Can Pokemon Into Naruto? 1 (Patreon)

Commissioned by Anthony Maxwell

Can Pokemon into Naruto?

Chapter 1

-VB-

“What the fuck?”

I looked up from where I laid and felt confused.

I don’t remember being anywhere near a forest. As in I don’t remember ever traveling to any forest in the last five years. 

An island, yes. A desert, yes. A savanna, yes. Maybe the riverside where there were many trees but not enough to be called a forest.

A true forest, no.

I slowly sat up and looked around and immediately noticed three things. One, I had my usual outfit: a black sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and the thick jacket. Two, it was humid and hot. Three, my mind was half focused on something else that was streaming into my brain. 

I winced and moaned as spiking pain similar to migraine pain started picking at my head. It felt deeper than any migraine pain I’ve experienced, and no amount of pressure, finagling, and even self-inflicted pain in other areas of the body stopped it. 

I fell back, my head hitting the leaf-littered ground, and laid there, twitching and trembling in pain.

But a random thought crossed my mind before I blacked. 

Pokemon…?

-VB-

My eyes opened back up and I looked around. In a repeat of the last time I was awake, I looked around and took in my surroundings. 

This time, I was inside a hovel. Made out of wood, mud, and thatch. 

I groggily looked down at myself and saw that my clothes were still on, and I had been sleeping on what looked like straw bed with a tattered fur cover.

That explained the back aches. 

I groaned as I got up and looked around. 

Then there was a flap to my left. I looked up and saw someone entering the house through its flap doors. 

“Ah, you’re awake,” the rough looking man who walked in said. He wore … so that a hand woven linen shirt and pants? “I found you asleep and drooling in the forest. Looked like you got robbed, too. You doing good now?” He had a basket filled with … groceries? 

The back told me, no, I wasn’t doing good, but I apparently got found by a good samaritan. “I’m doing better, thank you.”

The man sniffed. “Name’s Aoto.” Then he paused. “Say… are you a noble? You sound like one.”

The moment he said, I registered two more things.

One, I understood him and he wasn’t speaking English. It sounded like Japanese, or a dialect of Japanese, but also not. Two, I was speaking his language with fluency.

Those were two discoveries already putting me at unease. 

“No, I’m not a noble. Never met one,” I told him honestly. “Can you tell me where I am? I think I’m lost.”

He snorted. “Sounds about right!” he said as he put down his basket of groceries next to what passed for a table. Except it was just a raised earth platform with flat wood panel on top of it. “No one comes around to this part of the Land of Fire unless they have business!” 

I stared at him.

“Where did you say we were?” I asked again, aghast. 

He paused. “Um. Sorry, are you not from around here? You got the capital accent I’ve heard a few times.”

“No. No, I’m not,” I said with horror. “Did you just say Land of Fire…?”

There were only a few places that had “fire” as a significant part of their name that I knew of. And they were all fiction.

“Yeah. We’re at the Unlucky Handle of the Great Land of Fire,” he snorted. “The village chief can tell you exactly where we are, because he’s the important guy keeping track of things like that, but yeah, that’s where we are.” Then he squinted his eyes. “Where did you say you were from again?”

“I didn’t. I’m … not supposed to be here. Or in this region. Or anywhere near the Elemental Nations.”

He looked surprised. “Well, jeez. You sound like you’re really lost.”

“H-How far are we from … Konohagakure?”

Because if this was really the world of Naruto…

“The leaf ninja place? I don’t know but it ain’t anywhere around here or the coast. Now. Do you eat fish around where you’re from?”

My mind randomly thought about vaporeon and how they liked fish, for some reason. Regardless of the random stray thought, I nodded. 

-VB-

I did eat fish, though mostly sea fish. 

Freshwater fish was fine with me when I found out I was rather hungry. 

A simple fish grilled over fire with a bit of salt. A bunch of different vegetables washed, chopped up, and lightly roasted over fire and garnished with a bit of salt again. It was a fair that could barely be called meager…

But it tasted heavenly. 

Maybe that’s how famished I had been but which had been ignored so far because of the sheer ridiculousness of everything that happened. 

And so after “dinner,” I was now following Aoto to meet with his village chief. 

I noticed that he lived on the edge of the village and that we were heading in.

As I followed in him, I began to have thoughts. How was I here? Why was I here? Why did my mind keep on giving me random blueprints that I had no idea what to do about? Why was it all related to pokemon in one shape or form, directly or indirectly? 

Those thoughts came to a stop as I noticed something else about the village and all of its people. They were poor. Tattered clothes were one thing, but their houses built out of mud, leaves, and sticks were falling apart when they were surrounded by a forest filled with those. Only half of the people wore shoes. 

By their standards, I was filthy rich even if I had nothing else on me. 

It unnerved me. 

Aside from a brief moment where I irrationally thought if the villagers would attack to kill and steal from me, the Land of Fire should have been a much richer place than this. Konohagakure wasn’t exactly what I should base the entire nation off of, but at the very least, many villages that showed up on the show - manga or anime - were better off than this!

But then again, the show never covered the entire Land of Fire, did it? And just like America had shit ton of ghost towns and small towns in a constant state of decay and depopulation, I shouldn’t have expected better. 

Should I have? 

We arrived at the village chief’s house, a slightly better kept thatch and mud wall house with a stick fence to mark the “front lawn” of the house. The low level of the stick fence told me that it wasn’t to keep people out or to stop them from staring but merely to mark out the front of the house where there were flat tables and whatnot for people to sit.

“Chief! I brought the nearly dead guy!” 

“BRAT!” 

I flinched at the loudness of the voice before loud stomps from within the house … led to a big guy.

The gray-haired bushy bearded and equally tattered linen cloth wearing man as Aoto stared at him and then at me. 

“Well, you seem to be doing well now,” the chief huffed as he gave Aoto a brief glare. “The troublemaker making me think that he dragged you here while you were barely awake or something. Come! We need to have a talk.”

I walked through the small opening in the stick fence and sat down at the wooden low table where he also came to sit. Sitting cross legged from me, he leaned forward a little. 

“My name is Xinujang, and this is the village of Yonomoto by the Sea Mountain. What is your name and where are you from?”

I blinked.

That was a long name for a village name…

“My name is…” I paused. “Do you want a name closer to the language you speak or how I speak it?”

It was just a question I threw out to make up a name for myself. I doubted *** ***** ***** would work out for me around here. 

He raised an eyebrow. “Go with whatever.”

“Okay… My name is Kurotoge Karl.”

Kurotoge. Blackthorn. Karl. Not exactly Clair but sounded masculinely close enough. Why did I choose that name? I don’t know! The constant pokemon-related thoughts, tidbits, and extremely intrusive blueprints were starting to get to me!

The village chief obviously knew that I was bullshitting him a little, at least, but didn’t make a production of it. 

“So. You leaving soon or …?”

Did I want to leave? I didn’t have supplies, map, or anything else that would let me survive out there. 

“No… I know how to farm and smith, though,” I replied, because both were true; the former because I watched too many YouTube videos and the latter because whatever was dumping pokemon related thoughts into my head saw my situation and dumped a whole tech tree up there in my noggins. “Can I stay?”

“... Sure, but since planting season’s over, you’ll earn your keep gathering foragables like mushrooms and barries and firewood in the forest. And if that doesn’t work out because you get lost easily, then someone can teach you how to fish. That sound fair?”

“Totally.”

But even as he said that, my mind was working toward on how - somehow - shoving needles into a berry seed might get me a crude Oran Berry seed.

Because … Because somehow.

But what was I going to lose aside from one or two seeds following these intrusive thoughts? 

I was a little excited to try it out.