unseal) caused his dormant past persona to awaken. He had no memory of his other lives, just his life as Ōtsutsuki Asura and Uzumaki Naruto. He tried to be as descriptive as possible about what exactly happened to him, or more specifically what happened to his past chakra that caused it to end up in Naruto.

When Naruto finished explaining his story to Jiraiya, the man could only look at him with an emotionless expression on his face, before he suddenly burst out laughing, a clear sign that he did not believe the blonde's tale.

"Hahaha…let- hahaha- let me get this- hahahahahaha- straight." Jiraiya began, before he continued to laugh his ass off for another minute, before he calmed down enough so that he could speak coherent sentences, "Let me get this straight…heh, you're the son of the Rikudō Sennin?"

"In the flesh…sort of." Naruto replied.

"And you are currently in the form of someone you reincarnated into?" Jiraiya asked, feeling his laughter return slightly.

"Not in those exact words…but yes." Naruto replied calmly.

"And you don't know why this occurred?" Jiraiya asked, his voice now dripping with mirth.

"I'd appreciate it if you asked your questions in a less condescending manner." Naruto chose to say that instead of replying to Jiraiya's questions. He was getting annoyed by this man's attitude.

Jiraiya could not take it anymore, and he simply burst into an incredible fit of laughter. This story to him was just too funny. There was no way that it could have been real, right?

Jiraiya's laughter hitched in his throat as he was suddenly bombarded by chakra that was so powerful, so fierce, and so monstrous that he thought that he might actually break a sweat. Imagine that, him, a Sannin, break a sweat over the power of someone's chakra. That was absurd, right?

Looking towards the source of said chakra, he found one very annoyed Uzumaki Naruto staring at him with a look that would have frightened lesser men. Naruto was the source of this powerful chakra? Impossible! The kid may have been a Jinchuriki, but even then there was no way he could churn out chakra that was beyond even that of a Sannin.

"I told you not to be haughty with me, Jiraiya, and now you shall pay the price." Naruto spoke in a very frightening tone as he took a single step forward. The very earth caved in from the power that Naruto emanated as he made his was over to the Sannin.

Most men would have backed down from this frightening sight, out of fear, but Jiraiya was a Sannin for a reason, and there was no way in hell he was backing out of a fight against anyone.

"Tough talk, son of the Rikudō Sennin." Jiraiya taunted, also releasing massive amounts of chakra, but not on the same level as Naruto.

Naruto frowned at that, he expected more from the man. Maybe he was holding back, maybe he was not. Either way, Jiraiya deserved an ass kicking for looking down on him. People had looked down on him in his previous life, before he gained prowess that was greater than even his brother's. Now in this life he had to experience it again. No thanks!

Naruto burst from the spot he was on with such speed that he nearly caught Jiraiya by surprise. Naruto swung his right fist at the man, but he was able to quickly dodge it as if he had not even been there. Naruto promptly ducked a kick that came from the side, courtesy of Jiraiya. The man continued his assault by throwing punches and kicks that the blonde was forced to block. Unfortunately for him this seemed to be exactly what Jiraiya wanted, for not five seconds later, Naruto's arms were covered in golden symbols that represented Jiraiya's seals that made his movements sluggish, before he was kicked in the face, sending him sprawling onto the ground.

"Is that all you got, Ōtsutsuki Asura?" Jiraiya taunted some more. In truth Jiraiya actually believed what Naruto said. His impressive power levels, along with the fact that he was able to block a couple of Jiraiya's punches with minimal effect while he was going at roughly 75% made a believer out of Jiraiya. The reason why he kept on taunting was because he wanted to see where this would all end. He wanted to see Naruto's- Asura's- whatever he was' ultimate power levels.

Unfortunately for Jiraiya, he may have bitten off more than he could chew. Naruto slowly rose to his feet and channelled such a great amount of chakra that the ground around him caved in. His chakra was visible to the naked eye now, something that not a lot of people could do. His eyes seemingly glowed brightly for about a second before he shifted into a battle stance. His right leg was place in front of his left leg, with his hands drawn back into his body. He stayed this way for a few seconds, watching as Jiraiya shifted slightly under the weight of the chakra that he was emitting. Right now he was emitting so much chakra that his mind was able to compare it to be at least ten times larger than the chakra Kakashi-sensei used in his fight with Zabuza.

He watched as Jiraiya stared at him with sweat rolling off his brow. Naruto was sure that the chakra he was emitting was high enough to alert sensor type shinobi that were all over Konoha. They and whoever else was skilled enough to pick up chakra from a mile away, metaphorically speaking.

