Blossom

All throughout academy, and all throughout being my childhood really, I was a peculiar child. I worked harder than anyone else, didn't talk to most, kept to myself. I wasn't one of the 'nuffin personel kid' people, I just didn't have anything to say to a bunch of actual children, even if physically I was one myself.

I had died once, but I won't bore you with the details. Who knows? Maybe you can guess. Was I a viscous military commander who was taken out by a missile strike? Was I some homeless guy who got killed by a rusty syringe?

The only thing that really matters from that time is a book I read once. An anime, a manga, called Naruto.

Because I was in it. In Konoha.

It would be almost easy though If I was him, or if I was his best bud growing up, or if I was born after his entire hypothetical wrestle with god and brother both. But it isn't, because I was born before all of that. During the second shinobi war, in fact.

Oh, and I had the Gamer(TM). The trademark is a joke, but as to forgo that stupid fucking name I will call it the system and move on. It was a peculiar little thing though, working as if a system from those RPGs I used to play, except it had things like a hunger metre, data pages for techniques, stuff like that. It was clearly a system made for the world I was placed into. I wonder if it was made for me.

Strength, agility, perception, intelligence, chakra, luck.

Those were the stats. Curiously, vitality was lacking, which made an amount of sense. Ninja, from what I have learned so far from my stint in the academy strengthen their body through chakra. If you can disrupt the shield though, it becomes useless. This is why basic fucking gardening tools can jut into a random prick's jugular and spill blood everywhere instead of just bouncing off. Vitality would make it so, from my understanding, fatal blows aren't fatal blows. Maybe in bleach you could get your heart split in two and keep walking, but not here.

Every so many stat points you are awarded a perk choice. Not all perks are created equally! Choose wisely.

Strength: 4

Agility: 4

Perception: 7

Intelligence: 20

Chakra: 3

Luck: 7

I could improve each stat by myself, or use the points I get upon a level up. Experience points are so few and far between though, I question why I would even grind for them? Quests didn't exist yet as far as I could tell, so I would have to wait until the game gave me one.

So I worked out for much of my time in the academy. There weren't any familiar faces in my class, Minato and Kushina being in the classes 2 years above. I was somewhat annoyed by that, jiraiya and his team being locked off for me forever, but I could still dream of something coming to happen.

I worked though, until my bones creaked and I wanted to collapse. Mainly because:

No pain no gain!

Working out until your body cannot move gives you increased regeneration when resting in a bed.

Essentially, if I work out as hard as I can, I get a full recovery when I wake up. Insane, yes, but very powerful. I needed to keep it in check though. I was still young, and though people here generally are more durable than in my world, being able to stunt yourself still applies. I limited myself to lung crushing runs and the much-needed calisthenics routine.

I earned this perk from levelling up to strength 10. Before long I was 12, and.

Strength: 19-20

And nothing. No perk like last time, and it had taken me so long to get there. Annoying.

It was comforting to know how high 20 was though. I had unlocked observation with 10 perception, letting me check the stats of all other people, and most of the chunin around me only had around 20 strength too. I trained my reflexes by watching high class ninja rush across rooftops, sneaking around training fields and asking if I could sit down and watch them fight. This let me get some information on how they fought. These were usually only jonin giving their genin students basic lessons, and chunin helping one another get back into shape after taking hits from the war, but I didn't care. Every second watched was an addicting syrup I loved to taste.

Perception: 29-30

New Perk choice!

Choose wisely:

Predictive prowess

Analytical adept

Unlike the strength perk this one didn't give me any context on what each perk did. It was a perception check then, which one would be stronger from the name alone? If I had to infer, PP was probably some kind of sharingan equivalent, and though that sounded cool, Perception was so much more than that. It is the ability to see the woven folds of fabric in a ninja's attire and realise they keep it loose to hide weapons, it is the ability to see that a person's muscles in their body tense a certain way when they do a certain stance, and how to improve it. It is the ability to move your body, and realise it is water.

I couldn't guess what Analytical adept was meant to be, but I assumed it would let me understand what other people do better. I chose it.

Analytical adept:

Allows the user to figure out what actions, requirements and purpose a move has by looking at it. Doing this will allow that same user to copy those actions, but with their own analysis.

So like another faux sharingan ability, but different. This wasn't just copying, this was being able to understand what that person was doing and why. Instead of being like an Uchiha and copying a person's moves action for action, I can learn it myself but at a much faster speed. In a way, it was better than the sharingan, it just needed more work.

