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A/N: I know a good portion of people skip over these, but i'm going to write it anyway. Alright so, I wrote this story when I was thirteen, I published it when I was seventeen. So this has been going on for awhile now, I published it on fanfic only to take it down. I published it on wattpad, and the original is still there, however it's cringy. I cringe everytime I read it, therefore I'm doing a complete overhaul on I'm just kind of winging it, and my sequel book, all or nothing. I'm combining them into one book, and I might even remove the originals, I haven't decided yet, but y'all can decide that, Should they stay or should they go? I'm adding things in, i'm completely rewriting this story, I myself am curious about where i'm going to take it. Also should be noted, Nagi isn't a mary-sue, she's selfish, narcissistic, manipulative and slightly sociopathic, she's just op as fuck. So yeah, the only reason she's saving the world is for very selfish reasons, I have full intentions on capturing her traits in this. I'm also going to challenge myself and not look at the original while I write this, so It could be completely different in all honesty, but don't worry I have notes on what I want to happen so yeah, fun.

You know, some people say when you close your eyes your transferred to another world, but, well. I hadn't been dreaming, I had died. 'Falling' down a flight of stairs, blood vessels rupturing, my spin snapped the same moment my neck snapped and I bashed my head against the third stair. So, yeah, painful. Then everything went black, unbelievably black, an ocean of blackness that swallowed me whole. You're probably wondering at this point, What the fuck? How the hell did you end up in this situation in the first place? And what the hell did you mean by 'Fall"

It was a dreary day, then again, that how it always starts right? When you're about to die, it's always dreary. It's never a sunny day, the birds chirping and the flowers fucking smiling at you. No, it's always the universe giving you come kind of cosmic sign that your about to lose everything you had worked for. That your about to lose your life, your mansion, your cars, the job you spent years clawing to get to.

Your quick wit and materials objects don't matter when you casually heading into the office. Humming lightly to yourself. Your giddy because your hair decided that it was going to cooperate, you looked sexy. And you know it. I fucking knew it. Then I slipped, but don't worry, I have quick reflexes so I caught myself before I could fall down the thirty or fourty concrete steps. But wait, no. Someone grabs my hand, I look up long enough to catch a glimpse of my best friend, my coworker, my sister. She had taken my hand and shoved me. And all I could think as the overwhelming pain came was. 'I hope I get blood on your Gucci bitch.'

Yeah, so I'm kind of dead, don't ask me why. For all I know that bitch could have been so high on drugs that she didn't even realize it was me she was murdering. I wouldn't be surprised if it was the case, yet, at the same time. It hurt, I had known her all my life, she had been my best friend. The only person I could rely on, how could she do this to me?

How could she just end my life with a smile on her face like it was no big deal, I had several months in the black room to think of what I wanted to do, what I had missed out on in life, reflecting on who I was, what I did, how I did it. In all honesty I was a bitch, threw and threw. Wouldn't change a thing, but I was a bitch. So there was that.

I had a lot, money, family, friends, beauty, power, yet I had never found someone to love me for who I am, flaws and all. Twisted humor, bitchiness, and overall narcissistic tendencies. Sure I had about twenty or so flings, or one night lovers, or just plain friends with benefits. But I wanted love, I wanted someone to love unconditionally, I was a lot of things. But one thing I wasn't was a mother, a wife, or even really a girlfriend.

When I had been reborn some months later, I decided that I was going to get what I wanted. I was going to find someone to love me, someone who would accept me with no issue. Someone who I could smother with the sheer amount of love that I had to give.

My name in this life was Natume Nagi, yeah, it's a boys name, But what can I say my mother decided to hell with it. Her name was Natume Suki by the way. A strong willed women with a very sweet smile, and an even sweeter one when dealing with her clients. She was one of mistress Yumi's not girls, a high honor in the brothel.

My mother was a whore yes, but don't you dare call her one, that was my right. As far as your concerned she's a concert, working girl, a lady of the night, I'll even accept the title of call girl, but never a whore. She was above being a whore, she was above a lot of things with her elegance and kindness.

By the tender age of three I realized just were it was I was at, catching wind of a war brewing between two ninja villages. Learning from a traveler and the doctor that had come to our small town that I lived on the outskirts of fire country. You know that moment when you feel like someone slapped you in the face with reality? Yeah, I felt it, a stinging slap by reality.

