Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or anything relating to it aside from any characters I throw into the story.

I am unsure for what time frame to have her in, some time during the second war is what I am thinking but I need a few opinions.

I will make her arrogant and jutsu based, taijutsu being her weakness. She will take interest in medicine but will overall aim for an aggressive standing.

In addition I will try researching majority of the things I place into the story so that way things will be much more consistent.

She won't be a bad guy I promise everyone!

Story summary: After getting reborn with no recollection of her past, Chieri must move on and create her new self. Due to her prior intellect she becomes very arrogant and it causes a few consequences for her down the line. Without knowledge of the Naruto world, Chieri will experience things she never thought was possible. Will she be able to protect her village from the continuous conflicts of war?

Vainglory

A noun that represents an inordinate pride in oneself or in one's achievement.

Reincarnation is a strange concept.

A soul will transfer to another form when it's original host body is no longer fit. Now what exactly determines what a soul is, more so a human one? There have been studies showing that a human soul does have mass but it is nothing tangible. Perhaps it is simply a string of memories that float in the wind waiting to be drawn in. Or perhaps the human soul is a type of paranormal entity that can retain knowledge and it's purpose is to overtake a human body.

A truly enticing concept that I am afraid I can not study.

Now what about the soul that takes over the body? Does it retain any memories? In my case I do recall my previous life selectively. It seems anything necessary to survive and a few studies, such as my knowledge of the human body and social standard, stayed strong. I got the lucky end, my intellect seems to have not been withered with the transfer. Only my past, who I was before I passed is a distant echo.

The disorientation of being a newborn was extraordinarily irritating. My eyesight was terrible beyond a few inches from my face along with my body coordination getting thrown out a window from a twelve story building. Absolutely horrendous to have to experience a lack of control especially when it came to bodily fluids. I don't have to suffer alone however, I seem to have a loving family. I have a mother and father, their details always seem to slip away when I try to recall their appearance. I suppose an infants brain cannot hold details for long, alternatively it could also be a result of my previous limited memories. I seem to have an older sibling, I believe them to be a male but I am not fully sure. They are never close enough for my pathetic eyes to study.

My new family seem quite nice, it is actually quite pleasant to have individuals who speak the same language I have spoken before, not too many things to relearn. From what I observed, my parents get into fits easily. The two will often get into an argument when it comes to me or my sibling, who by this point I have confirmed was a male. Their negativity seems to dissipate when I am in their presence, their voices turning to varied coos and awes.

Mother will take care of me majority of the time while Father and my brother will provide entertainment. I feel apologetic for the continuous attention I require and for the stress I cause.

I will make sure, now that I am keenly aware of the infancy stages, that I repay my parents and sibling for dealing with me.

I actively try to work on my speaking skills, babbling different noises to try and replicate the correct sounds for words. I was determined to have my first words be either father or mother.

In addition I worked on my physical limitations. Moving my arms and legs to try and get them to respond to what I wanted them to do, it was horribly frustrating. I want to say my speaking skills developed around the same speed as my motor skills. Shaky at first but soon solid.

Akira, my brother, is such a wonderful boy. His continuous company helped redevelop my social skills by constantly giving words and actions of encouragement. Thanks to him, I am familiar with every ones names, a step further to being where I used to be. Akira would bring many different toys to me so we could play together and develop my control, I grew extremely fond of him for his assistance.

As my family noticed that I picked up on things a little quicker than I should have been able too, they decided to introduce literature to me. Well it was more like they would read stories to me but I enjoyed the strangeness of them, all being about valiant shinobi.

Perhaps my family is fond of the loyalty and strength a shinobi represents.

My parents were shocked to say the least when their little girl spoke her first two words at a very young age while at the lunch table. Akira urged me to speak more words, as I did they all grew more astonished. Akira would beam with pride claiming that it was his doing that I was so accelerated, I will let him sit with that train of thought.

My family would shine with pride with every new word I spoke, my own ego getting stroked at the accomplishment I achieved.

Even if I had a cheat card of prior understanding, they wouldn't know that. In fact, I would make sure that they do not know that.

I will simply be their child and not a thief of the original body.

The next step was for crawling and walking, although my skin would get irritated from the floor, it was exhilarating to be able to move around on my own. Akira would hold my hands to teach me the stability of walking, I missed it greatly. He was extra careful and would pause to ask if I was alright when my legs would shake or if I would stumble forward.

