Sixth month

People became even more cautious around her after the incident with Nawaki. No energy stuff at all. She wondered several times if she hadn't dreamt this accident in the first place.

Learning useful stuff and training her body was getting boring. She was getting better at it, retaining every bit of flexibility her young body allowed. With help she could get to the sitting position, pulling on her arms. She could sit without support behind her back for a few minutes.

She could move around better. Nawaki still had a great amount of confidence in her, because the next days he would put her in a new place with cushions delimitating the place. Once she had inspected the perimeter, he would open a passage towards the depth of the house and she would follow his lead. It was like a cushion-lined road made for her. When she would get tired, she would fall on her butt and yawn. When she would get hungry, she would pat her tummy and produce a poor imitation of the "I'm hungry" he had taught her.

She couldn't move forward well though, and pushing her body backwards with arms and legs was easier, but still! In a short amount of time she would succeed in getting everything into motion.

But what for? She would learn the language and move her body well in the end. She would eventually learn how to fight, just like Nawaki's teacher or Haruka did. But what was the purpose of all this. What was the purpose of all this fighting? And what was the point of her being there, reborn from another place, another time? This was definitely not her world with this pseudo-Asian culture and people doing magic.

Maybe this was the cause of her illness. She wasn't from here. Therefore, she couldn't handle this magic well. Her body wasn't accustomed to it. But it was weird. She was reborn, and whatever happened for her to be pulled inside that baby's body, said baby had been conceived by the people in this world. So why was she affected by this magic, why was she resenting it so much?

And if it was because she wasn't part from this world? Maybe her body was, but her spirit wasn't! In video games, magicians and wizard classes had always been people with a high intelligence. Not that she was too intelligent herself, but depending on the game, magic was something that required intelligence or wisdom to be correctly executed, but also related to souls and Spiritism. If she was right, that would mean the problem with her sensitivity was with her mind and not her body. Which was logic given that her mind was still intact from her previous life.

Like for everything, she couldn't remember everything. But she remembered most of the stuff she had learned like foreign languages, mathematics, basic sciences, acting courses… So, she was a singularity in here, and it could explain both her sensitivity to the magic they were using in this world, and the fact why people were at loss about how to handle her.

Now, about this sensitivity thing, she had taken the problem as a question of pain or magic tolerance of her body cells. But if the problem was her mind what did it take to make the pain go away? Understanding? Belief? Trust? She couldn't quite tell. In her previous life, everything was done by hand, or with the help of technology. Everything worked some way, and it should be the same here. They did have electricity, but they also had energy coming from within, energy that could help making spells.

And they were having kids learn how to fight physically and magically.

Although it could seem logic to them, it bugged her. She hadn't lived in a world at peace. There were forms of war, but far away from her home. People fought differently in her own world. They used to send soldiers to war and the rest of the country would manufacture weapons for them. When she had still been alive, people were exploding themselves in the name of religious beliefs. In here there seemed to be no guns or automated weapons as it seemed: just fists and weapons. In such a world, why wouldn't everyone learn to fight from a young age to be battle-ready?

And how and why did she found herself into this? She couldn't tell. She didn't remember coming here in the first place. There had been no trigger. She couldn't remember her last days on Earth either, just darkness surrounding her and then she was being birthed. She could remember what she used to do in her everyday life. She had planned to study again, get a degree so she would have something to fall back on, had her popularity decreased.

She hadn't been a pretty girl before, but she had the charisma to make-up for it. The band and theatre stages had done that to her. She had long wondered what would have happened if she hadn't been this tiny YouTube star at the time. Her channel was a cultural one, so she had to read about many subjects to stay accurate about what she talked. But it had been her other channels that had raised her fame. Music and acting before her tiny camera made her come on the big stage.

She hadn't been that known and had never been pretty, but she acted like she was nonetheless. All she had needed was to observe people and adapt herself to them. Being herself had never been her top priority, especially considering what people used to say about her. They had badmouthed her differently when she had become a little bit famous, but the badmouthing had stayed.

