This is a god damned rewrite. The previous one had been too unoriginal in my personal opinion. It just overall didn't feel good to write and sometimes, even though I wasn't, I felt like I was just plain off ripping of other people. It just didn't feel good to keep on writing that particular version of that story. This one is immensely different, the protagonist is the same, but her name will be different for certain reasons, along with the timezone where it takes place will be completely different.

Thanks for sticking with me!

Everyone fears death.

But, it IS something inevitable. Nobody naturally lives a prolonged life span, and personally I think you wouldn't want to be immortal either. Being immortal was something terrible, imagine all your friends and family dying while you unable to go with them even if you wanted it.

Life was good, but eternal life wasn't. I don't know why people think it's a perk. It really isn't.

I'm a normal human, I lived. I died.

But I didn't stay dead.

When I was alive, I was the younger sister of a family of four, myself, my older brother, and two parents. My parents were the front-runners of a company, so you could say we were pretty dam wealthy.

The live I live wasn't interesting at all though. I once was even popular among my peers, but as time began to pass my popularity slowly started to waver.

I died at age twenty.

The first time something different or special happened to me was in the middle of highschool, tenth grade, when I was age fifteen.

I was wandering around, hanging out with my friends on a Sunday. On that day particularly, nothing outstanding was happening.

I still remember what happened that day.

We were hanging out in a family restaurant, our... No, their group of six people, tightly packed into the corner of the store like we were a bunch of sushi rolls about to be cut up. I got booted out of the group because I told a particular girl who antagonized me that she smelled a bit different or off that day.

Everyone took it as a simple joke, I was known to be a funny person, not that I thought of myself that way. That girl smelt like charred coal that day. Perhaps that was some foreshadowing to my own fate? Quite ironic.

But I digress.

After the "joke" got pushed and escalated out of hand, I was forced to leave to prevent anymore screaming. It was quite embarrassing, a male employee, he was quite overweight and looked in his mid-twenties, was looking a bit worried. I only left because I saw his worried eyes darting to the manager who was busy dealing with an annoying customer.

It was annoying how something like smell could practically put a teenager on tilt so easily, maybe the adults are right with how we're all still just children.

I placed my hand on the bronze coloured doorknob and turned it without turning my head back, when I left the building, the same overweight male employee bowed in my direction and though it was a muttered, it was a small thanks.

I placed my feet forward, they were dressed in simple grey sneakers that were cheap. Even though the family was rich, I didn't flaunt it around. When you had practically servants to tend to your every need, you start to want to experience something else. The grey sneakers contacted the cold concrete ground which was covered in the downpour.

Stepping out without thinking, I only realized I didn't have an umbrella with me when a red truck, probably speeding, splashed a crap load of water ontop of me. I was annoyed, but it wasn't anything that couldn't be fixed. Go home, get a shower, change clothes, sleep. Then go to school again and repeat the process until adulthood.

Too bad adulthood never came.

The rain was more cold than usual, it pierced the baby blue sweatshirt that I wore, the hood did practically nothing to help stop the rain from reaching my long black hair. I muttered some swear words in annoyance, but that was just my way of venting.

I was about to start running, placing my purple binder ontop of my head with my left hand, when I was stopped by a certain overweight male, "E-excuse me!" He stuttered.

Judging from appearance alone, he was someone who dropped out of school as a social reject. He was kind of plum, fat and had a practically unshaved beard on his face. He was dressed in the standard uniform for the restaurant.

He continued, "C-can I walk with y-you?". Even though as a social reject, he still retained some skill in communicating with other people. It wasn't like he was embarrassed to talk to me, he just lacked the proper skill to communicate without feeling awkward.

I smiled at him, what was the harm? "Sure, if that's what you want".

His face lit up but he started to become more comfortable with me, "You know, I feel like you leaving early to stop the argument was really mature".

"It wasn't really anything significant". I told him back, "How did you know I left to prevent more screaming?" I was genuinely confused, from what I remembered, I don't recall of ever saying something that implied that.

