For someone who took pride in their intelligence, it took me an embarrassingly long time to realise that I had been reincarnated into Narutoverse and that my parents weren't anime obsessed cosplayers.

Sure, being reincarnated was a strange experience. After months of being suspended in amniotic fluid, being pushed through the birth canal and realising that I was a baby, my first few weeks of life were spent recovering from the trauma.

It took me about a month to realise that the two big blobs that were my parents were actually Nara Himiko and Nara Shota. The smaller blob that I was pretty sure was my elder sibling was Shikaku Nara. As I had seen the Mount Rushmore type thing that was definitely the Hokage mountain (though I wasn't able to see the number of head due to my poor eyesight), I realised that I was in the era after the founding of Konoha. And the only Shikaku Nara I had read about during this era was Shikamaru's father, I was able to tentatively place myself in the same generation as Minato and Kushina. Which meant that there were three highly dangerous Great Shinobi Wars were yet to happen, in which I had very high chances of dying.

This realisation led to an intense bout of crying which led to me exhausting myself to sleep, due to my highly emotional and fragile infant body.

I had considerably calmed down after my nap and was able to think more clearly. There were many ways following which I could completely avoid the wars and live a safe and violence free civilian life, either in Konoha or somewhere else. I could run away, or pretend to be not be able to use chakra (which I could feel running beneath my skin even as a baby), or fail the Shinobi academy and end up as a desk ninja. There was no need to be involved in the canon events. Everything had turned out fine in the end, didn't it? With Naruto as the seventh Hokage and peace in the Elemental Nations m

But I had already lived my safe and violence free civilian life. This was my second chance. If I was not supposed to be involved, why was I even reincarnated in this world with my memory intact? I was not delusional. Being reincarnated did not give me plot armor. There was a very high probability of me dying if I try to change the timeline, or heck even become a ninja. But I had already lived a life, hadn't I? Granted it wasn't as long as I would have liked it to be, but this was my second chance. I could spend it trying to survive in this harsh, dangerous world, or try to change it.

At the end it wasn't that hard if a decision. To borrow from Harry, 'I always had a saving people thing.'

I am going to die horribly, ain't I?