She had like these scars on the face and arms, the ugly kind. It had been an accident, a stupid one. She had been a silly kid at the time, trying to cook herself hot chocolate when her parents hadn't been home. She had done her mix in a glass bowl and directly put it on the cooker ring. The bowl had heated from the bottom, and the dilatation difference had made it explode. Glass shards had flown everywhere. She had had the reflex to protect her eyes, but her tiny hands could only do so much. The traces of her silliness had followed her whole life.

They hadn't been so wide when she had grown up, and people had stopped at it too much. Plus, she had learned how to craftily disguise them under foundation, but there had always been faint traces of it on her face, her behaviour. She hadn't been the kind to put make-up on her arms either, so whenever she took off her fingerless gloves or rolled up her sleeves, in the summer or the heat of the spots she would always fear people would laugh at her or look away.

Her life had quite been the restless one, but it had only been about fame and accepting herself for who she had been. She hadn't been pretty, and she hadn't had the best personality either. Observation was such a fine skill, leading to manipulation. She played her part, and she had dominated all her roles, made-up all sorts of complicated layers to steel her frail heart from the world.

For what? What did she achieve in the end? Maybe she could have done something better, something greater in the long run. But right now, she was just a baby who could only blabber tiny syllables that no one could understand!

She wanted to grow up, no get pampered up by these adults who understood nothing! She may be trapped in this baby's body, but she was getting sick of it! Sure, she could guess the opportunities this position could give her, the innocent role she could fill. But how would you manipulate someone if you couldn't get what they said, and if you couldn't reply to them.

Being the cute little baby didn't please her enough. She wanted more of this new life. She had seen her reflexion in the mirror. She was the splitting image of her mother, in a more chubby and curvy way since her father made her stuff her mouth whenever she wanted. She had these curls of nice chestnut hair all around her face, a lighter brown than her father, and bright green eyes. She was very cute like the perfect baby should been.

In front of the mirror, she would discreetly practices smiles and other facial expressions which seemed very cute to her. She would taste them on her relatives, cooing and smiling at them. The steel-faced teacher of the three kids had almost swooned earlier on, but had briefly hid it to her students. She had glared at Honoka's amused eyes afterwards.

Oh, yes, Honoka could picture herself gaining quite a bit of power with her face in the future. With the right words, she might manage to curl people around her finger. Popularity might be needed in the future if she thought this through. For example, she could get a secure position away from the fights. All she would need afterwards would be not to get too hard feelings for all these people send to dangerous paths while she will stay within secure wards.

She wouldn't want to die stupidly after being given the opportunity to live this other life.

Hello :)

I personnaly thank everyone who thought of reviewing, favouriting or following this story.

Given my school and work I don't have much time to write so it's always pleasant to have my work commented by you.

So don't hesitate asking me questions by MP or review ;) (plus it won't hurt the rating of this story on FF so yeah i'll admit I'm a bit interested that way also)

As for the questions I received already, i'll answer here :

Does Honoka knows the Naruto-verse? Nope! She has no clue where she has fallen so you'll know some stuff pretty much before she does !

How old is Honoka compared to the other members of the series? Honoka is 2-3 years older than Kakashi's generation, and 6-7 years younger than Minato's generation which make her unlikely to enter their teams. I won't make her into Rin's replacement.

How AU will this story go? I plan to have Nawaki live through the wars and become the Yondaime in Minato's place actually. As for the other events, they will mostly be Canon, which mean I'll respect the teams that have been made already and will only add my characters into the mix. It will require Honoka to understand that the story (Fate) of this world has already been written to wonder whether it's good or not to change the future events.

So there won't be an ObitoxRin since it's a ObitoxOC? Maybe, maybe not? Since Hononka isn't from their generation, she can't be in their team. Plus, she's only a baby for now, so I think pairings are irrelevant for now. Furthermore, Honoka will be like thirty-ish in her head, so it won't go well with Obito's childlish personality of the beginning of the manga, especially if she is considered as a "genius".

That's all folks! See you next time!