A baby… I had no idea how it was possible.

In all my years, no one had reported being reborn as a baby. Reborn was the right word because I'm sure I had died. There's no other way I could have been in so much pain if I wasn't dead. So, was this the afterlife? Or a new world entirely different from Azeroth? My attention was stolen by the massive creature picking me up from what I now realised was my bed. It brought me closer to its chest and I had to remember that this wasn't a monster. This was either my new mother, family member, or nanny; whoever they were, they weren't out to hurt me… i hoped.

"Kore o sukoshi tabete kudasai, sore wa anata ni totte yoi kotodesu." the thing… err… my nanny said.

My Nanny grabbed something that took me a minute to recognise, my baby vision not the greatest. She was trying to feed me. Not having much choice, I complied. My baby mind for some reason kept forgetting what a bottle was. In the middle of my feeding, a new person came into the room. I couldn't see them but I could hear them. He promptly spoke gibberish, at least it seemed so to me, however the person holding me could obviously understand.

"How is our daughter doing Yoshino?" the man asked

"She is doing well dear. She's growing fast and she is healthy and strong" Yoshino told her husband with a smile.

"That's great news. Let me give you a break, you've been working hard, and I wish to hold our daughter." he said

Not understanding a thing of what was going on, I was suddenly, but carefully passed to the spiky haired dude in the room. Who was this guy? Clearly they knew each other, and the woman felt comfortable handing me off to him.

Now that he was closer I could actually make out his details. The dude had his black hair done up in a ponytail, and he had a small patch of hair on his chin that came to a point as his only facial hair. He had two scars on his face, one above his eye and crossing down towards his ear, and another one on the same side of his face coming up from his chin to below his eye.

For clothes he had a dark green jacket with many pockets over top of a long sleeve black undershirt and black sweatpants. Attached to his pants was a holster of some kind. The man looked completely at ease with his strange outfit, like he wore it every day. A uniform of some kind perhaps? While I was examining him they continued talking in their strange language.

"What about our son, how is he doing?" Yoshino asked her husband.

"Shikamaru is also doing well. The medical ninja report no issues." the man told his wife.

"I'm so glad, I wasn't sure I could have children, but to have two kids, it was a dream come true. The medical ninja's report that our daughter has an extraordinary body for her age, as well as a ridiculous amount of chakra for an 8 week old infant" Yoshino explained to her husband.

"Really? She may become an excellent ninja in the future, if she desires to." he said, wary of his wifes look at his close call to determining his kids future for her.

The man looked down at his daughter and reflected on how adorable she looked. She looked almost exactly like his son, Shikamaru, except that she had violet eyes. Just like her brother, the man knew he would end the world for her. If anyone dared mess with his kids, he would show them why he was one of the most terrifying shinobi in the village.

The man was looking down at me with a strange look, one I couldn't quite place. It had been a long time since I'd seen it directed at me so fervently. Then I remembered; it was love and affection, specifically the same kind you'd direct towards a family member. This man could only then be my father. Almost of their own accord, my chubby hands reached out to grab his soul patch. The urge to tug on it was irresistible. He saw what I was going to do and attempted to "stop" me, but in the end my baby hands beat his adult ones and I achieved my goal of latching onto his facial hair.

As the young child was grabbing her father's hair, yet another person barged into the room.

"Shikaku! There's an emergency! The nine tailed fox demon is attacking the village!" the shinobi reported

"What?! Dammit, just as I was getting settled down too. This is such a drag. Yoshino, i take our daughter. Please keep her safe" The now named Shikaku said. Handing the baby to her mother.

"You don't have to tell me twice" she said accepting the baby.

I once again felt myself being passed to another. I still couldn't understand a word they were saying, so I was confused as to why my father had run out of the room when another person had come in and yelled at him. Before he left, my father gave a heated kiss to the woman who was holding me. Ah, so this must be my mother then, not my nanny. I lived through enough battles to know people running off to war when I saw it. Despite my best efforts, my traitorous body picked up on the tension in the air and began to cry. Damn it, I hadn't cried this much in a century.

"There, there, little one. There's nothing to worry about, your dad is just going to take care of some business" my mother tried to comfort me. Despite me not knowing what she was saying, her intention was obvious as she put me back to bed.

I wanted to stay awake to find out what was going to happen, but my mothers ministrations wouldn't let me do so. My mother put me in my crib and started humming a tune, and rocking my crib gently; I fell asleep quickly.

One year later.