Mother caught us one time and she was shell-shocked, tears of joy springing to her eyes at my progress.

My babies are growing, she would wail out before pulling both Akira and me for a hug. Father also had an aurora of pride when he heard, he ruffled my hair and helped me walk to see it for himself.

I have noted that at any major development I had she would often do that, she was boosting my ego greatly.

When they thought we couldn't hear my parents would often whisper to themselves of my progression, a prodigy they claimed I was. I was rather far from that but what exactly can I do to correct them? If I spoke up that would show I have a vast knowledge of the language which shouldn't be possible for my age.

In addition from what I have noted so far of my location, I am not where I used to be.

This... world is vastly different from my original one.

There are continuous mentions of shinobi and everyone has strange attire. The city we are currently located in they often mention is Konoha, it does not ring any bells. Even how my family looks is a tad bit of a indication that things were not the same.

My mother has bright cerulean hair that has a unnatural shape, her bang spikes outwards from her face with two long sections to frame. She had multiple layers that spiked out in a strange thick-thin-thick style that reached her lower back. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of lilac, that I was lucky enough to inherit, which of course I found out much later.

My father on the other hand had long and luscious black locks. His hair was usually partially held back in a type of bun while the rest was left to flutter around him like a cape, absolutely beautiful. His eyes were so bright that they strongly reminded me of the sky, a tinge of purple glistening in certain lighting.

Both of them had fair skin and slim figures, their heights even were similar. I can't give an exact estimate since my visual cues and perception are still questionable. Mother often dressed in bright traditional gowns while father would often wear dark muted colors and clothes. Considering the color choices I think it is safe to assume that my wardrobe was all purchased by my mother, the bright colors and bold patterns were my only indication.

Akira on the other hand had our fathers black locks but our mothers unruly style, he had spikes of different lengths. His eyes were the same shade as mothers but with a sky blue tone in a few spots, he looked adorable simply put. Akira appeared to be around the age of four making him approximately three years older than me. He was probably around the height of three feet, maybe a little taller.

I have only a slight clue to what my own appearance is, fair skin with spiked hair. I found out about the hairstyle when I saw my shadow, I thought I had a hat on or something along those lines but it was in fact my hair. The strands appeared white but with a blue shine, a iridescent quality for sure. I am rather eager to see what I look like in this new form but at the same time it would be odd. I am used to seeing my old self which simply was centered around a plain black and white scheme, in this body who knew the possibilities?

A slightly off putting thought would be why do I have white locks while my parents do not?

Am I perhaps a bastard child? That would explain the arguments about me.

What if I was adopted instead? No that wouldn't make sense I recall the afterbirth, these two are my parents I am sure.

Progress continued at a rather impressive rate. My parents have officially labeled me as a prodigy, their lessons stepping up in difficulty to try and challenge me. Of course any words, phrases, or writings they gave me I could handle with ease. I must have appeared suspicious actually now that I think of it, they only covered the basics yet I picked up on things very quickly.

Perhaps I should tone things down?

No I don't wish to disappoint and slow down what I am capable of, in fact why not use this time to improve myself? I can learn new skills and concepts and add to my slowly growing list of large quantities of information. The only downfall is what are the consequences for being labeled as so? The only thing seems to be that I should continue learning at a rapid pace, aside from that I am unsure.

I then was introduced to a wondrous magical essence.

Akira was hanging out with a few friends as I stayed home. My parents were sitting across me as we sat at our chabudai (Short square table), I was a bit restless.

"Chi-chan, do you know about chakra?" I shook my head and glanced between my parents, my mind growing excited at the thought of new knowledge. Mother gave a smile before turning her head at father, he sighed before straightening his form.

"Chieri-chan, watch my hands." I nodded as my eyebrows scrunched, what was he going to do? His outstretched hand started to glow in a blue color, a essence of sorts shimmering and moving. I let out a soft gasp as I stared in awe.

"This mixture is called chakra. This consists of physical and spiritual energy, depending on how you mold it can adjust how it appears and what it can do." The color changed to a bright green color, the texture seemed to stay the same. I made a noise in acknowledgment before I scooted closer to examine this unnatural power. He shifted his hand towards me, the color reverted to the original blue hue. I let out a soft hum as I noted that the green shade seemed to require more energy and focus, it was specialized.