I ended up using the ability when watching taijutsu drills, academy and otherwise. It was almost relaxing, watching the fists move so slowly, so deftly, but I needed more. More speed, more power, more dexterity. So I trained with them, used moves that worked and discarded moves that didn't, and I created a kind of improvised fighting style, more unique, and better specified for myself than the academy's. It revolved around quick dodges and precise counter attacks, strong jabs to the liver and sternum on a taller opponent, high kicks and sidesteps for one my size. My perception would let me see them from far away, and my strength would make their punishment known.

The perk I acquired for 10 points was Radial vision. I didn't get to choose this one, but I don't think there could have been a stronger option. I could see everything in movement, the size of that object, where it was going, the way it would cut through the wind. A kunai shooting at me from the side would only be instinct to avoid, and trivial at that.

Agility: 24-25

Agility went much the same way as strength did. I put in the work and effort to make myself better, and it paid off, better because my body can't get stunted by stretching.

Intelligence: 20-35

Intelligence was a weird stat. Perception was about how you analyse and identify, but Intelligence is how you plan and figure things out. My regiment, me reading, me orating, all influenced by my intellect, and improving it was as simple as thinking. It perhaps was a point of too much pride that I was significantly smarter than the around 20 Intelligence chunin that taught me, but I didn't mind, as long as I could outsmart them.

Both came with perks:

Flying body:

Your body can move around much more mid air. You can twirl around attacks as if gliding, and anything that gives you upwards momentum can have its direction changed somewhat.

Both interesting and useful.

Book worm:

Any book you read is recorded so you can read it later. Some books when fully understood can give bonuses.

Somewhat useful, though I haven't seen the later really matter at all. None of the books I have thoroughly analysed have given me any effects.

Chakra didn't seem to give me any perks, but I used it anyway. It was exhilarating really, the feeling of having this insane energy run through my body. It felt like a blue coursing lightning, every arc in my body reminding me of its power. The contrast between this life and the last is insane, the fatigue and pain of my last life contrasted with the unstoppable brightness inside of chakra carrying veins. I feel I could run forever, sprint faster than sound, punch walls and see them collapse.

Wall walking was the first lesson I imposed upon myself. It wasn't too advanced, to my dismay, as during wartime training was bumped up a level, but I still managed to master it, even managing to push off the tree using my legs like a bullet.

The next exercise was based on doing the same with my arms, smashing rocks to bits in open clearings with the force of a sledgehammer. I tried to use up all of my chakra every day just before sleeping, and I would exercise my control every day when I woke up.

I had more yin chakra, my mind better than my body, but it wasn't imbalanced, and the jutsus I learnt me showed that. The academy 3, I practised until I dreamt of using them, and it wasn't too hard to figure out how to use fire, lightning and earth from observing using Analytical Adept. I didn't know any formal jutsus, but I preferred it that way. If I trained without them, It follows the end goal of being able to seamlessly manipulate them would be achieved easier.

So with all that training:

Chakra: 3-40

And that felt good.

Luck: 7-13

The weird part being that the luck didn't scale continuously, it went up to 13 in one spurt, which tells me the numbers have to be 'lucky', whatever that means. Luck doesn't seem to directly effect anything, but might help me out in the background. It could be possible for a person with super high luck to just win every fight regardless of skill, and not even believe it. But that is conjecture, unlikely to happen.

I guess here I should tell you what kind of person I am.

I do not care for the leaf that much, though it is one of the best places to be in. It has too much hypocrisy and care for morals, of which I don't have time for. The way I see it, I was thrust into this weird fucked up world with the best tool to take it over, and absolutely no reason not to take what I want and live the best life I can.

I remember, one day at the academy a couple of clan kids came over to talk to me. The Nara was only identified by the clan symbol on his shoulder, brown hair and enthuse going against the typical interpretation (though we only saw like 3 nara, and all 3 were related, with Shikamaru's mother being a crazy motivated woman) of his clan. He had a couple of friends alongside him, probably clan based on the way they acted.

"Hey kid!" They spoke with nasally high-pitched voices. They were 12 and I was 11, though sometimes I forgot I was meant to be younger. I was taller than average, than all of them at least, and my muscles usually made me seem older. The child must have found out from someone I was a year younger, and thought that really meant anything. To the playground it might, but to me, it didn't matter at all.

