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I picked up a new language I later recognized as Japanese. I was excited to learn the new language and eagerly listened for any kind of dialogue between my parents. The learning process was surprisingly...easy. I thought that I'd be struggling to learn it, but I think the constant exposure to the language definitely helped. Although I absorbed words well, I didn't speak much. I was overtaken with the fear of saying something that would have been pegged as weird or genius. When I did talk, I spoke slowly because I had to double-check my words and I didn't want to mispronounce anything. My parents would squeal every time I made a sound. My first giggle had been when my dad yelled in victory after hearing my first word: oto. "Oto" meaning "dad" in Japanese. Occasionally I'd blabber a bit just to indulge mom and dad when they looked like they were having a long day.
I also made the important decision to remember English. I wanted to retain as much as I could from my past life because I didn't want to forget. I didn't want to forget about my old family, my friends, the sad and happy memories, or everything I've experienced.
And so I would lay for hours just sifting through my old memories until I'd get mentally exhausted. Then I would sleep, wake up, and eat. After eating I would go back to thinking and the pattern would continue. Other than the routine being monotonous everyday, I enjoyed the normalcy and was content with the peaceful cycle.
The only thing that constantly disrupted the harmony of this cycle was breast-feeding. Ugh, don't even make me get started on that.
By the time I turned three I had full mobility of my body. My hand-eye coordination and footwork weren't perfect, but it was much better than having nonexistent muscles. Being unable to lift my head had been one of the most frustrating things as a baby. I was really excited when I learned how to walk (again). This was because in my past life I unfortunately had torn the ACL in my left knee when I was fifteen. Even though there was a surgery to repair the torn ligament, the knee didn't have the same mobility as it once had. In this new body I had complete limbs, undamaged and perfectly new. I was already itching to break into a full sprint. I kept falling on my face every time I tried though. I could only waddle at a fast pace with my two short legs. Although I was clearly not normal in the head, I wasn't too worried about the pace of my physical developments. I think my parents noticed that I was pretty perceptive from the way I watched them, but other than that, I didn't give away anything that came off as unnatural.
Speaking of unnatural, I've had something unnatural within my body. The feeling wasn't solid and more like a fuzzy mist. If I tried, I could detect it all coming from my stomach. On certain days it would bother me. It would reach my chest and smother me, forcing me to nearly gasp for air. On other days it would turn into a river, energizing me so I couldn't stay still. Sometimes the mist was actually fun to play with. Once I was able to detect it within myself unconsciously, I tried to control its currents, letting it flow from my hands to my feet.
I had even more fun when I tried expanding the mist. I played a game where I'd close my eyes, increase the area I cover with my mist and sense the presence of my parents.
Ah, right, my parents. My father, Nobuyuki Ryouichi, is some sort of a businessman or a merchant. He's out of the house on regular times, but has been home often enough that I could tell he balances family and work well. He's got green eyes and dark brown hair with a good-natured voice. My mother is Nobuyuki Natsumi and she's beautiful with her matching light brown eyes and long, straight hair. Natsumi runs a bakery located right below where we live. Judging from the distance of the noise from the daily market, I'd safely assumed that our apartment wasn't too far from the main street where all the sellers and food venders were situated. We get occasional visits from my parents' friends. I couldn't help but observe that a lot of my mom's friends had similar characteristics: light brown to pale blond long hair, and light colored eyes of all shades. These visitors even gave us similar congratulatory gifts: flowers.
I was half-snoozing in a room next to the kitchen with the dining table when a certain visitor came. I didn't bother paying attention to the conversation happening at the table where my parents and the guest sat. Normally there'd be the usual amiable chatting, but instead I started hearing snippets of war and might get involved. At first I was thinking, a world war? World War l? or WWll? Was it more recent or ancient? Sino-Japanese War? Wait, was I even in Japan?
I mulled over my confusion when I heard The Word. Shinobi.
I paused from thinking and focused all my attention to my parents.
They said it again.
Shinobi. Hidden Villages are involved. Might be a third shinobi war.
I slowly turned in my sleeping spot to face the direction the voices were coming from, forced my eyes open and squinted across the room at the guest sitting at the dining table to see his profile clearly. I immediately saw the glinting metal headband covering a head of blond hair that was pulled back into high ponytail. The man had blue-green eyes and a serious expression on his gentle face as he continued talking about a war to my parents.
Holy righteous fu-
I didn't know any other person or character other than Yamanaka Inoichi with that exact appearance. At this point I was motionless from where I lay and slid my eyes away from the man's face and redirected them to my tiny fisted hands before me.
Shinobi. Ninjas. Naruto.
Again, holy. righteous. f-
I struggled between keeping calm and dropping the f-bomb
heh that rhymed.
What was Yamanaka Inoichi doing at my parents' dining table? Although my mind was whirring in chaos, I kept my ears open to the discussion between the adults.
My mother sounded pretty worried.
"What are the chances of Konoha getting into the war?"
Ah, crap. Konoha. I'm in freaking Konoha. Great. Oh and there's a war coming up. Effing fantastic.
"At this rate I'm afraid we'll be forced into full action. I don't think it'll be long until we send our first team out purely for frontline purposes."
Third Shinobi World War. Fourth Hokage. The Flash. Kakashi. Kannabi Bridge. Rin. Obito. Oh No. OH CRAP. OBITO.
I don't remember much after hearing that conversation because I promptly blacked out.
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