Naruto grew tired of looking at Jiraiya and decided that the man's punishment for looking down on him was at hand. Naruto shifted his right foot slightly…this little action had the consequence of causing the ground to rumble, before it turned to mud that quickly rose into the air and went after Jiraiya. Naruto also drew in a large amount of air, before he breathed it out in the form of a gigantic inferno that quickly caught up to the mud tsunami and combined with it in order to create an even more powerful attack. The attack was on Jiraiya's vicinity within two seconds, burning everything that was in its path as it scorched the earth, before it cascaded down on its target.

There was an explosion of flames that ensued when the flaming mud tsunami reached its destination; flames so powerful that even Naruto had to jump back to avoid them completely.

'It looks like my new form has some issues with controlling chakra.' Naruto thought internally.

Naruto looked around the clearing, hoping to spot the legendary figure of Jiraiya, but after a few seconds of not seeing the man, he started getting thoughts about him killing the man.

'Oh no, don't tell me that I just killed one of the Sannin? The wrong one at that!' Naruto mentally panicked, but before his state of panic could escalate any further, he suddenly felt the earth below him shift quicker than his senses could allow him to escape. A second later and he found himself trapped in a large pool of muck that was slowly dragging him to the bottom. He was only in it ankle deep before he felt the technique stop sucking him in.

Naruto looked to the right side of the battlefield and saw Jiraiya kneeling there, with his hands on the ground, panting slightly, and covered in some soot. Naruto was able to piece together that this technique was Jiraiya's doing, and that he wanted to subdue him with it, not kill him.

"Thanks for trying to kill me, you stupid brat!" Jiraiya shouted at the top of his lungs.

"That is what you get for patronising me." Naruto replied, before he looked at the muck he was still stuck in and said, "Do you mind releasing me from this?"

Jiraiya said nothing, but the slow rising of his form from the depths of the muck told Naruto that Jiraiya had just reversed the technique. As soon as he was out of the muck, Naruto jumped towards Jiraiya and landed next to the man. Jiraiya stopped sending chakra into his technique, letting it harden before he stood up.

There was an awkward silence between both men as neither was sure about what to say to the other, before Naruto grew tired of this and simply said, "Do you believe me now?"

"Yes." Jiraiya said.

"What made you believe my story?" Naruto asked, genuinely curious as to what could have caused Jiraiya to believe him.

"You used skills that not even some Jonin can use." Jiraiya replied.

"Huh?" Naruto let his head hang lopsidedly, not sure about what the man was saying.

"What I mean is that you were able to keep up with me in a pure taijutsu fight. Granted I was not going all out, but still, being able to go toe to toe with a Sannin in taijutsu is something." Jiraiya proclaimed proudly.

Naruto shook his head and said, "I should have mopped the floor with you."

It was not arrogance, just the simple truth. Naruto knew of only a handful of people that were stronger than him, and those were his uncle, Hamura, his father, Hagoromo and grandmother, Kaguya. No one besides them could defeat him, not even his prodigious brother, Indra. His memories of his encounter with Orochimaru in the forest of death and his recent fight with Jiraiya told him all he needed to know about a Sannin's strength. They just were not on that level.

"What did you say?" Jiraiya asked as if he were feeling peeved.

"You heard me…I should have defeated you easily. It seems as though I need to train in order to regain my former strength." Naruto said, raising his fist up to his face, before he clenched and unclenched it repeatedly.

Jiraiya looked at the blonde boy before him with a calculative gaze. Sure he trusted the kid when he said that he was this Asura guy, and that he (Jiraiya) and Orochimaru were responsible for awakening him, but that did not mean that he was just going to sit by idly and not investigate this further. He also needed to inform Sarutobi-sensei about what had transpired. He thought about letting a Yamanaka look into the boy's mind; see if everything was okay, that would surely help with understanding the situation better.

"Tell me something kid," Jiraiya began, pausing only to make sure that he had Naruto's undivided attention and then he continued with his query, "If you are both Naruto and this Asura guy…what would you prefer to be called?"

Naruto was silent for a second before he replied, "Naruto. Ōtsutsuki Asura's time came and went a long time ago. Now is the time of Uzumaki Naruto."

Jiraiya nodded his head at that, clearly feeling relieved that Naruto remained intact. Another question popped into Jiraiya's head and he quickly asked it, "In all of your infinite wisdom," that felt cheesy, even for Jiraiya, "What is it that you believe you transmigrated for? What is the purpose for all of your reincarnating?"

