Age 1
Her daily life started at the break of dawn. Yoshima, a matron, would arrive in a room filled with cribs, but she always picked her first. She was by far the easiest baby, and obviously the prettiest, said no one.
Being fed first had many benefits, the bottle was still the perfect temperature, full of formula and most importantly, packed full of mostly everything she needed to grow the fuck up. It was far beneath her to throw up, fuss, and other things a baby would do, so she was much more docile compared to other babies. Once she was done with her breakfast in a bottle, she would wiggle her fingers before tickling Tamako's chest.
Tamako resorted to unimaginable methods to become the favorite of the matron, which meant she was the first to drink milk, meaning warm milk. She would be the one getting snacks, meaning more strength. The first to be cleaned, the first to put to sleep, the first of everything.
When the matrons' hands got close to her face, instead of munching on them, she grabbed them with her tiny pudgy hands and gave them her gummy smile. When they went to tickle her, she'd laughed and giggled, making sure she wouldn't go overboard and vomit like how many others have done.
After the small tickling session, she would gently place her down back into the crib and proceed to the other younglings. After everyone was fed, she would take all the children out and let everyone interact with each other, and if Tamako was going to be completely honest, she didn't really want to 'get to know' the other kids, I mean, who wants to hang out with a drooling, slobbering baby?
Besides, she'd have lived through the terrors already.
Rolling around trying to find a corner, bumping a few occasionally, before settling down and sitting up, with some difficulty, she proceeded to stare at her own pudgy fingers before flexing them, continuing that motion on both of her hands, completely fascinated and entranced with her own softness.
She was right handed in her last life, and does genetics affect which dominant hand becomes apparent? Or will her past experience dictate her future dominant hand, if it wasn't already.
She spotted two sticks in the corner of her vision and an idea popped out. Well, what if I trained both hands equally? She thought curiously, prodding over the thought. Tamako picked up the sticks left on the ground and began to balance the two on both hands.
Then a window popped, interrupting her workout session.
[You earned +.5 DEX for your efforts!]
DING!
[A skill has been created to perform various actions with both hands naturally.]
Ambidextrous (Passive) Level: 1 EXP: 0.00%
-You are able to wield items and perform various actions with both hands naturally to some degree
Was it truly this easy to create skills just out of curiosity? It was definitely the [Gamer's Body] that was probably affecting her rate of skill induction. Not only would this skill give Tamako the edge against enemies, she would be able to fight with 100% of her capabilities even if one arm is out of the game. She resorted to these two sticks as her time-consuming activity, spending much of her free-time devoted to these two sticks until the Matrons had accepted that Tamako found the sticks far more interesting than her fellow peers.
Then a boy, just a few months older than her, began to walk. It hit her, figuratively and literally when he face planted into her. In order to do anything, she'd need to walk. If she learned earlier? Even better.
A hidden prodigy garnered more attention than a known one, and if she were to receive that title with results that went back to where she wasn't even a full year old yet, then wouldn't it be natural she would never receive the title of spy? Her rapid growth, intellect, her keen eye— but it'll shackle her to the village, a risk she is willing to take. The faster she climbs the Shinobi tree, the faster she would be able to live a better life of fully defending herself.
Or should she just let canon roll and become a Chunin paper-pusher?
Nevertheless, Tamako so desperately wanted to walk, so her main priority was learning how to walk, and for the first time during playtime, she dropped her wooden sticks. Rolling towards a nearby structure to lean on and began her quest of walking.
Quite literally.
[Major Quest Alert!]
She Dreamed...
Objective: Take your very first steps and walk upright without any help
Quest Reward: +20 EXP and +1 Agility
Quest Failure: None
So with any amount of determination, a quest will self-generate in accordance to her needs. Not bad to quickly get more stats.
If she doesn't have enough strength to stand upright, she'll probably just end up crawling around to build up strength. After a couple of attempts, many were met with complete face-plants into the ground. She finally stood up without falling right after Yoshima, who was in the middle of patching a pair of pants an older boy had ripped, stopped with a wide stupor expression.
It was quite embarrassing the amount of times she found herself back on the floor. Legs sore from overuse and a bruised nose but she couldn't give up. While her [Gamer's Mind] kept her calm most of the time, the bubbly anger of being subjected to lack of motor functions has left her incredibly angry.
Tears welled up at her eyes when she saw the sun at break, knowing fully well she still hasn't figured out the walking after all this time. Then they pierced through her eyes and trickled down her pudgy cheeks.
FUCK! I hate this! Let me walk! It is a god-given right to let me walk, so let me!
