How To Be A Hero
He had died at the age of fifteen during a school shooting. Then he was reborn as Minato Namikaze. Needless to say, he wanted out. He didn't want to be a coldblooded murderer. He didn't want to die again, from a large hole through the stomach. He didn't want to be a shinobi, the hero, or even the Hokage. But life had other plans…
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1) The Legend's Beginning… or End
His name was Aaron Springfield. It wasn't his name anymore. He was Minato Namikaze now. But before he became Minato Namikaze, he had been Aaron Springfield. A normal fifteen year old teenage going to his local high school in New York City.
He had never been the best student, but he wasn't the worst either. He had been satisfied with mediocrity, never aiming for more. Then the shooting happened. One of his school mates had somehow got their hands of some drugs and had gotten really high. Like really high.
The guy had been one of those nerds that never came out from behind his book, but the he suddenly pulls out the gun he slipped past security and starts shooting the heck out.
Fifteen kids had gotten injured that day. Of those who were injured only one died. That one was me. That's right, I'm… or was Aaron Springfield and I am Minato Namikaze.
Your next question would be, how the hell did I become Minato Namikaze? ...Am I right?
Well, to answer that question, first, I would like to point out that dieing sucks and being shot in the stomach hurts like a bitch. When, the bullet entered me, I felt it digging though my skin and driving straight out the back, but the pain did register. At least, not until the I tried to move after that.
Then the neurons started firing and the pain receptors started screaming like a banshee. Or was that my voice… ?
Anyway, with the shooting going on and all, no one really had the time or training to give me medical attention, so I ended up curled like ball under my desk as I bled out. The pain receded eventually and I slowly died.
I say slowly cause it felt like I was drained of all my energy and then I fell asleep. Now I would compare it to being sucked of chakra, but back then I would have compared it to playing quarter after quarter of basketball until you collapsed. And then, you never woke up.
But I did wake up, … sorta.
I regained consciousness in a cramped space and I was all dark cause my eyes hadn't finished developing, but I didn't know that, so I kicked in panic. Eventually, I would grow tired so I would stop, only to start up again after I rested.
During this time, my only company was the rhythmic sound of Ba, dump! Ba, dump!. I only noticed later on, that I hadn't need to eat or get rid of waste. The more time passed, the more panicked I would become and the ficer I would kick.
Part of this panic was that the already cramped space started to become even more cramped. This slow decrease of space happened in intervals, but eventually it decided to get rid of all the leftover space in one go and it completely contracted.
This was my birth… and let me say, it was scary.
You've all learned in Biology class that once a baby is born, the umbilical cord, the pipe that supplies the baby with nutrients, gets rid of waste, and provides oxygen from the mother, connecting the mother and baby is cut right?
Well, in addition to that, they used to slap the baby to cause the baby to instinctively draw its first breath. They don't do that anymore. Instead they tick the baby's foot. But, either way the baby is supposed to start crying, because the first breath is supposed to be unbearable painful.
This is because they mucous lining in the lungs haven't formed yet, so the lungs are completely dry and that means breathing hurts like hell.
From this, I can sum up that my baby days were awful. With no eyesight, the unfamiliar language, the disgusting baby food, and the feeling of constant pain… I still have nightmares.
I am also ashamed to say that I didn't realize that I had been reborn for the longest time, much less which universe I was reborn into.
Thankfully, everything people say about babies being quick to pick up things applied to me as well so it didn't take long for me to familiarize myself with the language, which was like a combination of Japanese and English in the wierdest way.
Discovering that I was in the Naruto Universe was a shock, but discovering that I was Minato Namikaze was an even larger shock. Practically everyone has read or at least heard of the Naruto series. Personally, I read right into the middle the Fourth Shinobi World War Arc. I stopped because I didn't like way the plot was developing.
But, it was far enough to now the fate of Minato Namikaze or me. He would become a legend, the Fourth Hokage. Which doesn't sound bad, but he also dies extremely young from a large claw through the stomach and after dieing from a bullet through the stomach I don't want to imagine the pain of a way larger claw through my stomach.
So, I resolved to not become a shinobi. This way I can guarantee that I'll avoid the entire fiasco.