Prep 1.1
[Konoha]
[February 10, 4 bNb (before Naruto's birth)]
I woke up.
Not to the sound of an alarm or the dim glow of the lights usually affixed to my walls, but to the distinctly texturized wooden paneling and beams that made up the roof above my head. I then sit up, my mind partially groggy as though a layer of fog has covered my thoughts. 'Where am I?', I think, only to be interrupted by the sound of wood scraping on wood.
A strong, yet soothing male voice calls out, "Ah, Ichiro, you're up."
I reflexively crane my neck to get a look at the individual present within the room. Within that very second, I am put on edge, my mind immediately being filled with a million thoughts. Who is Ichiro, my name is…my name is… Huh, what exactly is my name? Who is this man? Where am I? Was that Japanese? Why can I understand it?
As my mind races with these thoughts. He seems to notice my state of alarm and inches closer as I subtly lean away. "Are you okay? You had a pretty big fall." I remain silent, as if inclining him to continue. He obliges and states, "It must be the concussion, you did hit your head directly after all."
He goes on to explain that I was playing with my cousin, Iruka, when I took a massive fall and hit my head, thus rendering me unconscious. I have only ever heard that name once before, in a world that most certainly did not exist. My favorite escape from reality and the piece of fiction that I knew the most about, the anime, Naruto. I couldn't be in that world though, there was simply no way.
Therefore, my first response was "Where am I, who are you, and who is Iruka?" The man goes on to explain that he was my father, Aoto Shishigami and that I was his son, Ichiro Shishigami. It was then established by him that I most likely had amnesia and retained no prior knowledge of my life before waking up.
However, I did possess knowledge of a previous life, with the exception of personal details such as my family, my friends or any pets that I might have had. Very confusing to say the least as, I have no clue whether to mourn what I have lost, without knowing what exactly I did lose or to just go on and make the most of the new opportunity I have been given.
Still though, that Iruka name does have me thinking, just what if…. My thoughts are again interrupted by the man saying "Your mother will not like this. Especially immediately after the stresses of a mission."
At the mention of that word, my ears perk up. "Mission?" was my response, still not entirely sure what was going on. His response, however, shakes me to my core "Yes, my son, both your mother and I are proud shinobi of the Hidden Leaf Village."
WHAT THE FU-
"What are shinobi?", I ask, trying to hide my thoughts as best as possible. My father then goes on to explain the concept of shinobi, their ranks, the hokage and the five great nations as well as their hidden villages.
While I have always dreamed of the Naruto world and what I would do if I were in that world. I always dreamed of it from the perspective of somebody; a named character, someone of worth. Never would I have thought that I would be transmigrated as a nobody. There was no mention of a Shishigami clan in universe and while it seems that I have a relation to Iruka, he wasn't exactly a beacon of shinobi ability.
[February 17, 4 bNb]
The past week had been eventful. I was able to fully recover from my injury just as my mother, Nanashi had returned from her mission. I had gotten the chance to meet her, and I also finally saw what I looked like. With dark hair, dark skin and bright blue eyes, I looked like a resident of the Land of lightning. Apparently, my mother's parents were spice traders from the northeast who settled in Konoha due to its robust economy.
My father, on the other hand, had strong lineage within the village, as his ancestors came here within the early days of the village's founding. Both of his parents were shinobi who achieved the rank of chunin, much like himself although neither of them survived the harsh life of a shinobi. However, my mother was still a genin despite being 22 years old.
Additionally, I was able to glean a lot of information on just where in the timeline I was. Iruka was 5 years old, while I was 4. Thus, with my birthday being the third of February and his being sometime in May, I could assume that I was right around 4 years before the Nine tails attack and subsequently, Naruto's birth. That puts me within Shisui's age group, although I doubt that I will ever meet the Uchiha boy.
I have 4 years and 8 months to survive that attack along with my family. Wait, Iruka's parents died fighting the Nine tails and he was orphaned. Does that mean my parents also died during the battle, what about me? I might be screwed. I rush to ask my parents for shinobi training despite my young age. They both agree, stating that with the ongoing war, there's no telling what might happen.
I am visibly excited about this. While I may not have personal memories from my past life, I do know what I was like, a workaholic who tried his best to achieve his goals. Right now, my goal in this world is to survive, to be the strongest so that I may not have my freedom, or my life wrestled away from me by the various enemies that plague the world. So, watch out Akatsuki, Orochimaru and Danzo, because I will climb to the top.
I WILL BECOME THE NEXT GOD OF SHINOBI!
