AN.
Wow. Amidst the Catching your Breath and Iryo-nin Kasa you clicked this one. Thanks for that. More detailed AN at the end but enjoy the first chapter, hopefully!
I get it.
God hates me.
Maybe, just maybe, killing myself wasn't such a good plan. If I only knew that before I felt like I was exiting what felt like two hot meat loaves stuck together. Child birth was not beautiful; who ever says it is can suck it. Twice, just to be sure. I don't care what anyone thinks. That shit had been traumatizing. Thank God children don't remember that crap, and no wonder they cry the moment their head pops out.
Well I still remember. Ugh.
Where was I? Oh yeah, killing myself. Not a good plan. Drowning is not pleasant to be honest. 0/10 did not enjoy. Modern Day life was so boring honestly, and sadly I kind of regretted drowning myself when it was too late. Boring meant safety. Safety meant good life. Boy, was I naive. I vowed to never try to kill myself ever again. I thought of all this as I was exiting my mom's body.
Yep, if death got me into this mess, I am going to preserve this new life the best I could.
I was silent for the most part. When I opened my eyes, everything was blurry and bright. Too bright.
"Uuugh..." Was my intelligible response to this situation?
The hands around me shifted.
"She's so cute, Akane-san!" The woman holding me crooned.
Wait what? What did she say? 'Kawaii' and 'San' in the same sentence? Yes! Reincarnated in a first world country! Hopefully my new parents are rich!
Now this is when the guilt happened. Feeling the primal and emotional urge to cry for being an idiot who only thought about herself and not the hardworking parents she had back home.
"Now now, don't cry my sweet." The woman who I think is a nurse said. I felt as she hand me to another pair of hands whom I think was my mom.
"Oh my baby, Tokina-chan." She cradled me while I tried to strangle her finger. Dang, cold finger. Must be the hospital air conditioning.
She was beautiful. Her hands were callous, but her skin looked so smooth. Her face was sweaty and flushed yet that look works for her. Her light brown hair looked so silky, and don't get me started on those beautiful light lavender eyes.
Wait.
Light Lavander eyes?
Oh Holy Hell.
"I thought we agreed on Tokuma, honey." A deep voice pouted.
"If she was a boy, but she is a she, isn't she?" Mom said happily, putting the emphasis on she. She raised me up to her face. "You're going to be a fine kunoichi, Tokina-chan."
Oh Holy Hell.
Of all the clans it had to be Hyūga. I'm not an avid Naruto fan like some other people but I do know that this is the clan that puts fucking seals in their family members that could fucking KILL THEM! It's like life wants me to die again. It's almost like it doesn't want me to survive. At least my parents were being nice about it. I usually spoiled them by not being a noisy brat when I need to and trying to form coherent words and making an effort to walk. They were kind of nice, dad being the one with the humor in the family and mom being gentle and sometimes out right scary. Their family dynamic was charming in its own way.
…Until I actually started to walk.
And then they began putting the Hyūga in Hyūga Akane and Hyuga Tomokazu
"Stance wide, Tokino-chan! No, not that wide! Straighter but keep your body lower!" My dad's screeching commenced.
Aren't I supposed to be exercising my chakra at this age? Like that leaf sticking exercise? I'm fucking two years old you crazy cucks!
"Now move faster! Don't break the stance!" He continued
I admire the Gentle Fist. I really do. It's just so beautiful looking honestly; it's like a dance, forward, weave, forward, weave and then strike. Then repeat. The fact that you're literally just poking them with some chakra appeals to me. I'm not hurting them, their body is doing that I'm just giving it a gentle push. That being said let me just say how I admire it from a distance. Like ballet. That shit is beautiful, but all that work is not worth it in my opinion. It takes years of discipline and practice to achieve that level of grace and beauty. But for the ballerinas can choose when they want to start, they can be ten or friggin' twenty for all they care. I started this noble art since I was at the tender age of two. Great, no more spoiling parents then.
