After a week of travelling on shisui's back, He sat me down on a rock.
" Kid its time for me to go, I owe you one but i cant go any further than here."
He draws a straight line from my feet to the direction of some foliage.
" Go this direction you will meet a path. Take a right and follow that path to the front gate. Remember , I wasn't here."
" Right you weren't here"
Shisui smiles and then fades into Crows, I realize at some point he left and I was in a genjutsu for an amount of time. Looking down I see the line in the dirt.
And I follow it.
I am left mourning, without a proper goodbye, but this world is harsh and I should get used to it.
I follow the line for about 30 minutes before I start to doubt Shisui's skills in navigation.
But just as I do I see a brick laden path about 5 feet across, surrounded in dense foliage.
I take a right and follow the path for a few miles, tons of smaller paths seem to converge to this large path, like a network. Not sure why he didn't just put me on a path rather than the middle of the goddamn forest. Ninja bullshit is probably the answer.
Eventually people started to be seen on the path, merchants travelers as well as the many ninjas travelling along the side of the path. I could feel their energies flowing past fast as a speeding car yet silent as could be.
I continue walking on the path towards the village.
In my head I start to plan, how do i convince Ninja guards to let a small child with large chakra reserves into their village? I can seek asylum? Is that thing in this universe?
I still have my burnt ID from the tea shop, they might still be wary, not wanting to take in another mouth to feed.
My genetic predisposition to large chakra pool is a good asset for joining their military force.
Maybe I can subtly imply I am an uzumaki, what did naruto inherit from his mother? Besides his name he got her temper, her love of ramen and her verbal tick.
Not to mention the specialized uzumaki sealing chakra. Although the bloodline is only carried maternally.
I push forward towards the gates as i make my decision, adding myself to the line where the paperwork ninja check your papers.
Reminds me of customs, although without the technology and internet.
I start to sweat as ai get to the front of the line, I have never done good under pressure.
Eventually it is my turn, I pull out my ashy ID.
"Name and Identification." The paperwork ninja clearly bored of this repetitive cycle quirks an eyebrow at me, like im an oddity. His hair like a pineapple, skin a healthy olive shade and eyes that scream " I am getting paid minimum wage in a corporate job."
I pull out my ID an place it on the tray. "Enkai"
"Reason for visit?" He speaks in a uninterested tone while jotting down my name, copying the kanji from my ID no doubt.
" I want to be a shinobi dattebane!" I internally cringe at the butchered use of the uzumaki tik.
The paperwork ninja, whom I have officially dubbed 'paperwork-san' , quirks his eyebrow and i feel a pulse of chakra sent out that brushes against mine. The sensation causes me to blink, the feeling like a spiritual sneeze.
The man drawls on " troublesome, do your parents know about you coming here."
Despite knowing this is a standard background question I can't help but feel the judgmental tone in his voice.
" No sir, Kaa-san is dead and I never had a tou-san."
A sinking feeling hits my heart. I always knew she wasn't going to survive much longer but accepting her death as a fact still hurts.
The pain must have shown on my face because the man lets out a sigh.
" Any relatives living?" he asks and I let my eyes crease into a grimace.
"So to the orphanage I am guessing?" I accept that question
"Yes sir,"
The man doesn't say anymore but instead calls over a nearby preteen, from what I assume is a genin team of the village.
" Take Enkai to the public office and get them residency then enroll them in the academy for placement testing, Once that is done drop them at the orphanage."
The genin, this one with pale eyes , likely a hyuga, takes my hand and starts to walk. I follow as fast as I can despite the height difference.
Time seems to blur by as the office makes me repeat the story of who I am and where I am from half a dozen times then given an card, this time with kohona's village residency to replace my crumbling old ID.
The placement test went about as well as it could with my poor reading and writing skills, and I was placed in the beginner class with supplemental Kanji classes and I was told to return the next day to receive scrolls on basic history and chakra theory.
After that whole ordeal and proving myself to be a stupid civilian in every way, the Hyuga boy picks me up by the waist and holds me like a football while he picks up his pace, a minute later I am dropped gently enough on the steps of what looks like a refurbished tea shop made of bricks , the sun was beginning to set and being at the base of the cliff didn't do much in terms of sunlight exposure and the entire place was giving me a sense of deja vu minus the snow and ice.
Really the qualms of being an orphan.
A/N : Hey its been a while, got caught up with life. Figured id update this since i got over my lack of insp. You can expect more maybe.