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Welcome to My Reincarnated Life Version 2.0!
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*Commenced to first day of The Academy in class 1A
*Accepted mission from Tou-san and Kaa-san: Make at least 2 friends or go back to Civilian School!
*Accepted mission from Tou-san and Kaa-san: Pass Entrance Exam!
*Fixed bug in which Kiseki automatically scowls at any one who dares to go near her. In the newest build, she will instead analyse the situation first, before scowling.
*Fixed bug in which Uchiha policemen automatically appears whenever Kiseki pranks
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As Kaa-san walked me to the Academy at dawn, my eyes darted around, filing all the information about my surroundings into my mind while looking for any possible friends I could make before I had to step one foot into the Academy. Stupid mission. The only reason why I accepted it was so that I could get paid. Unfortunately, the area was barren and the only sounds in the air were the swoosh of genin running and the chirps of bird waking up. Civilians were usually on time, not freakishly three hours early. Kaa-san refused to hear any of it.
It was not my idea at all you see, but I could only roll my eyes as my body was forced into a comfortable yukata styled dress at five am in the morning while my mother fretted around making me look as 'cute' as possible, while giggling out of nowhere about some "childhood love" and "Tou-san tripped all over me". I walked up to the front desk and there was a lady who surprisingly looked completely awake there,(most teachers in my past life had a drink or two before the start of the school year) looking refined and polished while she identified my school arrangements for the year.
"You will be situated in Class 1A."She gave a friendly smile and looked as if she was internally bracing herself for a question, most likely used to the torrents of interrogations that new parents subject unfortunate front desk office staff to. When I left with a simple "thank you", she heaved a small sigh of relief. I mentally noted never to sign up for that job when I became a ninja. Ever.
My eyes scanned through the list of names of students in the same class as me, provided helpfully by the lady. I then realized how lucky or unlucky I was to be placed in a class with many major shinobi clan heirs in it. If you were paired up with a clan kid, you had almost a 80% chance of passing the first genin test. My pupils zeroed in on one of the names. "Shikamaru Nara."
Perfect.
Saying goodbye to Kaa-san, I let my feet guide me to the correct class and took a seat in the empty classroom. The rows fit 3 per table, and there were three columns and 4 rows. I took the seat nearest the back door in preparation for any quick escapes in the coming future and conked my head down for a well-deserved nap. Plotting world domination took a surprisingly large amount of energy, wouldn't you agree?
"Tch. I got into trouble with Kaa-san because of you. How annoying." A familiar grumbling voice popped up three hours later, and I spotted the ends of the ponytail before sitting up and trying to stare straight into his soul as best I could. I was a woman on a mission, and I never failed.
"You. Me. Friends. Now."
"I have no reason to be friends with such a troublesome woman. Tch, Chouji is enough for me." He shot back, thinking that there was no way I would be thick skinned enough to pursue the idea of friendship beyond the first sentence. He thought wrong.
Unknown to him, I did my research beforehand. "I'll buy you the new shogi board, it just came out in the stores today."I coaxed, and internally celebrated as I saw his stubborn gaze start to waver. "I'll give you back your spot under the tree from yesterday." He didn't stand a chance against my Fabulous Methods of Persuasion.
"Deal. And you also have to go apologise to Kaa-san."
"Deal!" I was planning to do so anyways, so I wasn't so bothered by it.
While we were bargaining, our teacher Umino Iruka, passed out the Entrance Exam papers. I took mine with glee and stared down at its questions, ready to give my best shot. What was it going to be? A mathematics question to calculate the best angle for the kunai to be thrown? A history of Konoha? A report on suspicious members of the village and deducting who was the culprit of the assassination?
1. What kind of ninja do you want to be when you grow up?
I sunk in my seat.
It was the question, the dreaded question that appeared in every single school self assessment paper, survey, conversation with teachers. I had nightmares in the past about facing the Question-That-Always-Gets-Asked. What do kids want to be when they grow up? Let them decide like I did, when I dropped out of school and had to fend for myself using the fastest and shadiest method possible!
