It's been almost half a year since i've been reborn in this world, and let me tell you these past 1 month've been hell. Imagine putting a fully grown man in the meat bag of a baby incapable of normal human functions besides pooping, peeing, and sleeping.
Throughout these past 1 month, i have noticed some supernatural aspects of my new life. It started when i first opened my eyes on day 6, (don't know why but there's this 4 year ominous countdown in my head since i've regained consciousness), There is this warm feeling in my navel, the same feeling as drinking a hot beverage on a cold winter night, and this foreign yet familiar feeling stood out compared to 23 ordinary years of my past life made identifying the psuedo energy inside my stomach even easier, and it grows day by day.
Then comes the mentions of many familiar keywords like "chakra", "ninjutsu", and
"shinobi", and the presences of the same warm, and fuzzy feeling appearing on many people around me including my presumed mother, and father. Those very facts set off many alarm bells in my head, and considering the cliche of being reborn as a baby, accompanied with my rustic and ancient japanese style furnitures and tatamis mats have lead me to the only conclusion viable. I've been Reborn in Naruto!!!!!
1 months later
Greetings to the voices in my head, it's been about a month or 29 days according to the timer in my head since we've last spoken. These last month have been both fruitful, and terrifying in helping me determine the new world of my rebirth.
I've been picking up japanese, or at least what i've assumed to be japanese. Goddamn ROB or whoever put me here for not installing a language or info package, nevertheless i digress. I do not know if it's the presence of chakra or the developing brain of a baby but i've been able to pick up and understand the majority of the conversations between the adults in my life. That accompanied with the blasting of many symbols of a circle with 3 wavy line within running diagonally connected by 3 straight line. Lead me to believed that i'm a Nara
My mother, Yasuka, is a woman with inky raven hair im her mid twenty with mud colored iris, and who i have assumed to be a Nara. She's also the closest, and the one who i've interacted with the most. It's been odd at first, having a mother. But to face with the same care and loving i've craved so much yet given freely in this life, could break even the most stoic of men. She rarely left my side these past 2 months. Constantly taking care of baby-me, from changing my diaper to breastfeeding me, and fussing over the smallest of details. She also regaled me with stories of her shinobi days, from going to academy to protecting the innocent and eventually ending up working as a medic nin in the hospitals. Of course all those stories were told through a rose tinted lense and toned down to be pg even though i'm sure she think i can't really understand her.
My father on the other hand, is a bonna-fide shinobi with hair the shade of crimson with violet iris, and the face any male idol would kill for. He's what modern society would considered an ikemen. All traits of which i hope with all that is held good and sacred in my heart, i will inherit. His name is Hashira, and he's a Jonin of the leaf from what i've picked up from conversations between my parents. Apparently, he's one of the children descended from the Uzumaki that served as the attendants for Mito Uzumaki, the wife of Hashirama Senju, and chose to remained and settled in the leaf. Or at least that what he has told me when he thought i didn't understand what was said, and his desire for me to see the famous Uzushiogakure when i'm grown.
Slowly, these two people have wormed their way into my heart, and i have resolved my self to do my utmost to protect my new family.
2 months later
I have been able to walk!!!!! A baby of 4 months old walking, chakra is a miraculous thing, that is when it's not being used by the murder wizards, to, you guess it, murder each other. Father was overjoyed and hailed me as a never seen before prodigy, with mother clapping along with warmth in her face tho with a hint of something i know not until 4 year old. Blissful moments like this have been why i started to slowly accept this new life of mine. Talking on the other hand has been difficulty beside the usual baby's babble and the occasional mama and dada.
In this past two months, i have been allowed access to books, rudimentary ones for babies development such as spelling and coloring books, books that i have taken to with a fervor in order to learn a new language. Now it's only a matter of time before my vocal cord develop enough to converse with my parents and any willing adults. Months of not talking tend to make you crave conversations as much as a starving man crave food.
On the chakra front, My sensing range is still limited to about 4ft in a radius around me, and i have barely been able to move chakra anywhere around my body, before blacking out. Thus i have wisely stopped my training of chakra before i accidentally blow up a limb or two, at least without proper instruction. Feeling the fatigue once again setting in due to trying to sense the chakra around me, i slowly drifted off to my slumber.