"Quick! To the Hospital! He's going to die in a few minutes if you don't rush!"

Two teenaged boys were rushing to the hospital, their Blue Bandana's flowing in the wind. They were carrying a young boy, not more than 3.

"I know! You were the one that dropped him you fucking idiot! Now quite down" The older looking of the two shouted at the other boy.

He looked visibly annoyed, this was meant to be a boring D-rank, something that you would not normally associate with a 'emergency'. But his younger brother, and teammate, had to act like a fucking idiot and drop a fucking child. He knew he shouldn't have given his word for his brother's promotion, but his dad forced it.

Know, somehow, they managed to do the impossible. Needing a fucking medic ninja for a fucking D-rank. 'Congrats Toshi! What a fucking achievement!' He thought to himself, as he began to speed up. A light blue hue enveloped his leg, as he doubled his speed.

"You actually did it. You managed to fuck up the easiest D-rank in the most royally stupid way possible"

"Not my fault, my brother decided that tossing 4-year-olds around was the safest way to babysit. Should have never given my word for his promotion"

The med-nin sighed. He put on his mask and glasses, and dusted off his white doctor's robe. He had no clue how did throwing a baby cause 20 fractures, 3 dislocated joints, Internal bleeding AND clotting, which was rushing towards the brain. Add all of this with Chakra Lines getting cut off. This kid had to be the unluckiest one in the world. Well, At least he knew how to-

"Boss, There are no clean Scalpels, it'll take an hour to get them"

"WHAT THE FUCK", two voices, one visibly older than the other, shouted at the top of their voice.

The med nin tsked his tongue. This was serious. No scalpels meant that he couldn't remove the clot accurately, nor would he be able to take out the fractured bones. He had to improvise.

He took out his Kunai, and prepared to cut the skin and muscle of the child's shoulder, but he noticed something was off.

"He has no pulse. I can't feel it. It was weak before, but nonexistent now. He's dead, and CPR is just going to complicate his already broken collarbone." He said, in a monotone voice. The doctor in him took over, he felt no sadness, only disappointment on himself.

"That stupid fucker actually killed someone. In a fucking D rank. Lemme skin that cunt." The ninja said. He fixed his flak jacket, and stared at his younger brother outside the window, who was shivering.

"Leave it. Your family name is more important than the orphan. As sad as it is, you can't do anything about it now. Your family will probably twist it as him being sharp and thinking the orphan was a enemy ninja or some bullshit" The med nin said. He sat down on the operating chair, his back slouched down.

"Sisters, take out the body, throw it somewhere that no one would find it".

A bunch of young female ninja, terrified of the now dead child, did as ordered. They realized the reality of medicine. It wasn't the glamourous and heroic job in the bloody world they thought it would be.

"Fuck this shit. Why the fuck did I even allow that cuck of an idiot to become a ninja. Now my mission record will be tainted, and I wont be able to get my promotion to jonin easily", Toshi, the ninja with the flak jacket said.

"Well, thank you doctor, all I hope is that dad pulls some random strings to hide this or turn this around, if there's one thing that son of a bitch is good at, is playing dirty politics", He said, as he turned towards the door. A flash of meta with a spiral and a triangle inscribed on it.

"You're a grandson of a bitch then?"

"Fuck you"

A gentle breeze blew over his face. The wind ruffling his hair, caressing his cheeks. His black hoodie and jeans keeping him warm in this cold winter night. 'Though, I really don't need warming anymore, do I?' he thought to himself.

He removed his hoodie, and revealed to the world his white shirt. Standing on top of the bridge, he could see the entire city.

The lights from the commercial district were bright, flashy and neon. The residential areas were more spread out, but less intense. And finally, the mountains, with the billionaires living their best lives in the most luxurious homes with the best views. Bet they weren't even living in it cuz the place was "too crowded"

"This sight, such a beautiful sight. This city doesn't deserve to look this good. I guess this city is a metaphor to both my life, and modern civilization as a whole huh."

He jumped, The wind now slapping his face instead of caressing it. In the face of certain death, his face smiled for the first time in this decade, his life was finally lively in the reflection of his death.

"…Heart beat erratic…. Brea… Abno…Ch..…. mal"

He opened his eyes, and saw 20 different people surrounding him. His vision wasn't clear, but he could see they were all wearing white. A shiny metallic object could be seen on their heads. Feeling drowsy, he went back to sleep.

"Huff… Huff…Huff.."

He woke up suddenly, his breathing fast and erratic. He frantically looked around, trying to gauge where he was. No one, absolute silence. All he saw was A few flickering lights, A transparent bottle with something paste-like inside, and some random signs. Chinese? Japanese? Korean even? He did not know.

Then it hit him

'Fuck Fuck Fuck WhyAmIalive what the fuck is going on.'

His mind went into a frenzy, and he shrieked with the most force he could muster, but all that came out was a small voice, that of a child.

This took his attention away. Why was his voice now one of his child? And why was he in East Asia of all fucking places? Sure, being in a hospital made sense, considering what happened, but no electronics? Heck, no IV drip? Just a single ancient medicinal paste?

He looked around again, and saw a child, about 4. The child placed his hands on his brown hair as he did with his own. The child's blue eyes staring back at his own, his ears a bit on the pointy side.

'Am I…. Am I a child?'

Now he was truly stumped. He never was a believer in superstition, and was very anti-theistic. He was fine with being with people who were religious, but he himself did not think there was some sort of benevolent superpower that controlled everything. If that was the case, he wanted to meet said superpower in person, and shove a baseball bat down his throat, take it out, and smash said "superpower" for a home run.

