Konoha's ninja school hummed with activity.
"Today, if you fail the Transformation test, you will run ten laps around the playground," Ryo yelled, limping to the platform.
"Why another test? We just had one a few days ago!" Students at tidy desks muttered to each other.
"The enemy will not test you. These tests check your training. Training keeps you alive later." Ryo's voice silenced the chatter. "Kakashi, you first."
"Wow, Kakashi's first again. The teacher's picking on him," a chubby boy with spiky hair said.
"Kakashi is a genius. Want to go instead, you loser who cannot even use the transformation technique?" another student said.
"Even if I'm a loser, why's it always Kakashi? What about Dosuke?"
"Dosuke, do your best! Show Kakashi who's better!"
Dosuke sighed, blowing at the bangs on his forehead, and ignored the chubby boy words.
Kakashi, son of Konoha's hero, White Fang, was exceptional. While the students argued, he performed the Transformation Technique, becoming Dosuke. A gray high-collared shirt, white shorts, and dark ninja boots matched Dosuke exactly, but this version lacked Dosuke's lazy air. Kakashi's thin frame seemed sharper, more intense.
"Hey, your turn!" Kakashi, still transformed as Dosuke, stared at Dosuke with his usual blank eyes.
Dosuke stood, adjusted his short sleeves and shorts, and walked to the podium. He formed a hand sign with a quick touch. Then he used the Transformation Technique to become a perfect Kakashi.
"Is this okay?" Dosuke's asked.
"Great job!" Ryo shouted. "Transformation Technique can save your life when surrounded by enemies. You two go back to your seats."
Poof. Poof. Kakashi and Dosuke released their Transformation Techniques as they walked back to their seats, passing each other.
"Hey, when do we spar?" Kakashi whispered.
Kakashi eyed Dosuke: gray high-collared shirt, white shorts, slanted bangs, round eyes widening under his gaze, small nose flaring, round chin, pale skin. A soft, weak guy. * How does this frail boy tie with me, son of White Fang, for first place? He should be last! * Kakashi thought.
"I do not want to fight you. Hasn't Guy been begging to spar with you?" Dosuke sat down and said to Kakashi.
"I'm the best. How can a weakling like you tie with me?" Kakashi said, eyeing Dosuke's skinny arms and legs with disdain.
"Oh, I see." Dosuke turned. "Guy, Kakashi says he wants to spar with you. It's been a while, right?"
"Yeah, Kakashi! I knew you wanted a real man's fight!" Guy stood, left hand on his hip, right index finger pointing. "Let's go, Kakashi-kun!"
"Might Guy, what are you doing?" Ryo shouted. "Have you passed the test?"
"No need, teacher. I haven't learned the Transformation Technique yet. I'll run ten laps. No, my youth still burns! I'll run twenty laps!" Guy sprinted out the door.
"Kakashi, I'll fight you when I'm back!" His voice echoed from outside.
Kakashi watched Guy leave, his head hurting. He turned to Dosuke, who narrowed his eyes and smiled. * Those narrowed eyes make him look so tricky * Kakashi thought.
"Ha, ha! Kakashi, you scared? I'm the strongest in class! No challenge scares me!" Obito stood, orange goggles shining, and laughed at Kakashi.
"No one's challenging you," Rin said, tugging Obito's arm.
"Another fool." Kakashi rubbed his head, dropped onto his desk, and put his chin on his arms, paying no attention to anyone. He watched other students do the Transformation Technique on the platform.
"Kakashi, I am joining the Konoha medical class. If you get hurt, do not expect me to fix you," Dosuke said to Kakashi, who was slumped over his desk.
"Who cares? I will never need your help," Kakashi mumbled and then looked away.
"Dosuke, you're really joining the medical class?" Shizune asked.
"Yes, I am thinking about it. The medical class needs good know, so I will study more," Dosuke said.
"I could surprise you! I know a strong medical ninja who can guide you," Shizune said, smiling.
"Awesome, I am excited for your surprise, Shizune," Dosuke said, smiling back.
The afternoon went by with tests. Kakashi didn't spar with Guy, who was still running his twenty laps when school was over.
At home, after dinner, Dosuke sat on his bed, refining his chakra.
Two hours later, he sighed. "No progress at all." He felt the chakra in his body remained unchanged. * How can I survive in the ninja world like this? Others who cross over get cheats. Massive chakra like the Senju or Uzumaki, or at least a tailed beast. I've got plain ninja chakra and no boost. This is tough! * he thought.
Dosuke refined chakra a bit more, then gave up. Since age four, he'd spent two hours daily on this habit. By five, his chakra grew slightly, but nothing dramatic.
"I'll join the medical class and be a healer. At least I'm good at chakra control." Dosuke stretched out his right hand. A precise layer of chakra coated his palm.
Mystical Palm Technique glowed in his hand. This medical ninjutsu use chakra to heal wounds, inside or out, with incredible speed. Few in the medical class could use it. Mastering it marked a true medical ninja.
For Dosuke, this chakra-heavy technique felt natural. When he first tried climbing trees and walking on water, it was easy. By spreading chakra evenly to his feet, he stuck to trees and glided on water. No struggle like Naruto or Sasuke in the story.
Yes, Dosuke was a traveler from another world. No truck crash, no heroic act, no meteor strike. He fell asleep on a plane home and woke up as Dosuke in the Naruto world.
He stopped the Mystical Palm Technique, stood up, and went outside.
In a forest, a leg swept toward him. "Leaf Whirlwind!"
Dosuke instantly vanished and was replaced by wooden logs.
"Oops, Substitution Jutsu," Guy said.
"Water Style: Water Bullet!" A pea-sized water ball shot forward. Whoosh...
Guy dodged, and the bullet pierced three tree trunks behind him.
Dosuke faced Guy, pointing his index finger.
"Strong Fist!" Guy charged, stomping the ground and drove his fist toward Dosuke's stomach.
The punch landed, but where his strike should have hit flesh, a Water Wall appeared. A thin layer of water rippled at the impact, absorbing the force of the blow.
"Water Style: Water Bullet!"
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
At close range, seven or eight water balls brushed Guy's scalp, some even cutting his hand and leg.
"Enough! Every time I try to hit you, your Water Wall stops it," Guy said, waving his hands as a little blood dripped from them.
"Fine. Come here, I will heal you. Do not attack at close range next time," Dosuke said.
"You are here, right?" Guy said, ignoring his injury.
Green light from the Mystical Palm Technique glowed over Guy's hand and arm and wounds from the water bullets earlier closed quickly.
"Thanks, Guy. Without you, I would not have learned the Mystical Palm Technique," Dosuke said.
As his mind drifted to a year ago.