Besides the Jyūken and Chakra Control Exercises with my parents, I can say life was decent. I was used to kind of strict, yet gentle mom and strict, overbearing-tsundere like dad ("Yeah, yeah I know you like your toy kunai. Can't wait till you break it again. Now back to practice!")
By age four I had chakra control that could rival a genin and commendable taijutsu skills for a four year old child soldier. I was pretty proud of myself until I realized something.
I hadn't learned a single ninjutsu or genjutsu.I don't even know my elemental affinity. I'm the type of person that would take tests in friggin' Quotev for that shit. 'What is your element?' 'Would you survive the Hunger Games?' 'How old is your soul?' 'When are you going to kill yourself?'. Personality tests were my shit back then. I always thought that people never really know themselves, and I've been trying to get to know myself since I was twenty three. And besides, who wouldn't want to know if they can shoot fire from their mouth with relative ease? Why stop now? So I asked my parents over supper.
"Mom, Dad?" I asked meekly, trying to play that cutesy toddler look. It mostly works on dad for some reason, mom just seems mildly amused. (A genin could manipulate your dad's heart, honey. Don't be proud.)
"What is it, Kina-chan?" Mom asked while nursing her drink.
"When can I learn ninjutsu?" I gave them a pleading look. Mom's eyes glinted in amusement and dad softened. "But you haven't even manifested your Byakugan yet, Ki-chan. Maybe when you're older. In the meantime your mom could show you how to walk on trees or something. She was a medic before, so her chakra control should be good." He smiled
Well, I could work with that. Not the waiting part though. Who wouldn't want to be friggin Jesus? Maybe there's a turn Water-into-Wine-jutsu out there somewhere. But then...
"How 'bout teach me a few medical-ninjutsu? It would help me in the long run with built in first-aid AND chakra control!" I said enthusiastically.
They gave each other skeptic looks.
"I promise it won't interfere with training, dad!"
He sighed.
Ugh. Just when I thought pre-soldier training wasn't going to be harder, I keep on surprising myself. When I thought my parents aren't that career oriented, I should have slapped myself.
"It died, Kina-chan."
My mom is worse than my dad. ('Taijutsu is supposed to hurt.' She reasoned when a I failed to keep my fish alive for the second time. 'Medical-ninjutsu is supposed to heal, the complete opposite. You are trying to cure, not hurt. When you commit to healing a person, you do not do it by halves. You make sure your patient will live by at least the next twenty-four hours. You cannot save everyone, that would be foolish to think of that, if you fail to save a life, you can at least say with the spirits above as witness that you really did try.') so yeah, she really is passionate about this whole thing.
"This is the, what, fifth one this week? I'm getting sick of eating fish for every meal Ki-chan." Dad snickered
"Aren't you supposed to be giving me moral support, dad?"
He shrugged his light lilac eyes filled with mischievousness. Wait. Are all Hyugas eyes that light? Does that mean what I think it means? It's a good thing I'm four. Time to play the innocent toddler act. I stared at my mom's light lavander eyes and forgot about my long dead fish (who was now making friends with flies, ew)
"Mom, Dad, are you two related?" I asked, my head tilted in a calculated angle, my image projecting cuteness.
My mom looked confused. "What do you mean, Kino-chan? We are husband and wife, so of course we are related." She said patiently. I scrunched my eyebrows in thought, and bit my cheek. How do I say this in the most innocent way possible…?
"No, I meant, are you like...brother and sister?" I didn't know the Japanese of siblings alright? I was just four back then. You can't blame me.
My dad spluttered and my mom looked faintly amused by his reaction. "N-no, of course not, where would you get that idea Ki-chan?" He said, finally getting is composure back.
"Everyone in the Hyūga place has really light eyes and the people in the town don't." I said, pouting. "What was that reaction, dad? I thought siblings love each other! And you told me getting a baby would require lots of love!" I said in the best matter of fact child voice I could manage. My dad looked uncomfortable and mom finally took pity on him.