It's been a year since I was reborn in this world. I was certain now that I was reborn into a different world. Azeroth had magic aplenty, it was on every street corner, every shop, every tavern. However in this world I felt none of that; Instead of mana, I felt that strange energy from the dungeon everywhere. Now that my body was a little older, my brain had also matured a little. My thoughts were a lot clearer than they had been when I was first born. Before I was lucky to string together more than a sentence in my own mind, but now i was getting closer to being normal. I still had a long way to go however; ignoring my best efforts, my body was easily distracted by small things. If I was trying to focus on something, it wouldn't be long until my mind either wandered, or something shiny pulled my attention away.

Because of this, I was having trouble learning the language of this world. However I had at least learned that my mothers name was Yoshino, Fathers name was Shikaku, and my brother's name was Shikamaru, and we belonged to a "clan" named Nara. There were no "clans'' in Azeroth, however we did have guilds. Some were powerful, some were weak, some shared information freely among one another, and others didn't. I knew it wasn't exactly the same, but guilds and clans sounded close enough. I had also learned enough of the language, barely, to understand that the strange energy I'd been feeling all around was called "Chakra".

Another year later.

My speed in mastering the language has been increasing steadily. As I continued to get older, my thoughts again became clearer, I got distracted less, and I was getting better motor control. However I still didn't have near enough mental faculties to begin to attempt controlling chakra, and even less to attempt any of my spells from Azeroth with chakra. Some good news was that I could at least feel the chakra around me and in others. I couldn't see it moving around inside them, but I could get a general idea of how much Chakra someone had. I also knew that my own chakra was increasing daily, bit by bit. I didn't know enough about chakra to know why it was increasing though without me doing anything.

Yet more I didn't know about chakra; the list seemed endless; I had no idea what one could do with chakra. I knew what I could do with mana, and I theorised that I could at least perform some, if not all of my spells from Azeroth with chakra. Other than the origin of each energy, they functioned similarly enough; I knew it would take years to be able to do it, since I knew I would have to first master chakra before I could even attempt even a basic shadow bolt. All i could do for now was to watch, learn, and figure out how to move without fucking falling over, damn that was frustrating.

3 years after the Kyuubi attack.

My chakra increase had hit a roadblock. For the past few months it hadn't increased at all. While I had almost a complete understanding of the language, from what I could guess, it would be strange for a 3 year old to just up and start asking how to increase my chakra. The faster that my chakra grew, the sooner I could begin trying to actually use it. About 6 months ago I had learned that we resided in a Ninja Village, and that we were a clan of ninja specialising in controlling shadows. Sounds like I would fit right in with this clan. After all, what's a warlock who can't control shadows?

I had also been interacting more with Shikamaru lately. I had always tried to talk to him, but he was still a literal child, while I was a child in body only. Now that we were a bit older he could actually communicate back to me. From what I understood of children, Shikamaru was learning at a shocking speed. He picked up the language almost as fast as I did, however he faked not knowing as much as he actually did. I know he did because he would smirk at me and tell me that it was a drag to be too smart. People would want him to do more work.

"Hey sis, what're you thinkin so hard about?" I heard from behind me.

I had been sitting on the deck of the back yard and musing about my chakra issues, so I turned to look at who was talking to me. I mean, there could only be one person anyway.

"Hey Shika, not much. Just trying to understand chakra" I told him.

"If you keep that up, they'll start calling you a genius, and it would be such a drag" he told me with a lazy smile on his face as he came and sat down next to me.

"Oh no, god forbid people don't think i'm lazy" I replied, poking him.

"Being lazy is the best. Why would I go do any work when I can just sit around looking at the clouds?" he said wistfully, turning his head to the sky.

"Adventure? Getting stronger? Learning new things?" I was kind of curious about his answer.

"Those sound so boring. I just want to live a life of ease."

"If you say so, but you'll never make more friends if you don't go out and play," I said.

"Hey, Chogi is all I need. He shares my passion for lazing around. And who are you to talk to me about friends? You have literally none, at least I got choji." he replied with a smirk.

I blushed and punched him in the shoulder "The only friend i need is you. Even if you are my brother, you are the only one I can talk to without feeling like I'm talking to a brick wall." I told him.

We talked for a bit before eventually heading off to dinner at our mothers call.

