What a curious place this is, a young boy thought to himself, oblivious to the eyes watching him from all around.
Everything feels... light, yet his body feels so heavy. Are we... falling? Or are we floating Hmm, it's rather cold... yet oddly warm. We can feel no light, yet we sense darkness envolping us...
What strange sensations this boy must be feeling.
A flash of memory played suddenly in his mind. Like a movie played in fast forward, the memory played and revealed itself to be the boy's memory. From his birth, to his difficult upbringings as an orphan, to his lonely and depressinging youth, until he finds a purpose in his life and turns his life around as he finally beginning to achieve prestigous scholarship and recognition for his skills which everyone is proud of.
And just like that everything ended with him screaming. Watch out, was the last words he yelled out as he pushed a little girl in the middle of the road from an incoming truck.
The realization hit him then: ah, I'm dead.
It's a pity, for his life to end so prematurely just when life is about to turn for the better. Figures behind the shadows smiled in melancholy, that's life after all, they all thought.
"At the very least I saved someone before I died. What an end for a doctor in training..." his mind drifts into a melancholy, "...I wish I can save myself and the people I care about, for once."
An eerie smile flashed within the blinding darkness that surrounds and the boy jolted in pain.
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Its motives inscrutable, its strength unimaginable; the boy felt heavier and heavier and the last thing he heard as he rapidly descends into this bright void was:
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And then there were pain...
'... and warmth? What... is this...?' the boy thought to himself as pain overtook his mind and body. He slowly opened his eyes to see a familiar red liquid all over his hand, seeping out freely from his forehead.
His blurry vision starts to get clearer, the ringing in his ear began to dampen, oblivious to the anger of a man which stood tall before him and a crying girl that hid behind him.
"Filthy branchling! Be gone out of my sight, brat!" The man turned to the towards the fearful girl who could only watch in terror, "That's enough, Young Lady. Let us return. The Lord shall hear about this."
The boy stared at the young girl and the angry man who are walking away, before staring at his own bloodied hands. Branchling... white eyes... he pieced everything together and came to a realization.
"Ah... I'm a Hyuuga."