"Me and your father's cousin by fourth-degree, Kina-chan." She gauged my reaction, when I gave her none she continued. "We usually..." Trying to find a child friendly word for mate, mother dearest? I tilted my head. "Marry with distant cousins where their Byakugan could only manifest in one eye. Your father has the clearest and sharpest Byakugan of all the Hyūga." At this, dad straightened his postured and raised his chin slightly, radiating smug. "I was distant enough to only manifest in one eye. So choices were made by Honored-elder." She finished. The air turned cold. I guess she didn't like that decision.
"So wait, you were forced to?" I prodded. My dad chuckled and ruffled my hair. "We were, but we didn't complain. It was our destiny. It wouldn't have happened if there wasn't a reason for it to happen, Ki-chan." He looked fondly at mom who returned the gaze with a smile.
"It worked out in the end." He finished.
"Aw, that's so sweet." I'm such a sucker for cheesy romance stories, even here, ugh. It's a sin. "So where do I come in?"
My dad stood abruptly and got the fish that was long dead and stinking up our back yard. He muttered an excuse and left. My mom sighed.
"Let me tell you a story about the birds and the bees, Kina-chan."
Oh, goodie.
Medical-ninjutsu training...isn't going as well as I would have hoped it would. A few months ago, I wouldn't even dream keeping a fish alive for two seconds, and 'good chakra control' isn't good enough. I had enough chakra control to stay on still water for a few minutes before I get impatient. I'm not miss-prodigy. Honestly, I don't even believe in this whole prodigy crap. It's the teachers who mold the students; and my parents are damn good teachers. They really are, but sometimes, birth limitations come to play.
"I don't get is Ki-chan, you have really good chakra control for your age. You shouldn't be having a problem with this." At this point dad gave me a questioning look and sighed. Suddenly, the veins around his eyes became prominent and his normally light lilac eyes turned pure white.
Byakugan
I flinched. Veins creep me the fuck out. I shuddered.
I had a feeling dad tried to hide an amused chuckle. "Heh, that will never get old," He muttered to himself. "You're terrible." I gave him a scathing look. At least I thought it was scathing, I started to doubt it when he snorted and ruffled my hair. "Don't insult your dad when he's trying to fix you, Ki-chan." He scolded lightly. I closed and rolled my eyes. "I saw that." He said as he gave me a real scolding look.
Ew, creepy.
"Back to business, try to keep fish-kun alive again." He said all professional like. I nodded and proceeded to keyword try to keep my test subject alive for at least twelve seconds. He raised an eyebrow for some reason. What? Do I have chakra cancer or something? "You have…a lot of chakra." He narrowed his pure white eyes at me. "I guess it's the Hyūga in you making the precision chakra control but where did the rest come from?" He stroked his none-existent beard. I don't really see the problem there. So I'm probably not all Hyūga, so what?
I pouted. How do you even convert that much chakra? He probably saw the look on my face and ruffled my hair. "Don't worry; your father is a Hyūga!" He puffed out his chest proudly. "I, Tomokazu Hyūga, vow to help my daughter keep fish-san alive for-"
"-At least twelve seconds."
"At least twelve sec- that's too short." He frowned at me, while I scratched my cheek shyly. Damn, just a few more words than I would've had him. He suddenly continued his declaration "for two whole minutes! If she doesn't, regular Jyūken practice will extend for two more hours!"
I gaped.
He activated his Byakugan again and smiled at me, looking innocent despite the visible veins. "Well?"
A few days after my birthday, I was sent to the Hyūga training grounds by a Jonin. He gave me a sad smile and body flickered away. What the hell was that about? Sensing that I would have to be exposed to semi-formal and cold outside environment, I donned my light-cream colored flowy kimono-shirt with sleeves that reached my elbows under my white tunic and black arm guards. My normally straight and silky hair decided to be very unreasonable today so I braided the end of it to keep strands from my face. My mom already enrolled me to the academy, so found a bunch of hand-me-downs she deemed 'okayish' for ninja use. I honestly felt like a girl playing the cute kunoichi but whatever. I strapped in my thigh holster on my wide legged pants that barely reached my ankles filled with nothing but senbons, the only weapon my mom trained me at, so I can say I really am armed. (Kunai are too heavy for throwing anyway, and Shurikens are just glorified pointy Frisbees.) And set out for the Hyūga training grounds.