4 Years after the attack.

I convinced my parents to teach me about chakra, and what I learned was kind of enlightening. They told me that the amount of chakra you had was determined by a combination of your physical body, and your spirit, or soul. It made sense now why my chakra had stagnated. My spirit kept getting stronger as I aged and my thoughts got clearer, however I hadn't trained my body at all. Right now my chakra was that of an average Jonin apparently, and that would only continue to grow as I trained my body. Knowing this, I decided to do… ugh… exercises; as a spell caster back in azeroth, I never needed to be physical. I just sat back and blew stuff up from afar. I decided to start easy; 100 pushups, 100 sit ups, 100 squats and a 10-km run. Since my body was still growing, I couldn't add any weights to it. Eventually I would; I hated physical exercise, but to survive in this world I had to do it. I also started to actively try and control my chakra; I had to do it on my own since my parents wouldn't teach me much. They said it would be unfair to the other students if I had an advantage over them.

I had learned since coming to this world that Jutsu existed, and from what I could tell they were similar to spells. However, that was the extent to my knowledge. Until I joined the academy at age 6, no one would tell me anything about chakra or jutsu, so I started with just trying to feel my chakra in my body. Since I was one of the most powerful Warlocks in existence back in Azeroth, I decided to start my search with how I would feel for mana.

It was honestly pretty simple; I had a pool of mana within my soul, and when I wanted to cast a spell, I grabbed a certain amount of it out and used my will to shape it into the spell I wanted to cast. For example, I knew that to make a standard head sized fireball, I needed a certain amount of mana after months of practice. I would take that amount of mana from my pool and use it to do a couple things; first was to create and gather oxygen in the palm of my hand. Second I would create a small mana barrier around the sphere so that the oxygen couldn't escape. Third I would poke a specific amount of holes in the barrier and use the remaining mana I had taken to ignite the oxygen leaking out. Fourth and final step was to trigger the mana barrier to vanish upon contact with something, making the oxygen spread out and ignite at the same time, creating an explosion.

After looking inside myself, I discovered that instead of mana, chakra was coursing through my body. First thing I noticed was that the chakra seemed to be flowing in predetermined pathways that I couldn't quite make out at first. Second thing was that there didn't seem to be any specific spot the chakra was coming from, however the chakra did seem to be more concentrated around the heart for some reason. After about an hour of just sitting there staring at myself internally, I finally found out where my chakra was coming from. My entire body was the source. The chakra was coming from every single cell in my body, connected to the rivers of chakra with tiny veins. It looked a lot like the circulatory system that my blood followed. It appeared that hypothetically if one were to damage an organ, such as one's liver, all the cells in that area would stop producing chakra, and your overall reserves would be a bit lower.

After a long while of just observing, I decided to just try to move it somewhere. Supposedly since I had such a massive amount of chakra for my age, an amount that would continue to grow; i would have problems controlling it. I suspected that wouldn't be an issue though, since I had no problems controlling my mana, and I had several hundred orders of magnitude more mana than I had chakra. The saying "but a drop in the ocean" wasn't at all an exaggeration in my case. I decided that the best place to start was to try and draw chakra from that small pool near my heart that all my chakra seemed to gravitate towards, before leaving again to travel the rest of my body.

The first thing I tried to do was to just move it to my closed fist. I took the smallest amount and pictured it moving to where I wanted. Surprisingly, it did so with no complaints, albeit slowly. Eventually all the chakra I had decided to move was in my fist; outwardly nothing appeared different. I tried poking my hand with my other hand and found it a bit firmer than normal, it still had some give to it since i hadn't decided what to do with the chakra. I released my control of the chakra, and it stayed there for about ten seconds before dissipating back to the rest of my body. Interesting.

Now I was very curious about what would happen if I hit something with it. I looked around the house to see if anyone was home and I found my mother.

"Mom! I'm going out to play!" I told her. If I was going to experiment with things I was told not to yet, I sure as hell wasn't going to do it in or near my own house.

"Okay dear, have fun and be careful" I heard my mom call from the kitchen.

Booking it out of the house towards the forest, I tried to find a secluded spot and managed to find a couple of wooden posts. I then proceeded to repeat what I had done in my bedroom. I moved a small amount of chakra to my fist with the mental image of hardening the tissues in my hand. I had often done something similar with my mana back on Azeroth when I was about to take an unavoidable big hit. Turns out it worked as expected, but a lot less powerful than what I was used to. Still, it would do the trick for what I had in mind. I picked one of the posts and prepared to attack.

"Sorry mister post, but I need to test the limits of my powers" I told it.

I made a basic punch that I'd seen the alliance troops practice countless times. The results were astonishing. The post almost exploded in a one foot radius from my punch.

"Holy shit" I said, dumbfounded. What I failed to realize at the time was that what I considered to be a pretty small amount of chakra, was basically what the average ninja clan child my age had in their whole bodies.