In other words, what the fuck do you want?

Naruto was silent at that as he contemplated exactly what Jiraiya was saying. What was he here for? What was so different with this world that he had to be woken up from his eternal slumber? It was when that question popped into his mind that he had flashes rush through his head, flashes of the world through the eyes of Uzumaki Naruto. He could see how the world reacted to him, as a…Jinchuriki. That's right, his new form was the host to one of his brothers…he could not believe that he only noticed now how things were. Uzumaki Naruto was a Jinchuriki just like Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo, his father…but unlike his father, who held the great monstrosity that was the Jūbi, Naruto only held Kurama. From the memories of his new form he was able to ascertain that the current world did not know about the Jūbi, they just knew of his nine siblings.

These people had to count themselves lucky. His old man was seen as a god after he had mastered the power that the Jūbi possessed. To them, the Kyūbi, Kurama, was the strongest. The concept of calling his brothers and sisters names based off their tail count seemed foreign to him. It just felt wrong.

Another thing that he found to be wrong, with regards to his siblings, or in the case of Kurama, was how he was right now. His chakra felt evil, like he was some sort of demonic entity that thrived off hate, misery and despair. Just thinking about the foul presence his brother's, once warm, chakra emitted made his skin crawl…exactly what had happened to him during the last one thousand years?

After surfing through these memories and many more, he found another piece of memory that felt wrong to him. The way Naruto grew up, being ill-treated, and looked upon in disdain as if he were a freak show of some sort. This was not how a child should have grown up. Have human beings become so corrupted that they look down on a mere child with such malcontent? Was the world he and his father tried to build truly gone? Whatever happened to the teachings of Ninshū? Whatever happened to love, peace, understanding each other? Why was the world so bad?

All these questions and more plagued his mind. After a minute of silent contemplation, Naruto finally had his answer to Jiraiya's question.

"I do not know much about this world…but I do know that I need to change it. Just from looking at it through the eyes of Uzumaki Naruto, I can tell that there is much that has to be done in order to correct it from its current course. It is headed towards destruction."

"So what," Jiraiya began, "you aiming for world peace?"

The way the question was asked made Naruto feel like the man was condescending him again. He could try and strike him once more, but he knew that despite having larger chakra reserves than Jiraiya, many of the things he knew were suited for an adult body and that would mean that he was going to lose again, should they fight. He chose to ignore the obvious scepticism the man had and chose to reply to his question.

"Yes."

Silence reigned between the two males, as they both thought about what they wanted to do next. Jiraiya wanted to believe that the kid could do it, achieve peace. But it was easier said than done. He ought to know since he had pursued this for many, many years, and he was pretty sure that he would die before he even got the chance to fulfil his dream. He just hoped that he had someone to pass his will onto, and looking at Naruto made him realise that he might have found the right person. If he had attained it before, then that meant that he could do it once again.

"How are you going to go about doing this?" Jiraiya asked.

"I do not know…as I said before I do not know the ways of this world that much. I only know what I have experienced as Uzumaki Naruto, and even then it was pretty horrendous. This world is sicker than the world I grew up in. The methods I used before are not going to work now, that I am sure of." Naruto said confidently, before he added, "But that does not mean I will not try."

Jiraiya nodded his head at that, satisfied with the boy's reply. The one thing he was trying to wrap his head around was how the boy spoke. Gone were the spontaneous bursts of gibberish, and in came sentences with less conjunctions and more wisdom. Naruto's confidence in himself allowed Jiraiya to smile. Perhaps he was looking at the person that the Great Toad Sage spoke of.

"Well, if you want to save the world, then you'll have to get beefed up first!" Jiraiya proclaimed loudly. And by that he meant training.

"How?" Naruto asked.

"By studying under me of course!" Jiraiya said, striking a pose that spoke of his showboating ways.

"Really now? What could I possibly learn from a pervert like you?" Naruto asked smugly.

"Water walking for one!" Jiraiya answered with his own smug look, "You don't know how to do it."

Naruto looked at the man with a small smile, before he bent his knees slightly, pumped his legs with chakra, and shot off like a bullet fired into the air. He landed on the nearest source of water, which was a small stream he had tried to walk on previously, but failed horrendously while his chakra was still locked away. What occurred next caught Jiraiya, who was watching the blonde's every move, off-guard. Naruto landed on the stream with such grace that there was only a small amount of ripples caused by his soft landing. He looked down at his feet and frowned.