I pondered the possibility of becoming a a criminal, or in this world missing-nin, once more. At one point of time, probably. Even though I said that I wanted a new start, once you experience the thrill of a criminal, you can never quite leave that life behind. Besides, what kind of ninjas are there even? I hurriedly listed out all the types of ninjas I had read about in the books about ninja in my head. Medics, Combat Specialists, Weapons Masters, Couriers, Seduction Specialists, Assassins, which would be best for my thieving skills?
As I flashed through my options, an idea came to me and made me facepalm. Of course, how did I not think of it earlier? Smiling, I put my answer down and went onto the next question.
2. Why do you want to become a ninja?
I sunk in my seat again in despair. Memories of nerve wracking interviews nearly sent me shaking into a panic attack once more.
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It was over. I heaved a huge sigh of relief , making Shikamaru give me an incredulous look out of the corner of his right eye as he peered at me from over his arm. Lazy boy just wrote "Because." and gave the "( ' ' )" sign for every other question, meaning that every question was answered the same way.
"It was a 5 minute quiz, why do you look so stressed out?" To be completely honest, I didn't know. It could be the fact that I was used to making life or death decisions on a daily basis, it could be due to the fact that I was still young and easily stressed out by anything that I found difficult. What I did know, was that I was one of the few civilians in the class. With the exception of the pink haired girl, I looked around the room and identified the clan heirs pretty easily. Markings on their face, strange hair, weird colourings… must be the result of inbreeding. At this point, I was convinced that the ninja world loved their inbreeding too much to openly admit to it, so I stopped asking about it, allowing Tou-san to breathe normally once more.
Looking over to the other end of the classroom, I caught sight of a familiar looking raven-haired boy sitting by the window, his chicken butt ends swaying in the wind as a few girls fangirled over his "handsome face". Our eyes met with a zing, but he quickly turned to face out of the window and away from me, redness spilling over his cheeks. Was I supposed to feel insulted? I didn't care, he was probably just an annoying cretin anyways.
~Scene with Chibi! Shikamaru and Chibi! Kiseki~
"So, do you play shogi?"Chibi Shikamaru asked sleepily with his head in his pillow, the rest of his body sprawled out on his bed. He looked like the most comfortable and fluffy cloud in the sky, making me feel like pinching his puffed up cheeks. Of course, I resisted the temptation because I was a proud Respecter of Personal Space. We were currently up in his room after Yoshino-san had cooed over me enough to forgive me for my transgressions the previous day. He had originally planned to sulk in the corner before going up to sleep, taking advantage of his mother's distraction (aka me). Of course, his master plan failed when I followed him up and Yoshino-san followed me, resulting in his forceful state of consciousness.
Poor boy. He is a servant to his Kaa-san, but it is no matter, because he will have the privilege of becoming my minion as well. But first of all, before everyone's doom Is to be determined, I have to learn the strange rules of this easy Japanese board game called Shogi. It seemed to be a strategy game, similar to chess but with different rules and pieces. Of course, I have never played chess but I wasn't expecting much of a challenge from a measly 5 year old kid, no matter how much he appeared to be easy to underestimate. I smirked as I started our first game on his new board, ready for him to plead for defeat and promise to call me Kiseki-sama forever.
I lost.
Enraged, I could not believe my eyes when he checkmated me, even giving me a bored "You lasted long for a first timer."Does he really think that I didn't even have a single chance of beating him, despite my clever prank on his unconscious being? How egotistical could you get? Obviously, my pride did not give me the chance to lose gracefully. Demanding for another game, I decided to actually concentrate this time, and to think of it as a heist back from my old life, where his pieces were the police, and my pieces were my minions. For the sake of my criminal status, I could not let myself be outsmarted by a 5 year old! "Again!"
I lost.
"Hey, do you want to stop? You look even more troublesome than usual." Hearing the whispers of 'sore loser.' at the back of my mind, I narrowed my eyes further at the board. I don't care how many tries I take, I will succeed at beating this puny kid until he whimpers to his mother for mercy from me, the Overlord of Evil Hell. "Again!"
I lost.
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Eighteen matches later, I was thrown out by Shikaku-sama but I forgave his act of disobedience just this once, because of my unbelievably happy mood.
Shikamaru : Kiseki
20:1
I rejected Deer-boy's request for a rematch and he glared at me, frustrated at his loss for the entire day after that.