I was in Naruto, and I was slightly fearful that It was right before the fourth shinobi war happened, if so then whoever sent me here could suck it, how dare they make me three when the fourth shinobi war taking place? Well, third, but I hadn't known that at the time, I just knew there was a war brewing, I was a week helpless child. That wouldn't do, not at all.

So I started training until I dropped and then some, one of my favorite characters from the show had been Guy, and the fact that he has Lee hauling around about the weight of two cars on each leg, I mean, the sheer number of feets that exist in this world could completely destroy a human body were I was from. Yet, at the same time, it worked. It was physically impossible to do many of the things that seemed to be possible in Naruto.

I had full intentions on becoming a medical nin and studying the difference, figuring out just how it was that this was physically possible in this place. It took time, but eventually I managed to get some weights from one of the traveling merchants that landed in our village once every couple months. It hadn't been much, mainly because despite everything I wanted to get by on my own funds, helping out a local rice farmer. Escorting and removing clients from tables at the brothel, and helping out the doctor in our little community.

It was nice, the physical labor, the strain of helping out, then training with my weights helped me mentally distance myself from my past life. My death, her betrayal, my nightmares often times revolved around her, and her betrayal. But I pulled threw, training on the same regimen as Guy and Lee despite the strain gave amazing results.

Training from three, to the age of twelve, buying every medical scroll/book, every sealing book I could get my hands on. Sucking in as much knowledge as possible helped. I Managed to find a seal, or at least one of the merchant had for me. That put weight on your body, breaking it down into a seal. Distributing it all over your body to lesson the strain that normal weights caused, because believe me they did. Weights could only take you so far.

It was like a branch stage type of system, by distributing chakra into the seals, it turned to seals up a stage as you went. After releasing the seals, you are able to not only move without any weight, but also get a mega boost from the chakra that's sealed in them. There were over nine-thousand levels (Nine-thousand being the highest level anyone had gotten) It distributed fifty pounds all over the body as the levels increased. By the age of twelve I was already on level 986, 49,000 lbs, 24.65 tons….

So a lot of weight, and in all honesty it wasn't much more than Lee had at my age, I felt like he could have had more, probably did as the series progressed.

By the age of twelve I had the speed of a high level genin with my weights on, and a high level Jonin with them off. I was good in medical ninjutsu, and very good in the regards of taijutsu and sword use. Said sword having been a birthday present from my mother after we had a small argument about my wish to become a ninja.

It had been her little way of saying, hey I'm not okay with this. But i'll support you through anything you choose to do. I had never felt more connected to her then the day she gave me the sword that I beyond cherished. I utilized strength similar to both Tsunade and Sakura with my chakra control. I surprisingly had a large amount of it, leading me to assume that whoever I had gotten my white hair and grey eyes from had to be from a shinobi family, my mother having been raised a civilian and her parents having been civilians.

As you may assume I didn't know my father, and maybe that had been a miscalculation on my end, a huge one I should have accounted for. But I didn't and despite everything I'd never change my death, my father, my mother, my children, or my husband. This life was everything I wanted and more, and to think it all began with Trina's betrayal. She was a bitch, but she was my bitch.

And scene, soooo. I got a comment that reminded me I needed to do a complete overhaul to this story and for that I'm thankful. However at the same time, there was another comment, (I think by the same person? I have no idea whatsoever and I'm challenging myself by not reading my original so ya know, can't really look). But they stated that it would break every bone in someone's body to support the amount of weight that Nagi has despite the physical accomplishments that ninja have.. While they are correct, at the same time, it's speculated that Lee had 40,000 lbs in only one of his weights, one weight.,. Therefore if he can have this type of weight directed solely on his legs without them falling off, yet that had been during the chunin exams, who knows what kind of weight he'd hauling around now. Not to mention him starting training with weights when Guy got him. At twelve….. No hate I'm just giving my opinion on the matter.

Another one was if it would stunt growth training like that, or with that amount of weight, normally yes it would, but I think by this point we could all agree that most of everyday physic and biology along with growth rate, don't really apply to the Naruto word. So yeah, those are the only two I remember that really stuck out to me while writing the first time around writing this story.

If you have any questions or such I'll either address it here or in the comments/Review. You guys can decide which one you like better. If you want any scenes from the original one in this refresh my memory on them and I'll put a spin on them. Also actively look for a beta/person who corrects my mistakes on not only this story but several others i have if your have a google docs and are interested, let me know. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Till next time.

Music of the chapter: Currently listening to Not about angels by Birdy.