When I died, you could say; a single soul went astray from death's door and passed through an plethora of dimensions. This single soul, did not have any connection to this world at all. In fact, I didn't even know that multiple dimensions were actually a thing.

He let out a weak laugh, "It's like something anime protagonists do! Forsaking their personal interests in favor for the crowd!". Looks like this man was a former NEET, but recently started changing his ways.

Again, with another laugh he said, "It's something that I wouldn't be able to do". I don't really believe that, anyone has the strength to leave, No, something like that didn't require strength, something like that was something that required the exact opposite of strength to do, cowardice.

I'm a professional at being a coward.

I was always a quiet girl. Without question I would always obey and listen to my elders. Some skill like that made me popular even among the teachers. That skill was called cowardice, never having enough strength to challenge anyone.

I scoffed, he looked at me strangely but didn't say a word back.

We were about to continue our short conversation but a third sound broke the calmness.

We stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to see what was going on, It was raining, but the guy had a umbrella with him, and even though I didn't notice then, he put it over myself too.

"Don't do it!" A group of pedestrians stopped at a particular area.

If you saw one person standing still in an area by themself you would think that either that person is waiting for someone else or that they were strange. If you saw two people, that meant something interesting was happening, and if you saw three, something abnormal was definitely happening.

All of those citizens were looking up at a gruesome sight, a twelve year old girl, dressed in her school uniform was standing ontop of a roof of a five story building, her shoes were off and she starred out at the moon in the dark sky. The girl had glasses and held nothing in her hands.

None of the citizens were doing anything, though a large number of them held out their phones and were recording the sight ontop of them.

However, one person did do something about it.

It wasn't me.

To my surprise, it was NEET shut-in-boy beside me, even in the restraining uniform he wore, he dashed inside of the building faster than I could ever do. He literally straight up kicked the door and flew right past everything else and just dashed up the stairs.

Damn it.

I couldn't do anything again.

I stood behind him, the rain still sapping away my body heat. The crowd was still loud as hell, though for some reasons weird to me, some of them were even smiling. What sick bastards honestly.

One person screamed and pointed up which led to the crowd starting to start from a soft sound raising their voice's volume to literally the maximum their vocal chords could take without tearing when the girl took one foot of the ground and put it forward. Some of the younger kids in the increasingly large crowd started to avert their eyes. It was probably a good idea to do that though, trauma could follow you everywhere even if you didn't really know the person.

The girl fell.

She looked content with her life as the crowd's screaming got even louder and louder.

However, just before she crossed the second story of the fall, NEET-Boy jumped out from the building and grabbed her. That wasn't his plan it seemed like, I couldn't see his face from my position but his arms flailed a bit before stabilizing himself from the fall. The boy then turned around to his back, and braced himself for impact.

True to say, he fell on the ground like sac of potatoes.

Only if potatoes splattered blood and screams.

The rest of the day went by like a blue, I'm not a typical generic character, so I didn't stay long after I called the ambulance and let them take care of the job. I was required to tell the staff of my name when they arrived blaring in a red ambulance truck. A female staff told me to go home.

That's exactly what I did. I went home and slept.

Thinking back to that day, I never did figure out his name

...

Until nearly five years later.

I made it my duty to visit that boy twice every month, so saying once every twice a week.

He was given a small, but humble hospital room. He suffered serious head trauma, a broken back, and maybe permanent head damage.

It was funny that I didn't even know the boys name. Yet I still visited him daily for four years, bordering on five.

It wasn't until my twentieth birthday his heart rate stopped pulsing.

He passed.

I only knew the guy for roughly fifteen minutes, but he was good guy nonetheless.

His mother and father visited him that day, they saw me but just like every other day, they didn't question why a girl would be visiting a shut in like him. I only occasionally conversed with his parents, they initially thought of me as the girl he saved from suicide or his girlfriend, but I laughed it off.

I was inside of his hospital room, when I heard the nurse talking to them outside, "... Yes... The asian girl is here again... I don't know... ".