What exactly is chakra? Is energy it's only composition? How is it even possible to create such a substance outside of the body?

"Chakra runs through a network in the body called the chakra pathway system, without chakra life would cease to exist. Certain points in the body called tenketsu, which are in a sense pressure valves, help direct and regulate chakra flow. Are you following alright Chieri-chan?" I let out a soft hum as I decided on what to ask.

"For the most part. I have a question Otou-san. Is chakra basically blood? Or would it be more related to lymph fluids?" He scratched his cheek for a moment in thought before responding.

"Chakra is neither but when comparing between those two it would be more similar to the lymph network in layout. Chakra can be looked at as a necessity such as blood but it is not produced via bone marrow. Does that answer your question?" I nodded and waited eagerly for more information. Mother then took the lead.

"I'll take it from here dear. Chi-chan did you notice the color of his chakra how it changed?" I nodded and smiled when I saw them hold each others hands.

"Chakra comes naturally in many different colors however majority of the time it tends to be a variation of blue." Her free hand glowed in a purplish blue momentarily before disappearing.

"Now the green chakra was different, do you know how Chi-chan?" I shook my head, how was I supposed to know?

"Green chakra is used for medical purposes. Well more so for a technique called the mystical palm technique. This technique relies on extreme precision and strong spiritual energy. Your a bit too young to learn the details currently but just know that it can heal a large variety of wounds."

That's a bit unfair that she would divulge this information then say I am too young. My frown melted away at the thought of this new discovery.

This essence, this... chakra is so mysteriously wonderful.

Imagine how life could have been in my previous life if we had this essence. Well I don't think we had it, my memory is so fuzzy.

"Chi-chan give me your hand, we are going to help you find your chakra." I gave a grin before complying to her request, her hands then glowed again before I felt a strange shot of energy. The blue radiated a comforting warmth that felt wild, I could feel it trickle up my arm and into my body. My abdomen buzzed with activity as I placed my free hand over it, I willed it to stop but the awareness would not leave.

"Do you feel it Chi-chan?" Mother asked as she let go of my hand, I looked at her and nodded.

"A buzzing warmth, right okaa-san?" I asked. She looked at father and they both shared a smile before returning their attention to me.

"Try and draw it out Chieri-chan." I closed my eyes and scrunched my eyebrows in concentration. I zeroed in to the buzzing essence, how exactly would I control this? Thinning it out would be a good start. I willed with all my might to thin the chakra and instead nothing happened. Buzzing with strong activity I tried again, this time I willed it to trickle into a direction. No response again. I opened my eyes and gave an apologetic look to my parents.

"I'm afraid I am unable to. I'm sorry Okaa-san, Otou-san." I looked down in shame for failing before having my attention drawn to hands over my own. I followed them and saw that it was my mother, she had a understanding look on her face.

"Don't worry Chi-chan, it's always hard the first time. It was a success that you could find your pool of chakra in the least." I frowned and gave a small nod, I was not expecting to find something I couldn't pick up right away. I felt particularly sour.

"Your over thinking it Chieri-chan, you can't be good at everything off the start. Just keep working on it and you will be fine." I pouted in response.

"Hey now, don't give me that look. Your ahead of everyone at your age, no need to beat yourself up over it." I felt my pride swell again as Father ruffled my hair.

I was ahead of others?

Of course I would be.

I have to keep up to my parents expectations, I must learn how to tame this energy.

From then on I worked on it, I am rather shamed to say that it took me a few weeks to be able to draw the chakra to different parts of my body with decent results. According to my parents I was doing fine, my results were better than they expected. I don't agree with them personally. I grew used to my ease of progress so this delay is grating my nerves. Mother taught me basic control tricks such as the paper trick where you hold a sheet of paper to different parts of the body. Countless times the paper would flutter to the floor in a pathetic attempt to stick to my body, my agitation would spike every time.

Akira and I both learned how to control our chakra together, what helped boost my confidence was that I had better control then him even though he was older. From what I have noticed, it bothered him greatly that his baby sister was better at something he has more experience with. He would never take his anger out on me directly which I appreciate, instead he would just say that he was proud to have a sister like me. He truly was adorable.