"I should not have disturbed the flow of this water." Naruto said, once again chalking it up to his new form. While to many, Jiraiya included, what he did was beyond graceful, to him it seemed wrong. He had been trained by his father to walk on water with such grace that he would not disturb the flow of the water. This made it abundantly clear to him that he needed to train himself again if he wanted to regain his former prowess.

"Wow gaki," Jiraiya exclaimed, "that was amazing."

"To me it was not." Naruto replied calmly, still looking down at his feet.

Jiraiya chose to ignore Naruto's current statement and instead chose to say something of his own, "Kid, don't worry too much about it. Fact is you can walk on water now…looks like the Gogyō Kaiin was the key to this."

"No…all that seal did was awaken my slumbering abilities." Naruto began, "While I can walk on water and churn out strong attacks, I cannot do it to the same effect as before. I need to train."

"Well luckily for you, the finals are a month away, so there's no rush." Jiraiya said.

Naruto was about to question what this man had said, before he remembered that shortly before the ordeal that caused his past persona to merge with him, he had been trying to train for the finals of the Chunin Exam which were, as Jiraiya put it, a month away.

A small smirk made its way onto Naruto's face as he said, "That's all the time I need."

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Naruto stood at the centre of a group of trees, with his eyes closed, not even bothering with anything else that was around him. He seemed to be at peace with himself, so much so that he looked like he was sleeping upright. That train of thought would have been quashed a second later because Naruto slowly moved into his battle stance. He placed one foot in front of another and brought his hands closer to his chest. All of this occurred with closed eyes.

As soon as his eyes snapped open however, he sprang into action. He went into a series of kata, trying to get his new body to get accustomed to his old fighting style. He felt weird, practising his old moves in a shorter body, but he did not let that thought dominate his head, because he instead chose to focus on his movements.

He imagined himself being attacked by multiple men, ten to be exact. He ducked under the first man's punch, grabbing hold of his wrist while simultaneously diving down and sweeping another off their feet. Without even pausing Naruto swung the one whose wrist he held at another assailant before he jumped into the air in order to avoid a hail of kunai being thrown at him.

Naruto cocked his fist back while he was in the air, before he brought it down onto his closest enemy, who fortunately for him (the enemy), rolled out of the way. Naruto's fist impacted with the ground with such a tremendous force that it cratered, the size of the crater being three times that of the punch. Naruto could sense another assailant try to jump him from behind. He dragged his right foot on the ground, saturating the earth with his chakra through his foot, before he flung this foot backwards into the air. This caused a big portion of earth to dislodge and launch like a projectile at the attacker. This surprised the assailant greatly, and he was caught square on the chest by the projectile.

Naruto stood up and performed a round house kick at nothing but thin air. The earth projectile launched in the direction of the kick, surprising another assailant long enough to get face smacked by the boulder, knocking him out cold. Naruto brought his hands up past his head, willing the boulder to shoot to the sky, and as soon as it reached its apex, he brought his hands down swiftly, making sure that they spread while he did so. The boulder broke off into two pieces and then rained down on two more surprised victims.

Naruto decided to stop using the boulder as a means of attacking his opponents and went back to pure hand to hand combat. Too bad his opponents did not think along the same lines as him. They attacked with a variation of weapons. They were throwing kunai, shuriken and a host of other things at their opponent. Naruto realised he would not be able to escape in time, so he bent down on his knees and started spinning on his right leg. This caused him to gather up the surrounding air in a small cyclone. He then stretched his arms out, and as if acting on his unspoken command the wind blew back all of the weapons. The weapons rushed back to their owners at three times the speed they were initially thrown, catching the owners off guard long enough for them to either get lacerated by them, or get killed by them.

By the end of the small cyclone Naruto counted only three opponents left. They looked at him with burning determination, before they rushed at him, looking to end him. Naruto brought his right hand to his face. He dropped all of his fingers save his index and middle finger. He then channelled chakra to the tips of his fingers, watching as they were coated in a dark blue substance, before Naruto made a slicing motion towards his three opponents.

As if they, and the two trees behind them were cut by a sword, the trio fell down, face first into the earth. The trees behind them had a slash mark that appeared that caused it to separate as it was cleanly cut into two. Naruto looked at the fingers that were just coated with blue energy and sighed. His techniques still lacked control.

"Is it over?" He heard a voice say a few metres outside the tree lining.