When I got there I was greeted by my dad in full uniform and the Jonin that called me here. I gave my dad a skeptic look but he looked plain impassive but it was down right creepy. I jumped when a voice boomed from behind but didn't look behind me.
"So this is your daughter, Tomokazu-san? She looks flimsy." Hiashi in his early twenties said to me. I cringed at the assessing and judgmental look he was giving to me literally behind my back. "Turn around, girl." He said, in a commanding tone.
"Who are you?" He raised an eyebrow
"Hyuga T-Tokina, Hiashi-sama!" I spluttered and bowed. Is he giving off killing intent? Holy shit my hands are trembling. This inter-clan hierarchy is fucked up man. I just recently turned five. I'm not even a legal adult yet. Hyūga, the clan filled with career-obsessed Asian Parent stereotypes.
"Raise your head, girl." I gave you my name so fucking use it, asshole. "Are you aware why you are here?"
"I do not, Hiashi-sama" I said weakly, because holy hell, I can't breathe the air. It feels so thick. Like, sliceable with a knife kind of thick.
"As you may or may not know, the Third Shinobi War is looming upon us. The Village is tense with anticipation and is already preparing. " I tensed. He noticed but continued anyway. "As Hyūga, we will give our beloved Konoha the support that it deserves, which is the best. You, Hyūga Tokina, will bring pride to the Hyuga clan for you are representing the Hyūga in this generation. You must always remember, as a Branch-member, you serve your clan first before the village." He narrowed his eyes on me and I felt myself straighten. "To achieve your best, you first must manifest your Byakugan as a first step. Jyūken is powerful on its own but with the Byakugan, it will be much easier to see where to strike. To see clearer compared to the other ninja, to see more than the average person. To manifest your Byakugan, you must undergo a straining trial."
Oh shit, don't fuckin tell me.
"You will spar with Hyūga Seto, a Jonin." He nodded to the guy that fetched me for my apparent funeral "You are only allowed Taijutsu and some basic Ninjutsu; expect some level of Genjutsu from Seto. Throwing weapons only." Ah great, Ninjutsu (I do not know any anyway) Genjutsu (I've wanted to learn some but never had the time to) and Taijutsu, it's obvious who will win anyway. "You must spar until you win, or manifest your Byakugan."
I glanced at him and he began walking towards me. When he stopped I eyed Hia-shit. He eyed both of us carefully and stepped back. "Begin."
The Jonin formed what looked like the Snake hand seal and murmured "Byakugan." The veins around his eyes bulged and the light lavander eyes turned pure white and enlarge
Holy hell.
I glanced at my dad giving a look of betrayal. He looked impassive but a sad looking twitch near his eye said otherwise.
And I already made my first mistake. Not keeping an eye on my opponent. Great start for my first real fight. He disappeared when I turned to him and I instantly felt the strong leg kicking my side. I can sense he was holding back. Jyūken only uses feet for mobility, using it might be his way on giving me mercy. Either way, that information is not helping me right now.
I grunted in pain and scrambled backward. He disappeared and I instantly felt myself go on the defensive. He's not using body flicker. Just moving really, really fast I can't see him. I close my eyes and focused on the wind. Although I can't see him, I can feel him.
I managed to block the kick that was supposed to be my left shin. Of course my five year old muscles couldn't hold a trained Shinobi leg so I skidded away anyway. I'm going to feel like one big bruise in the morning aren't I? I experimented and tried it again but the second time it failed. So much for me thinking I was the best goddamn sensor in the world.