His parents walked in, we talked and gave bitter smiles. He was still breathing, his soft breath was the only thing that stopped the silence of the awkwardness.

And right before his parents could say a word to me. The various machines hooked up to his now skinnier body made a sharp beeping sound that day.

The nurse that walked in had a look of shock in her face before she went back out the door to tell a doctor, "Sterben!".

The parents looked oblivious to what was happening, they probably didn't know standard hospital protocol.

When a machine hooked up to a patient went "beep" it was usually due to the fact that the patient died.

Sterben only confirmed my reasoning, that was a code word used in hospitals to refer to when a patient has passed on, it was... A German word I think? Honestly, it was a miracle that the guy survived nearly five years of being in comatose.

Rest in piece.

The rest of the day flew by just like the day the accident happened.

I learned that day his name was "────".

On the next day, my birthday I rued the day I didn't do anything. Even though ──── was a NEET, he probably had more potential for himself in the for the future if he just continued his life. Instead, he saved a suicidal now seventeen year old and was left in a coma. He died peacefully of course, and with that stupid smile he had on his face. His parents had invited me to his funeral, and I attended. My parents looked at me and asked me things like, "why are you friends with a god damned NEET?" and stuff like that which I just brushed off.

That guy was a hero.

Wearing pure black mourning clothes, I could see even though there wasn't an excessive amount of people, ──── was still loved nonetheless. His humongous extended family all appeared along with whatever friends he knew, he had a an amazing amount of cousins who all asked ────'s parents if I was his girlfriend. It was pretty funny playing with them.

We mourned.

When I was walking home alone that day, in my mourning clothes, it was raining just like that day. This time, I was wearing thinner clothes, so the rain was even stronger this time.

I didn't notice it back then, but my face had been letting down tears, the rain probably covered it well. I was about to cross the street when,

"E-excuse me!".

I turned around, there was no way.

No one, to my not-surprise was behind me. Only the stop sign and recycling bin was there.

I patted my face with my hands.

It was just a figment of my imagination.

Damn it. I turned around to keep walking, there was still fifteen seconds left before the lights let the cars move again.

And at that instant, my life was brought to an end.

No, I was no hit by a car, but by the lightning.

Ironic, considering that girl who I antagonized smelled like charcoal.

I was brought to the hospital at the time.

I suffered many symptoms, but it was incredibly painful to be struck by lightning at all.

Hearing loss, vision loss, tons of chestpain which painkillers wouldn't get rid of, tons of headaches and trouble staying awake, immense need for breathing, passing out constantly. These were just some of the symptoms I felt after the pain, ironically, I was in the room that ──── stayed in during his time in the hospital. I wasn't visited by anyone other than my parents and brother. Room twenty.

After a while, I passed away. Of course, when I was alive, I spent my time watching anime in honour of ────, I watched big titles like Naruto or funny comedies like the devil-was-a-part-timer. I was conscious when my death happened and the last thing I heard before my death was the peaceful sound of my heartbeat.

Now I'm this white essence which floated to what seemed like space.

My soul, by itself was something humans cannot fathom what it truly was at it's core. No matter the amount of research, preparation, or previous knowledge, humans just couldn't truly discover what a "soul" truly was.

Because that soul was insignificant by itself, it could not possibly survive on it's own.

However, the soul entered a child, a baby.

I am the owner of that soul, I was given the name of Kaede.

When I woke up, the first thing that I thought was that, "I shouldn't be alive". There was a warm feeling in my chest.

My sense of feeling felt only the sun and I assume to be a bed on me.

I assume this IS a hospital, I saw an older woman looking at me. She had brown hair and was dressed in a nurse outfit. She felt like a nice person.

I tried to open my mouth, but only, "ahgg... ahhh... uhgh" sounds came out.

Did spending too much time in the hospital kill my social skills? I should still be able to complete a full sentence right?

She talked, "-[ ]-[ ]".

