Naruto: Snow Cold

----------???'s POV, somewhere else in the Hidden Cloud Village--------

Fire. What is fire? To me, it's everything.

You may wonder how I ended up in this situation. To be honest, it's a very, very long story that would take ages to tell, and you'd probably fall asleep halfway through.

Just kidding—I was transmigrated. You know, like in one of those super-generic isekai anime. It wasn't exactly a smooth ride either—the headache was pretty painful, actually. Next thing I know, I'm this blonde chick with red eyes, wearing orphan clothes. You know the drill.

Oh, and I'm in Naruto. Yes, that Naruto. The one where people bend elements and pull off all kinds of crazy techniques like they're in Avatar or something. But honestly? I didn't care about any of that. From the moment I realized where I was, all I knew was one thing: the only element that truly deserved my unconditional love is fire.

Ah, my name's Scarlet, by the way. Nice to meet you, world!

Like I said before, fire is everything to me. It's crazy, isn't it? It's both beautiful and terrifying at the same time. It's like it's alive or something, but it doesn't breathe. It devours everything in its path, yet somehow gives life at the same time. It's pure damn energy—always hungry for more and always changing.

Flames flicker and dance around, shifting from yellow to orange to red, sometimes even blue when it's at its hottest. I don't believe that's the limit, though. I want them to burn even brighter and hotter than that! Fire is warmth, but it's also dangerous as hell. A small fire can feel cozy, sure, but an out-of-control one? Oh man, it'll burn everything to the ground, to the point that not even ashes would remain.

You hear it crackling, hissing, roaring— Nothing is as satisfying as that. Fire's light, too. It can light up the darkest places, but it also throws off shadows that feel like they're alive. It pulls you in like a lure, like you're drawn to it, but you know you can get burned if you get too close.

It is life and death. It cooks your food, heats your home, but it can also wipe out entire forests or turn even a village to ash. It changes everything it touches, and you can't control it without knowing it could go wild at any second. Completely unpredictable.

And that's what I absolutely fucking love about it—fire is freedom itself! It can't be tamed, because even when you think you've got it under control, there's always a small chance for it to run wild and do its own thing. It demands respect because if you forget that, it'll remind you real quick~

My family always used to tell me not to play with fire, for... well, obvious reasons. "You'll hurt yourself, Sunhee," they'd say, or, "That hobby of yours could hurt others." But what they didn't understand was that I didn't just play with fire—I lived for it. It wasn't just a hobby. It was a part of me, something deep in my bones that I couldn't shake, even if I wanted to. And trust me, I would never want to throw it away.

Ahahaha, what am I even rambling on about? Let me just get to the point.

The thing is, this world obviously fascinated me. The moment I learned about the energy residing inside me—chakra, they called it—I didn't think about fancy jutsus, summonings, or even the oh-so-famous Rasengan. Nope. None of that crossed my mind.

Fire Release. That was it. Fire was all I thought about.

The idea of molding this energy into something that burns, blazes, and scorches? Oh, it was like a dream come true. Like giving a chocoholic an XXL-sized milk chocolate bar and telling them, "Don't go too wild with it." Yeah, sure, good luck with that. Forget being sneaky or stealthy, throwing projectiles, or mastering all the elements like some balanced prodigy. Give me flames that roar, that consume absolutely everything in their path! I didn't want control; I wanted chaos. I wanted infernos!

I wasn't trying to "master" Fire Release like some disciplined monk. Nah, I wanted to live it. To breathe it. To let it become part of me.

Before, people around me always thought I was insane. I'd get lectures over and over from my parents, that fire is dangerous, that it could hurt my siblings, blah blah blah. Sure, I'd burnt down the school lab before because I brought lighter fluid instead of alcohol for the assignment, and I'd gotten grounded for a month... But you know what? They didn't understand me.

Fire isn't about restraint; it's about expression. It's about taking the wildest, most uncontainable part of yourself and letting it burn brighter than anyone thought possible!

Sure, maybe I had no clue what I was doing at first. I knew a lot of stuff about the show, though.

I couldn't move the energy inside me. I pushed and pushed every single night, uncaring for the pain, and in a single week, I managed to unlock it. I didn't care about what anyone thought about me or the looks they gave me at the orphanage, I just kept nabbing leaves from the trees and sticking them to my forehead. You know the basic stuff.

I also tried holding them and trying to "cut" through them with chakra alone, and I thought... What if it was a bit more fiery?

It wasn't the grandest of techniques, but the sensation I felt when the energy moved, when I got the slightest bit of control, was enough to fuel my burning obsession. I could feel it in my cells. Burn brighter, turn the heat even higher, consume everything!

I didn't just want to control it; I wanted to unleash it, let it rage through me. Every failure made me more determined, more obsessed with that crackling sensation I felt in my fingertips. If I could make a simple leaf burn, then I could set the whole world on fire.

The night I finally did it... I remember it clearly. My hands were trembling, sweat dripping down my forehead from the exhaustion of chakra. But this time, when I focused on the leaf, I felt the burn in my chest. The rush of energy flowed through me, and I felt the tiniest flicker of heat gather at my fingertips. It wasn't much, but it was enough. I had done it.

I held the leaf, currently being charred, in the air. It hurt my fingertips, but I didn't give a crap. It was curling into ashes, and I stared at it wide-eyed. It was fire, and it was mine.

That was the night I knew. Fire itself had chosen me, and I promised myself...

Everyone will know about my flames.

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(A/N: HEY GUYS!! I'M FINALLY FREE FROM SCHOOL, AND I'LL FINALLY START UPLOADING!)