Sucker, I won fair and square. (I used tricks of the hand to swipe some of his pieces when he grew complacent and placed them into less strategical positions)
Iruka Sensei's First Annual Student Report of Class 1A
Name: Kiseki Sagi (Miracle Crook)
Affiliations: Shikamaru Nara (friend), Chouji Akimichi (Sub-friend), Sasuke Uchiha (Fanboy)
Rank: Academy Student
Clan: None
Parents: Kokatsu Sagi, Kurutta Sagi (Yamada)
Kekkei Genkei: None
Blood Type: O+
Age: 5
Height: 108cm
Weight: 18.6kg
Traits:
Daredevil – Has remarkably escaped class on several occasions while the teacher was inside the room for every single day in the week due to "unexplainable" reasons, absence has been reported to current guardians. Response was to "leave their baby be, she is doing great." She later returned with similarly "unexplainable" blue hair that lasted for a month.
Kleptomaniac- This instructor cannot count how many times she has mysteriously popped up with a random item she 'found' in a student's bag. For some reason, said student is always guilty of a minor offense. While the instructor approves of such vigilance in the student body, he hopes that this student can just tell him upfront instead of making him waste time chasing after the possible offenders.
Perfectionist- She has, at times, stayed back in school for multiple hours to clarify with an instructor a topic she does not quite understand and wish to grasp completely. While this level commitment is commendable, the instructor wishes to take a break sometimes and end class on time for once.
Today was the start of my first day of ninja classes. We were told to line up, one student per target. Next to me were Sasuke and Shikamaru. Almost shivering with anticipation, I recalled my childhood expectations of being able to handle all sorts of cool weapons and withstanding hardcore physical training. Instead, I was handed a rubber shuriken and told to hit the target.
I stared at the green piece of rubber in disbelief. It glared back at me, as if to say, yeah dude you're too weak to even try the real thing. In a fit of anger, I threw the shuriken with all my might, expecting it to cut through the target bulls-eye and the trees behind it from the sheer amount of power behind the throw and the precision used.
It bounced off the tree behind me.
"Hn. Not bad."came a voice from my left.
"Uchiha-san. The target is one metre in front of us and everyone else hit the target. Even Yasuko who still has snot dribbling out of his nose can hit the bulls-eye."
"Hn."
"Troublesome."
Omake…
Paperwork ninjas read through the Entrance Exam Papers to methodically extract the students with the most potential, planning for the future of the Great Fire Nation. A paperwork ninja picks up a script, a scrawled name reads, "Kiseki Sagi".
"She has an…irresistible urge to become the best ninja road sweeper in the world?"
"Pass!" The director roared. There were too many damn leaves in this country.
"She wants to be a… master ninja calculator?"
"Pass!" The director roared. He stopped doing math problems after he graduated from the Academy, and really needed that latest tax bill calculated.
"She wants to be a… Head of Potatoes?"
"Pas- Is that job already taken by some one?"
"Not really no-"
"Pass!" The director roared. Potatoes were a foreign food, but it sounded good.
"She wants to be a…Paperwork ninja?"
"Fai-"
"Oh, it says here that she will invent new ways for paperwork to be filled up by itself and-"
"PASS! FOR THE LOVE OF KAMI PASS THAT GIRL!"The director roared, making the echoes resound in the hallways. Iruka-sensei wondered from his desk who exactly gained such a standing ovation from the fearsome director.
As he knocked on the office door and stepped in, he saw the director drowning in piles of unfinished paperwork. Alarmed, Iruka-sensei rushed forward trying to relieve the Director of his workload, mentally reprimanding the office staff for letting it get to this state. His ears picked up the soft voice of the director.
"Help..me..pass...Kiseki Sagi..."were the director's last words as he cast a bleary-eyed look onto an extremely confused Iruka.
Question of the Chapter: Who is your favourite Jinchuriki?
Answer of the day: Itachi, because I believe with all my heart that he would have been able to single handedly defeat Madara if it had not been for his heart condition. Also, because he is one BAMF.
Kiseki's Poll:
Anyone other than Neji or Sasuke(+1)
Shikamaru : 1(+1)