As I tried to leap away, he ran straight for me and tried to seal off the chakra points in my shoulder in rapid speeds. I managed to block him by sheer reaction time, only to get my arm sealed but his flurry of attacks kept on coming and coming
I cannot fucking do this, Jesus Christ. Pitting up against a Jounin versus a fucking toddler is fucked up. I get it, war is almost upon us and the Hyūga clan is treating it like competition and probably wants me to survive as a second objective. They could have done so in continuous lessons like dad had done, instead they friggin' did the 'Pain is the only lesson and ignorance will be our only weakness we will overcome' logic. It's ridiculous. The only way I see how I can disengage is to substitute or body flicker, but I don't know how to do either of that.
After a few hits my guard dropped and lost all feeling in my forearms. And my whole arm, oh, there goes my body. My legs work tho- oh never mind, a few jabs and I'm stumbling.
"Ugh..." Was my intelligible reaction to my twelve second gang bang. My face met dirt and grass. They seem so comfy this time of the year.
"Get up." Hiashi ordered.
The Jonin kicked my abused shin and literally threw me up. I stumbled and tried to regain my footing. When I managed a sloppy defensive stance, he engaged with the same level of ferocity, his white eyes stared back at mine for a split second before he began to try and seal my abused arms again.
This is going to be a long day.
My distraction caused me jab to the face.
A really long day.
Tonakaze loves his daughter. Seeing her first baby steps gave flutters to his heart. He never liked kids, as genin, baby-sitting was often the worst kind of missions to take. He could take on Tora (with a few scratches here and there of course) he could weed a garden with no complaints (he was branch house anyway, he was used to that.) but he never saw the appeal of taking care of meat sacks that only know how to shit and cry.
And then he heard his baby girl laugh.
Fulfilling an S-ranked mission wouldn't even come close to the flutters in his stomach when he heard that sound. When she reached for his hand with her small fingers and smiled saying "Dada", he felt like he could win three Shinobi wars all by himself with his hands tied behind his back! When she first sparred with him with her sloppy stance yet awkwardly smiling face, he felt accomplishment he dreamt of never feeling as a Branch house.
Now he's seeing his daughter fight till she can't feel her body.
It's taking all his self control not to activate his Byakugan and show that Seto to mess with his daughter. He can't really be angry at the Jounin, he's just doing his job, sadly. He is not allowed to be angry at the Head house or the consequences would be dire. He looked at his daughter's sweaty face and ragged body, trying to block every jab and thrust, trying her best not to get sealed up again. The worst part was the helplessness in her eyes. She knows she can't win but doesn't do anything about it. She tensed and dodged and ducked but to no avail, a round house kick to her stomach sent her flying. She grunted in pain and everyone could hear her shallow breathing, the fifth time her face met the grass. He heard Hia-dick click his tongue.
"Get up, girl." His eyes narrowed
"Hiashi-sama, please." He begged. He can't stand it anymore, he was strict but he knew his daughter's limits.
"You are not in the right place to beg, Tomokazu." He growled
"But Hiashi-sama-"
That's when familiar and agonizing pain shot to his forehead, his forehead felt like it was burning. He tore his forehead protector away, trying to cool his cursed seal but of course, it didn't work. He clenched his head and knelled, not realizing that an ugly sound was escaping from his throat.
"Dad!" Tokina screamed, abandoning the sullen looking Jonin in favor of trying to do something, anything to make her dad feel better. The Caged Bid seal, she thought bitterly. Overkill, just because he was trying to defend me. Her anger was winning over her guilt right now (Oh God, this is my fault, I'm not good enough and where did it get me.)
"Stay where you are!" Hiashi roared his voice louder than Tomokaze's screams. "Did I tell you to stop fighting?! If this was a real battle, you would have been dead by now, girl!" He glared at Tokina, meek and cute acting all but forgotten. She scrunched up her eyebrows and unknowingly bared her teeth. Hiashi smiled inwardly (Hmph. Tough girl) "If you do not continue your fight you will face expulsion from the clan!" Seto stared at Hiashi with shock and Tokina began to unconsciously bleed killing intent.
