Hey, everyone!

I am pleased to post my first English story on this site! Feel free to correct my grammar its gladly appreciated since my first language is French!

Update (January 07, 2017): The time has come for new years resolution, I'm going to try and write chapters as much as possible.

Enjoy and review!

Being reborn is a pain. Let me explain this to you in simple terms.

First, you have the entire learning thing you have to pretend to do, so that your new creator won't think that you have a problem learning basic stuff like crawling, sitting or even babbling things that don't make sense at all. Even if you have the mind of a 25 year old female who studied to become a sociologist. This was a real problem in the beginning because I was learning stuff too quickly and my parents, in this new place, seemed to notice that as well. I didn't follow the guide of How Your Newborn Should Grow in the First Year book. I never read one of those books before, sure I had a class in my first year at the university about infant development. This course wasn't my favorite though and I didn't care about it at the time.

Did you know that a baby between age zero to three months old shouldn't laugh, crawl or even grab things with their tiny little hands? Well, I didn't know. I thought for sure that I was handling my baby stage perfectly, laughing and playing with the things that the male and female creator were shoving in my line of sight, which was not very large and clear at the time. I was proud with myself when I rolled on my side and try to start some sort of crawling. My joy didn't last very long. I saw that they were extremely confused by my action. Then, with my basic knowledge of the language, I assumed the thing I feared the most "Darling our baby girl is a genius!" said the male.

At that very instant, I started to panic. I'm not a genius far from it. I was not what you would call a quick learner in my past life. I had worked hard to be where I was. I didn't want to be labeled as a genius here. That would mean more strenuous work. Call me a coward, but the life of a genius child doesn't look like the happiest time.

Obviously after that incident, I started to act more like a normal three month old. I didn't try to speak to them until I was sure I could talk without being praised as a genius baby again. You know how parents are when they start talking very slow and articulated, that's when I started to babble to them. They were happy. I wasn't because the language here was different from where I came from. I was a French Canadian in my old life. I knew how to talk English, but this wasn't English. My guess, at that time, was some sort of Asian dialect and of course I was right. They spoke to me in Japanese.

I was sure that I could learn how to talk fluently in no time. I was wrong once again. Back then I was always thinking in English and French which confused me even more. The first time I talked to them they didn't correct me. After a couple of times they got worried because I was pronouncing my words in a weird way, they thought I had a hearing problem. I just had the worst accent you could hear. That was around my second birthday that they started to bring me to a Center for learning disabilities were we regularly saw a pronunciation teacher.

Then after I've been through all that stuff here came the real challenge, because being reborn wasn't enough, I now had to face the fact that I will never be myself again. I can no longer go out with my best friend to the local tea shop to have a relaxing evening or be abe to watch the next season of The Walking Dead. I also cannot do all the things that an adult could do like drinking coffee, watching horror movies or having sex, you know, I was 22 after all and consider legal. Well, some gods hates me because now I'm now stuck in a toddler body with limbs that probably won't do what I want them to do.

And this is just the beginning. Originally when I got full use of my legs and vision, around the age of two, I thought my parents were just poor because we didn't have a television or a new stylish house in the middle of Tokyo. Then I started to notice things that were really different from my world. It started with me tumbling over a box that contained sharp and rusty weapons, the kind you only see in anime. There were kunai, shuriken, senbon and some metal wire. Strange, I thought at that instant. What would my creator do with those. One month later I had completely forgotten about the weapons in the office. Up until one night when my father came home carrying a large box that looked exactly the same as the other one. I was so curious about the box that I launched myself at one of my father's legs. This only resulted in both of us falling backward with the box crashing on the floor opening what it contained.

I could only stare in shock when I saw a dozen hitae all over the floor. I took a look at my father in shock and mumbled out "What are these?" in a barely understandable Japaneses, while hiding behind his back. As much as I could now understand the extended of the language I couldn't really speak it that well.

"Those are hitae sweetie, they are the sign of loyalty to our village." He said with a pleasant smile.

I know what they are. I just don't know what you are doing with that stuff. I thought. For the love of god, these are the headbands in Naruto. This can't be happening right, right?

If it wasn't for the comforting hand of my new father on my back I would have started crying and asking for help. I was scared. I had just learned that I was reborn into the Naruto manga the one created by Masashi Kishimoto. My inner fan girl couldn't believe it, hell, no one could believe this! In my entire life I had been watching Naruto throughout all my teenage years I even had posters on my wall. I knew this world was dangerous.

A big Thank you to my new Beta Space Jester, for his great work!