Sniffling, she rubbed her eyes red and slammed both her hands to the ground, pushing. Her arms were sore and so was her entire body. Carefully, she lifted her body upright, clutching a toddler's table nearby and took a step forward.
Then another.
And another.
Tears welled up in her eyes again. Not out of anger or sadness, but of joy. She let go of the table and took another step. Soon she was waddling, arms held out towards Yoshima, her favorite matron who caught her at the end.
She had done it.
After a day worth of work, she finally accomplished walking without tripping.
Quest Complete!
+20 EXP gained.
+1 AGI
She may have several bruises on her face and legs, she may have endured humiliations, but she has walked. No longer constrained to the knees of her body and no longer disabled for so many months...
She fist-bumped into the sky.
Tamako could practically feel the AGI being added to her stats, allowing her to walk at a faster pace before plopping onto the ground. Yoshima had sat on the ground floor, hugging the child, "Oh, you are growing up so fast, my lovely Tamako."
The tight hug around her small body was comforting and welcoming. It felt good to be recognized for her achievements. Is this what love is?
+ 15 Relationship with Yoshima!
With all of that thinking, walking and exerting energy faster than she could replenish it, she passed out, and ultimately, was done for the day.
The days flew by faster than she'd like to admit, spending most of her time upright and walking or playing with her sticks to level up [Ambidextrous], but before she knew it, Yoshima approached her with intentions further from merely playing with the small girl.
Yoshima had brought Tamako up to her lap and began teaching the smaller girl how to talk in simple sentences using children's books, however, since she was already pre-hardwired with other languages such as English, some of her mother languages and forced learned Spanish, it proved to be much harder than she reckoned.
"Ima, tameshite mimashou "Ogenki desu ka?", Tamako-chan."
"O-oh gen key deh-su kah." The violet haired girl stuttered, forcing her mouth to form weird shapes to sound out the words. God, turning off subtitles, while smart in order to force her to learn the language instead of insta-translating would help her in the long run but—
Tears welled down her face. I just don't know what she's saying to me! What am I saying back!?
"Wahh, aren't you just the cutest!?" Yoshima gave her a tight hug and smothered the girl's head in kisses, Tamako responding with giggle before clapped her hands, even though she had no idea what she said except "Kawaii" but with a little thinking, she figured the message.
[It's been a year since you were born into this world! Congrats! I believe you earn yourself a prize]
+25 HP and +25 CP
+1 to all stats!
Character Status
Name: Tamako
Class: The Gamer
Age: 1 Year Old
Title: Momma's Little Gem
Status: Happy. Normal
Level: 1
HP: 75 - HP Regen: 0.04 per 5 seconds
CP: 145 - CP Regen: 0.06 per 5 seconds
Strength: 5
Vitality: 5
Wisdom: 4
Intelligence: 4
Dexterity: 3.5
Agility: 5
Luck: 3
Fame/Infamy: 0/0
Money: 0 Ryo
Unspent Points: 0
Why haven't I leveled up? I was already Level 1 when I was born, so wouldn't I be Level 2 even though I turned one? Maybe my level stays fixed until a certain point. But when?
She glanced at her one-year avatar appearance on the character screen, periwinkle colored hair was slightly past Tamako's ears, far from her shoulders blades which were styled into a short bob haircut that covered parts of her right eye. Obsidian eyes that reflected nothing. Her hair was a shade darker than her mother, if she recalled correctly, and other than that, Tamako was a near splitting image of her.
[Major Quest Alert!]
Long Duration Quest
A Reunion with Momma
Objective: Find Momma
Quest Rewards: A short reunion and +8,000 EXP
Quest Failure: Guren Dies
The system is literally pushing her to go to the Academy— the Shinobi route, and if Tamako plays her cards right, she'll be able to climb the shinobi tree cleanly.
As long as Danzo doesn't discover her existence before some hotshot in Suna, Tamako is 50% sure she won't get abducted. If Orochimaru wants her ass, he would claim her soon after murdering the Fourth Kazekage, assuming she was born before. If she were to be younger, she might've be defenseless, If she was born earlier, she might have a chance.
Orochimaru does have Guren, Tamako's mother, but younger, fresher, blood beats out the old, and once that happens, its game over.
She refuses to remain weak, I'll become Mary Sue if that ensures my survival rates, I'll be Jack of all Trades if that certifies my continued status of living, I refuse to become cannon fodder.
As long as the timeline stays somewhat salvageable, I'll do great.
I think.
Shit, I just wanna be a paper-pusher!