Then the fight continued.
That bitch.
I blocked a few hits and dodged to my left, parrying a thrust aimed for my head.
That bitch!
The Jonin shifted, getting a lot of hits on my stomach but I managed to dodge before he could push me.
Are all Main-houses like this?! You think a fucking newly Five year old girl knew how to beat a Jonin with probably more life and battle experience I had combined with my past life?! All this for a stupid eye trick?! And what do I get out of this? A torture seal given to us by what is essentially family?! Family doesn't punish family at this level of intensity! My dad did not deserve whatever that fucking was!
"Aaaaargh!" I unknowingly let my frustration out into the outside world and dropped defense to deliver the first counter attack I ever did in this whole cursed fight. Of course it did not hit. The Jonin was mildly surprised at this and retreated for now. He gazed at me with an appraising look and glanced at Hiashi.
Hiashi looked smug, he let a small smile curl from his mouth and promptly dropped it. "I did not say stop."
Damn, my eyes itch.
Suddenly remembering I had senbons, I let my hand hover my thigh holster. My view suddenly sharper and wider, an instinct telling me where to hit and where to aim. Blue flames and dots surrounding the Jonin's body.
Was this his genjutsu? Was he giving me a hint? How nice of him.
His body tensed and zipped to my left, anticipating this; I dodged to my left and stabbed a senbon precisely at one of the dots in his left arm. I saw Hizashi's mouth turned wide into a shit-eating grin and my dad, mildly green, looked at me with surprise and a hint of smug. I took out three more senbons and rapidly impaled his arm, trying to get a precise aim on the blue dots; he retracted at the fifth one I managed to impale. He body flickered to the opposite at me in considerable distance. I prepared three senbons between my fingers. His left arm twitched, and his right arm holding it like it was dead weight.
"Enough." Both of us looked at Hizashi with his professional-face again. "Seto, you are dismissed. Good work." The Jonin nooded and smiled at me, still holding his arm. He pulled the senbons out with nothing but a wince. He deactivated his Byakugan. "By your command, Hizashi-sama." He bowed and body flickered away.
What the fuck, who smiles at the person who impaled five needles in his arm? And what the hell? Suddenly dismissing the fight, I bet he was holding back, hell he was even giving me hints, telling me where to strike and shit. Using genjutsu in front of the leader took guts, how did Hia-shit not notice that?
I wiped my forehead and eyes, feeling weird bumps around my eyes. I stopped; I closed my right eye and felt the area around it.
Oh.
Oh. I see.
"Good work, Tokina, I expect great things from you." Hiashi said sternly, killing intent gone and forgotten for a moment. "You are dismissed."
"Oh...uh" I said intelligibly "Th-thank you, Hiashi-sama." I bowed. "If I may be bold to ask...how do I..." I pointed at my veiny eyes, the near three-sixty vision giving me a migraine. "Cut off the excess chakra from your eyes should deactivate your Byakugan." He said briskly "Tomokazu-kun if I may have a word...?" Hiashi asked politely, more like commanded really. My father looked at me for a moment, surprise gone replaced with amusement and excessive amounts of smug. "Of course, Hiashi-sama."
They body flickered away leaving veins grossly surrounding my eyes, tired, dirty, and suddenly-having-urges-to-kill-myself me. That was stupid. I eyed the grass for a moment. I did say they look comfy this year. I then promptly passed out.
"Her hand and finger coordination rivals that of a B-level Shinobi. Her reflexes are good enough to let her block but lacks the required muscles to be effective she cannot dodge. Her upper body is fast but it seems like she does not know what to do with her feet. She knows no form of ninjutsu; she cannot disengage and uses senbons instead of her fingers to disable the disable tenketsu. She does not know anything about the Byakugan. You have reported she has excellent chakra control and surprising chakra reserves. Why do I not see it?" Hiashi said mechanically, eying the unconscious slump in their training grounds.
