MULTIVERSE TRAVEL STARTS FROM NARUTO WITH GACHA

Finally shaking off his sleep, Hiroshi woke up and looked around the room he had only seen once before falling asleep,he muttered to himself, "So it's real… not a dream."

With a heavy sigh, he pushed himself out of bed, his body stiff and aching.He needed to understand both his situation and the state of the world before it was too early to start making plans.

As he stepped out of his room, tucked away in the far corner of the mansion, its location made his low status painfully clear.

Servants and guards noticed him, but they didn't react or acknowledge his presence.

He noticed their indifference but chose to move on.

Leaving the mansion, he stepped into the bustling city streets, filled with the noise and energy of countless people.

Keeping his head down, he navigated his way toward a small ramen shop a familiar spot for the original Hiroshi.

"One ramen," he said, his voice monotone, as he slid into a corner seat without making eye contact.

The shop owner gave him a brief look, nodded, and yelled back to his worker, "One ramen!"

Hiroshi sat in silence, staring at the worn table in front of him, waiting for his ramen. The faint hum of conversations around him blurred into the background until a particular exchange at the table nearby caught his attention. His ears perked up, and he subtly lifted his eyes to listen.

"Did you hear about the Yellow Flash of the Leaf?" one man asked, slurping his noodles. Hiroshi could see his face, curiosity etched on it.

"Yeah," replied another man, his back to Hiroshi.

The first man leaned forward, lowering his voice slightly but not enough to keep Hiroshi from hearing. "I heard he can teleport. They say he's killed countless ninjas from other villages in an instant."

"True," the second man replied with a nod. "The jutsu he uses was last seen with the Second Hokage. It's terrifying."

"Yeah," the first man continued,"I also heard most of the Senju clan died in the last war. There are barely any left now."

The second man sighed. "Even so, Konoha is still the strongest village. It's a good thing they're in the Land of Fire."

"Sometimes I wonder what would happen if they were part of another land instead of ours," the first man said with a chuckle, trying to make light of the thought.

The second man didn't laugh. "That wouldn't be good for us," he replied, his tone serious.

Hiroshi quickly realized the timeline he was in the Third Ninja War. The mentions of the Yellow Flash, the Senju clan, and the ongoing conflict made it clear.

The staff set the ramen in front of Hiroshi. "Need anything else?".

Hiroshi shook his head and began eating, the warm noodles offering a brief distraction from the thoughts racing in his mind.

As Hiroshi ate, the thought crossed his mind that if this world follows the original plot, Rin should already be dead or will be soon.

He chewed slowly, the weight of it sinking in. He knew what would come next , Minato becoming the Fourth Hokage, the birth of Naruto, the death of his parents, the Uchiha massacre, the Chunin Exams, Sasuke turning rogue, the Pain arc, and finally, the battle that would shape everything.

It was all laid out, like a story he already knew too well. But now, he was part of it.

And he definitely didn't want to be a side character.

First things first, he thought, I need to leave here. He immediately made up his mind, knowing there was no future for him in this place. He didn't know why the current daimyo hadn't killed him yet, but he sure wasn't going to stick around to find out.

The original Hiroshi had stayed because he dreamed of blending into the family, hoping to earn some semblance of belonging, maybe even find his place with his uncle's side. But Hiroshi wasn't buying into that fantasy. He wasn't interested in being trapped in a cycle of rejection and neglect.

This place wasn't his home, and the constant cold stares from his aunts made it painfully clear that he would never be accepted. He wasn't going to waste his time here, waiting for a spot in a family that didn't want him.

But where could I go? That was the real question, the one that needed serious thought.

He couldn't just leave without knowing where to head next. He had to figure out his next move carefully.

This world was darker than anyone could imagine. On one hand, children were taught jutsu and trained to become strong, but on the other, they were groomed to be killers from the very beginning.

The line between growth and brutality was thin, and Hiroshi couldn't ignore the harsh reality this was a world where innocence didn't last long.