"Why are you all out here by yourself? Are you too scared to join the others?"

I stayed silent. Out of boredom.

"Or is it because they think your pink hair is weird, orphan?"

Ah yes, I forgot to mention. My name is Haruno Kizashi. My parents are dead, I was given the name by the orphanage matron, based on my cherry blossom pink hair and the fact I was given to her in spring. And yes, from what I can tell, sans my reincarnation, this body will have gone on to father Sakura.

"Tell me."

I ignored him again, so he threw a fist my way. It had alright form, but the wielder had too little muscle on his body, the speed much to slow to hit. I ducked down, then to the side, and before long he was swiping at me trying over and over again to get a single hit in. I led him to the middle of the yard, where his continuous misses were making him frustrated. I looked right at one of the instructors, our eyes met, and I took the Nara's arm, flipping him over my shoulder into the floor. He ended up rolling on the floor, the wind knocked out of him, as the chunin came over and broke us up.

More than anything, I was bored. The only time I felt alive was when I was hurting people. I cared for nobody, not the Leaf, not its will of fire, not any of the ridiculous bullshit. I only cared for getting stronger, and the only way to prove that strength was to fight. And it sounds evil, and maybe I am, but I needed to kill someone.

[Incapacitated academy student – 1xp awarded]

For the XP if nothing else.

…

Every orphan student gets a small studio apartment after they move out at the age of 8. A nice living space, I could live in a barrack to be honest, but with everyone away from home it made sense to use the excess of space for an improvement in quality of life. A shame it will be ripped away soon.

I was heading back home with some shopping, salmon, onion, peppers and basil for a salmon with piperade, when a large man walked over. We were in a poor district, right next to the red lights of whoring, stealing and drugging, so it made sense to have criminals up and about.

"Hey, give me the bag and I won't hurt you."

The man was inebriated, and so probably couldn't figure out how old I was from a drunk haze glance, so his language was simple and direct. Well, that or he was just a fool who wouldn't dare to use proper words.

Honestly, there was only one thing I was going to do in that situation.

I set the bag down, then vanished from his view, bouncing of the wall with an impressive speed, jumping onto his back. I took the knife out from its hidden sheath in his back pocket, and drew it across his neck, slicing through his clavicle. Then, to make sure he stayed dead, I stabbed a few more times in the neck, ignoring his screams of pain.

I stood up, covered in blood, filth, and smiling.

[Civillian killed - 1xp]

It wasn't the XP that was the real reward after all. I knew I was strong enough to kill a civillian, a man. I had proved my power.

...

Finally, graduation had come, and everyone was excited, gleeful chatter and faces full of pride, unsuspecting bodies to be thrown into the grinder. Statistically, I estimated about 70% of this class would end up dead before even being a chunin. Only realistically 2 would become jonin, and that means there was maybe 1 person aside from me with big enough balls to actually live. Maybe there was an Uchiha here I missed. Funnily enough, Uchiha don't all have sharingan. Most that do get into life threatening situations early on die, those that don't rarely ever get in dangerous situations, since they are good enough to avoid too much death. Makes you wonder why Obito even got ostracised.

Probably something to do with his Kyubii controlling ancestor if I had a guess.

"Team 4, Haruno Kizashi, Hirohiko Rena, Kazuma Dan."

Our names were read out, just as a beautiful tall pale skinned man, long black hair falling onto a jonin vest walked into the room.

"Jonin sensei, O-orochimaru of the Sanin"

Quest: Become Orochimaru's student. Accept? [Y/N]

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A/N woohoo new story. I may not finish this one but it is pretty easy to write so whatever. I wanted to try a SI/OC gamer fic because they are insanely popular and also likely to get reviews and therefore sate my ego.

Kizashi is an interesting figure to me. Roughly Minato's age, went through the second shinobi was yet doesn't do anything in the series. A fun character to kind of possess.

I also wanted a kind of nihilistic murderer figure as a kind of satire of what a SI usually is, an insecure weirdo who needs everyone's approval or a murderous bastard who's only purpose is murder.

Orochimaru serves as a good parallel to that.

How powerful will he get? Idk, though I do like the idea of fucking with him and making him a ridiculously lucky insane person. Also having him be a POW.

Remember to review and thanks for reading. If you tell me to do something in the story in a review I might to it, idk. Cya.

Also read my other stories, they are much better than this one, but not as power fantasy centric.