Tomokazu looked away guiltily "I haven't thought her how to inject chakra from her finger tips yet, and she seems to have problems in converting her chakra. She does have an excess of spirit chakra for some reason, though." He let his eyes drift to the girl that stabbed a Jonin's arm five fucking-times before he got to retreat. "And I didn't think we would have her to forcibly manifest her Byakugan...I thought we would let it manifest on its own."
Hiashi glanced at Tomokazu with a look that said 'sorry I'm not sorry' "We are about to engage in war, Tomokazu." He said. The Branch member sighed. "I am sorry, Hiashi-sama" Tomokazu bowed. Hiashi nodded "Work on that, Tomokazu. I do expect great things from her. I will inform you when she will be given the Caged Bird seal." He said mechanically. His Byakugan activated and narrowed, making Tomokazu flinch away from the sudden aggression and killing intent. Tokina twitched but remained blissfully unconscious. "Do not think I have not noticed her early defiance and resentment to the Head house." He glared. "If you do not teach her proper obedience, even under stressful situations, to a Head house, I will take you and Akane as responsibility. I understand that Seto had placed her in a genjutsu to intensify the stress she would get in a fight but if this continues…" He deactivated his Byakugan and let the killing intent go and turned, letting the unsaid threat hang in the air. "Take your child and go, you are dismissed."
"Yes, Hiashi-sama." He bowed stiffly and took his child in a bridal carry.
And take his child and go he did.
"Uuugh, it hurts. Can't you make the pain go away mom?"
"I could but your muscles will refuse to grow to strain that way if you insist on blocking every hit." She said and eyed me with amusement in her eyes. I groaned, refusing to move since I really did feel like a big bruise. "Can't you make the migraine go away at least?" I begged. "If it was not a Dōjutsu cause's migraine, I would but you must develop a resistance if you wish to develop your Byakugan." She nodded and smiled, and I flinched. "Congratulations on manifesting your Byakugan, Tokina-chan, I'm so proud of you." She said softly, stroking my hair with her cold fingers. I eased under her touch, whether it was just Mama's love or medical-ninjutsu, I was not sure. It was nice though.
But holy shit, though. I have fucking Byakugan. It was so worth it. Well maybe not -so- worth it but it will help me in the long run. Enhanced vision and the ability to see the chakra pathway system will make Jyūken so much easier. No more memorizing where they are now, no more repeats because I missed by a few inches. If only I didn't feel like I got hit by a tsunami, this would have been great.
Maybe this ninja thing wouldn't be so bad. Just keep a low profile, refuse suicide missions and retire at the earliest convenience. The Jyūken and Byakugan could probably keep me alive for now, but I do need to work on my chakra if I don't want to keep wasting senbons as a substitute.
Oh well, I better go to sleep. Academy day tomorrow, Dad would probably squeeze mid morning Jyūken practice in though. Ugh. I can already feel how great my second life is going to turn out.
I woke up in an empty chair. I looked up to see stars and the Earth. What a pretty dream, I thought to myself. A figure of an old man touched my eyes and I went back to sleep.
AN
First Chapter was and is an editing nightmare. I'm sure there was a Tonakaze I didn't edit somewhere or other. The draft I am currently making is about as long as J.K Rowling's The Prisoner of Azkaban. I really didn't think this story would pique my interest this much but, hey, stranger things can happen. After much urging from my best friend (best snake as well) and sister, I posted my own little world here. This initially began in August 1, after getting super inspired from Lang-Noi's Catching your Breath. I might post another chapter but honestly, the draft is such an editing nightmare and Tokina is such a potty mouth in early chapters, but that's what character development is for! Anyway, thanks for picking this fanfic among the other SI/OC/Reincarnations. Patience might be rewarded, depending on your standards but reviews are appreciated. Not pressuring you, our Contemporary Issues subject taught us about human rights. I should know, I had the first quarterly exams on it this morning. :)