"I believe it is." replied another voice.

Naruto turned and slowly made his way over to the voices. When he got to where they were he was greeted by the sight of Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Sandaime Hokage standing with Jiraiya. Both men looked at him with awe in their eyes after the display of skill he had just unleashed. They could not see exactly who he was fighting with, but his movements were not that of a twelve year old, they were of an experienced fighter. One who could challenge anyone that stood in his way.

"Sup jiji, Ero-sennin." Naruto said brightly.

"Sup?" Jiraiya said, "What happened to the new you that spoke in a noble-like manner?"

"He died." Naruto said. There were a few moments of silence between the three males, before they all burst out laughing at the same time.

"HAHAHA!" their laughter could be heard loud and clearly.

After what seemed like a long time, they all calmed down enough for Naruto to explain, "Over the last two weeks, both of my personalities have been merging to form a complete being. During the first few days my past life was more dominant due to it being the strong force, but the old me has slowly crawled his way back."

"I see." The Sandaime said sagely. His Hokage robes fluttered in the wind slightly as he assessed everything that he knew about the current situation.

The Sandaime had felt a huge chakra surge that day two weeks ago. He was pretty sure every shinobi worth their money could feel that chakra. It spoke of power, destruction and a whole lot of other things. He had immediately consulted his crystal ball and he saw Naruto and Jiraiya duking it out. Of course Jiraiya won, but the display of power Naruto showed put the old man on edge. After he had been informed by Jiraiya about what was happening to the blonde, Hiruzen took some time off his busy schedule to try and look in on Naruto, and suffice to say he was totally blown away.

"What was that move that you performed with the boulder?" the Sandaime asked, "It seemed as if it was obeying your will telepathically."

"I simply saturated a small piece of earth with my chakra before I used it as weapon, bending the chakra within it to my will." Naruto replied.

The Sandaime was shocked by what he heard. Something of this nature would take chakra control that was probably on par with Senju Tsunade. For Naruto to perform something like this, it was quite extraordinary.

"Well that is something else entirely." Jiraiya proclaimed with a small whistle.

"Yeah, it is pretty cool. I cannot believe that my past self was so inventive when I came to techniques." Naruto said, before he got a downcast look on his face, "It makes me wonder if I was ever going to be this good if I did not awaken this past me."

Jiraiya smirked at the boy before he said, "What's with the downtrodden look kid? It doesn't suit you…but to answer your question all I will say is that we will never know. Just use what you have and see if you can't accomplish your goals then kid. There's no use crying over spilt milk, just take what you've been dealt with and use it to the best of your ability."

"You're right." Naruto said after a few moments of silence. He liked this mature side of Jiraiya, it showed that the man truly was a legendary shinobi. Despite this though Naruto knew he still had many obstacles along the way that he needed to accomplish. One of them was relearning how to use natural energy since this body was not naturally attuned to it, and he also needed to learn how to use Inton and Yōton (Yin and Yang) again.

"I still need to master my Inton and Yōton all over again. I can use it, but not to the same degree as before." Naruto said, thinking back to his last jutsu that sliced up his three imaginary opponents. It should not have cut the trees that were behind them, he was not aiming for them. He clearly needed to work on his techniques.

"Well if you want, I can help you with that." Jiraiya said.

Naruto wanted to refute the man's offer to help him, but he decided against going at this solo. Who knows, maybe the man had a way for him to master this before the Chunin Exam finals. Asura was sure that while the quality in warriors declined over the centuries, there were new methods for learning that had been created specifically for this moment.

"Yeah sure…what do you have in mind?" Naruto asked.

"Nothing much…" Jiraiya said smugly, before he bit his thumb, drawing a drop of blood from it, ran through a string of hand seals at a very fast rate, and then he slammed his palm on the ground and cried out, "Kuchiyose no Jutsu (Summoning Technique)."

White smoke enveloped the area, blanketing it for a few seconds, before it disappeared and revealed a toad that was larger than Naruto himself that held a scroll. Naruto looked at Jiraiya with a quizzical look as the man proudly said, "I'll teach you how to summon."

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Chapter End

And that ends the first chapter of my brand new story, Transmigration. For those who are wondering about my other story The Right Hand of Fate, don't worry, I have not given up on that story. I just haven't found the correct stimuli to help me write it. In other words I got writers block.

This is my first 10K+ chapter on this site. I certainly hope it isn't my last.

Next chapter: Greatness

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This is Thabane Tha Creator and I'm out!