I couldn't understand her, is she not speaking in English? Even back from what I remembered, most people in the world spoke English, I guess being Asian, she thought I spoke something else?

I felt really fuzzy, and another voice responded to her, "[ ]-[ ]- [ ]-".

The language IS something I recognize though. With the abundance of anime and related media in my life, I recognize it enough to be Japanese. However, even knowing that knowledge, I can't do anything.

I looked down, my neck really hurt to move, and I looked at my arms.

I realized.

I'm a baby.

Nearly a year has passed by.

Being a baby, my entire self is underdeveloped. I felt sensations in my fingers and wrists, but anything else I couldn't move. As for smell, there was the only unpleasant smell like poop. Tons of poop. For hearing, it was quite obvious the screaming was children crying. Meanwhile for vision, I could only see blurs. Hopefully this isn't permanent, probably a side effect of being a baby.

I didn't have parents, I was an orphan.

It was probably good, I still have lingering memories of my previous parents. They weren't amazing, but they were my parents nonetheless. Replacing them would've been insanely hard.

I don't know why I still had my past memories, but I suppose there's nothing bad with keeping them.

Retaining memories after even death or amnesia, becoming a medical wonder... Everyone must've had delusions like this at least once right? Everyone wanted attention, and this was a way to gain attention really easy. Something like showing insane math skills for a young age or even providing mind breaking theories.

Ehh... Oh well, sleeping randomly as a baby shouldn't be weird right?

I slept.

Like a sack of potatoes.

A month passed by now.

I haven't seen anything resembling an electronic. Damn, even I would've wanted something to play with when I'm bored. In my first life, I was a rich girl, now it seems like I'm a girl in an poor orphanage.

I could understand basic conversation now, you know when your bilingual friends speak another language infront of you? Thats how I felt nearly for a year. In my previous life, learning French was incredibly hard, but learning the language here, Japanese, wasn't very hard. Was I just amazing? Or was this body just particularly good? Or was it because of young age?

I started to crawl around all over the place, I've never ever felt more grateful for being able to move around.

The orphanage was white in colour and had many workers there. Many children were here for some reason? Did this place happen to abandon many children? I've been outside the building once, and there was a river in the middle of the village. Yes, this was a village.

Though I'm a well behaved child, and I'm proud of it. Lately, I've heard a lot of things that weren't in my vocabulary. Especially the names of Countries, districts, and some proper nouns I haven't even heard before.

One thing did startle me, an adult who walked into the house of crying babies was the perpetrator of that. He was a man with a buzzcut, he wore a flak vest and carried himself with pride.

His head, a spiral symbol on a Hitai-ate. The one from Naruto. Not Konohagakure, but what was it...

Uzushiogakure?

He was conversing with the caretakers, "What's with that one over there, she's staring at me..."

They continued to converse, I didn't care that they were talking about me.

But, at that moment, I realized that this wasn't Earth. This was something else.

Anyways, shinobis being a reality, being a life-alerting fact didn't faze me quite as I thought it would've. Or was just cosplay? Unlikely.

It explained the warm sensation inside of my that I lacked in my previous life. This I assume would be chakra.

Chakra, as shown in the show, was virtually omnipotent. Once you realized that, you could essentially do anything if you had a certain degree of skill.

Warm and gentle, it was essentially god's gift to this world.

Seems like if you want to survive in this world, becoming someone who could manipulate chakra was a must.

But if Chakra really is something that exists...

Maybe I could do it.

To live and be something more than just another person, if it's a world where kunai and shuriken where a everyday object, then maybe I could do it. Maybe I can become something more than just another person.

────'s face flashed to my mind.

No, I'll become someone who can embody enough attention only two people can handle.

Keeping my memories is a huge boon to that fact.

I don't even have to be a Shinobi, I mean I want to obviously, but becoming a medical-shinobi is also a possibility.

But Chakra, that will be my key.

If Chakra is a key, then possibility is the lock.

I'm going to master Chakra.

Then the me, who was filled with excitement and courage pumped my small fist up.

Believe snicker it!