Soon after my father started to teach me how to fight. I was a little confused at first to start learning, I admit, but I was within reason. I am at the age of four and learning how to do katas and taijutsu? Akira's and mines training regime continued even after I started this additional training, it was taxing. Every day I would sweat and feel the ache in my muscles. I never spoke up against fathers choices, if he thought that this was a smart course of action then I will follow. Mother also took it in stride to teach me proper etiquette which I found to be a bit boring. I was already familiar with how I should act but this body likes to slack sometimes, I find myself doing clumsy actions occasionally.

Mother and father also started to expand our knowledge of chakra and the different shinobi's. Different types of elemental's and abilities that can range from using gravity to lava, absolutely fascinating.

They also explained the concept of Kekkei Genkai which were inherited abilities, ours happened to be a little strange in concept and name.

Labeled as Fluid release, our bodily fluids when enhanced with chakra would become very corrosive or explosive. The bodily fluids could be literally any fluid such as urine, saliva, or even orgasmic substances. The technique is meant to be used with saliva or blood for stealth reasons. In addition we can control our blood outside of our body if we insert our chakra prior to it leaving our skin.

How we would use this is by directing drops of our blood towards an enemy, once attached or close enough we would surge our chakra causing either an explosion or acidic burst.

We were told not to attempt learning these without supervision.

At the age of five I was informed that I would be enrolled into an academy. I wouldn't, or atleast shouldn't be placed with Akira off the bat, much to his disappointment. I didn't put up any resistance or show any outward distaste but children were not my cup of tea. They are often inconsiderate, loud, and very assumptious. Well except for Akira but he was my sibling, I don't know how he was with others.

If my parents wish for me to have a solid academic background then I will do as they asked, after all how hard can it really be? Mother already mentioned that if I do well enough that I will be able to skip classes and advance to becoming a shinobi quicker.

How wonderful.

As the time for academics drew closer, my parents made sure to increase the intensity of my training. On occasion I would spar with Akira, the boy was much better at taijutsu than I was. He was prideful that he has one thing better than me, let him have it. I don't enjoy the physical strains that taijutsu brings, too many bruises.

On a upcoming Monday afternoon we all went to the academy so I could take a placement exam. I felt the small tingles of anxiety creep in as I waited for more children to file in. I didn't recognize anyone, how exactly could I if I didn't interact with anyone outside of my family? Many different individuals with unique visuals sat in the room, a few had natural hair colors such as browns and blondes but others had unique colors such as blues and greens.

A lone teacher explained the concept of the exam in basic terms, "This test is to see if you can attend the academy. Make sure to answer to your best ability."

What other purpose would it even serve?

Many children groaned out at hearing this, are they truly shocked? Sometimes I hate how my older mentality kicks in, I really don't even want to bother trying.

A multi-part exam was passed around, I almost laughed at how simple the questions were.

They ranged from 'What does 3 + 6 - 2 equal?' to 'What are the three types of jutsus.' The latter being the more difficult ones, if that could even be said.

The last few however were slightly better, I assumed that these were for children who knew more than the basics. 'What is chakra composed of?', 'What are the names of the different shinobi villages?', and even 'List a few different types of jutsus.'

I finished the exam with ease and observed how the other students stared at their papers in confusion and fear.

Was it truly that difficult?

Afterwards we were directed to a courtyard to test our physical capabilities, due to fathers training I again had no issues. Our final test afterwards was to see if we could pick up on chakra or heard about it, I excelled again at this. I feel that perhaps majority of the people I am testing with are civilians that are not trained in the arts of shinobi ways. It could also be that I am just indeed too far ahead.

A few voices of complaints I noticed as students gave me dark looks, jealousy I am sure.

I, Kurosawa Chieri, was going to be the top of the class and way above these children.

These snob-nosed, loud, and irritating children will learn that I am better and that no one can stand in my way of accomplishment.

Hello everyone, I decided to take a little break from my other story (Underdeveloped). I liked where the story was going but the developments needed a few touch-ups. Instead while I am in school again I will be working on this story in fragments.

Seriously though who should be her teammates?

My friend suggested Sakumo Hatake so that way she can be Kakashi's mom but I don't know, I'm not good with smart people. There are also a few issues with that for character set ups, I really am unsure.

Any reviews, suggestions, or comments are highly appreciated.

Thank you everyone for taking the time to read this story.