But now, he was bamboozled. His body is one of a 4 year old. He appears to be in what can only be described as a weird mix of a modern hospital and ancient Japanese home, There isn't a single piece of evidence that there is electricity, except the lights, but even the lights were flickering and weird, as there was no switch nearby.

His heard turned towards the door as it opened, and he saw a old man walk through.

"Ahh good, we never knew when you would wake up, if you would at all. How are you, child?"

His soothing voice calmed the boy down. He forgot all of his issues, his mental demons from the city, from growing up.

Wait a second, how did he understand that? Wasn't that Japanese? Could he….?

He took a deep breath, and spoke "I'm fine good sir, I just don't remember anything".

He was shocked. How was he able to speak Japanese? He never learnt it, never wanted to learn it after knowing how fucked up the beautiful system of writing was, yet here he was, casually talking like a local.

The old man smiled. He knew, this boy must have seen and faced something terrible. When the Konoha Anbu spotted the child, he was basically dead. He should have died. He DID die, but somehow, through perhaps sheer will, this child came back to the world of the living.

This child was not like most children. He has seen the Darkside of the world. Yet, he was innocent too. Deep inside, he still is a child, no matter how big a wound to his innocence whatever happened to him caused. It would heal over time.

"Good, good child. You are a really strong boy you know? We couldn't have saved you if you didn't will yourself to come back to life. Keep that with you. You will grow strong, if not by might, by heart and will."

"Thank you sir" he replied, puzzled. Didn't he just…want to end his life? Why is he commending his effort in staying alive?

Or perhaps, this child, was a different person from himself, that faced something horrible and died, and due to some superpower (Where's the baseball bat?), he exchanged the child's mind with his? Or something else happened?

He wasn't really sure. But he knew two things. This was not his world, or his Earth, and that the child whose body he inhibited died.

He decided to be open with the old man. He seemed understanding and caring, and no one would ever find out if he told him.

"Sir…. Why do we live? What is the point of staying alive?" He asked, Tears in his eyes as he remembers his Trauma from his past self.

The old man smiled again. He knew it, this child was innocent. He is looking for a reason to live.

"A Climber climbs a mountain because it exists. A tiger hunts a deer because the deer exists. The deer grazes the grasslands because the grass exists. A ninja kills the enemy because they exist. So why should you, as a human, not live a life, as it exists?"

The boy smiled. He heard something similar before, and to be fair, it was right. But it was not easy, it was not comfortable. It was hard, ridiculously hard to live. That is why he wanted to end his life, but somehow, when he wanted to live the least, living became the easiest.

"Living is not easy. People take it for granted to live. You need to wake up, you need to brush your teeth, take a bath, work out to make sure you don't develop health issues, go to work, whatever that work may be, Socialize and talk to a bunch of people, spend some time for yourself by reading a book, or drawing, Eating plenty of food to sustain yourself, and then go to sleep, all within 24 hours. But people do it anyway. They do it, because that is what they are. Being alive makes them human, not the other way around." The old man continued.

"I do not know what happened to you, what sort of a devil you faced that hated you so much that they wanted to kill you in the most painful way possible. But what I can say is this. Everyone, from the richest noble, to the Poorest bloodline child from Kirigakure, suffers in life. The degree of suffering differs from person to person, but everyone suffers differently.

To a noble, suffering could be going to a huge loss, or perhaps one of his businesses went bankrupt. To people like you, suffering is the pain you felt when whatever happened to you, happened. It doesn't mean you suffered more than the noble, or vice versa. You are in a worse of state, but each person suffers differently, not a different amount. So please, whenever you become fit, strong and healthy, do not cause suffering to those that don't deserve it. If you ever decide to become a ninja, become one to prevent other children from facing what you faced, do not become the demon that causes pain"

The boy stared at the man. No one spoke to him this closely. This new feeling of warmth, wrapping around his body, he never felt this before. Was this how it felt to have a acquaintance? A friend? A family? A father?

This warmth spread across his body, and he finally understood, the struggles of his previous life, the torture he had to endure, he could leave it free. His enemies wont find him, Neither will his family. This was a new life, a new beginning. His heart, filled with determination, for the first time, beat regularly. He promised would live, he would thrive.

'Wait, Ninja? Kirigakure? Bloodline? Am I in fucking Naruto?'

Lesson learnt, Don't make promises BEFORE knowing the entire information. Half joking, of course. He just had to plan better. He smiled towards the old man, and asked

"How do I become strong sir?"

"By training, by dedicating your life to protecting the weak, to eradicating evil, to preserve the innocence of the next generation, the very same one you lost. And most fundamentally, by using the thing covering your entire body right now, Chakra."

He looked at his hands, and a faint blue aura emitted from him. Perhaps this was the faint warmth he felt, perhaps it was the old man, or more likely, it was both.

"Your lucky kid, most people don't awaken their chakra, ever. And those that do, usually take It for granted. I know you wont, your past will make sure you will not slack off. But remember, make bonds, make friends with the people you trust, and if you have no one, you can always come back to this hospital, this old man has a good 10 – 15 years left. Goodbye boy, I have to go look at other patients now kid. You'll be free in a day." The old man said, getting up and smiling at the boy

"Wait, What is my name? And what's yours?" The boy asked the old man

The old man replied "Your name is Ketsui Jinsei. As for my name, I think you will know it in a few weeks, if not days."