SR - Chapter 2: Who am I?

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“Dialogue”

‘Thoughts’

-Author notes-

Chapter 2: Who am I?

I don’t know what I was expecting to happen after dying.

But I definitely was not expecting to open my eyes again…

“Am I alive?”

There was something wrong with my voice, and my body also felt…strange.

I looked down at myself…

“What the hell am I wearing? Some childish pajama?”

I’m going to kill whoever decided to put these on me.

Plomp!

I fell on the floor and hit my face as soon as I tried to get out of bed.

The problem became evident when I examined the state of my own body a bit further.

I had been working under the assumption that I had been taken to some strange hospital, but I could never have imagined this.

“My body has shrunk!”

I stood up in a hurry and took a better look at my arms and legs. They were tiny, compared to my usually muscular physique. They looked like they belonged to a child in their early teen years.

“I think I understand what happened now… I must have been used in some sick experiment to test a new drug with unknown effects… this new drug, probably given to me by the organization, was supposed to kill me, but instead it returned my body to my early teens.”

I considered for a moment my next step.

“Now the organization believes me to be dead, but I must be the one who hunts them down in order to acquire the antidote to recover my adult body. I will solve mysteries and make allies along the way, and the… no, wait!”

It was at that moment that I caught a glimpse of my face in a full-body mirror placed next to the bed.

“This is not me…”

So all my conclusions were wrong. Never mind my previous plan. I’ll need a new one.

I examined my new face more closely. I was a blonde boy with some very striking blue eyes. There were strange marks on my cheeks. They gave me an almost feral look.

“Not bad, I can work with this.” I decided that perhaps this was not too bad.

I walked to the nearby window and looked out at the landscape.

The apartment was small, but it had a good view of this… city? town?… what is this? I had never seen a place like this. The architecture looked modern and old at the same time, but there was definitely an Asian influence to it.

“Indonesia, maybe?” I had been there on a few occasions, and this reminded me a bit of that country.

I looked back inside the house. There must be something here that gives me more information.

As I looked around the place, I started to realize just how messy it was.

Did this child live here alone? I suppose that would somewhat explain it.

There were clothes everywhere. And I also found a lot of weapons lying around. Mostly kunai and throwing stars.

“Yes, this child definitely lived alone. My sensei would never have allowed this…”

But in the end, I found nothing. No books, diaries, notes, pictures… nothing at all.

“What did this kid do all day?”

I walked to the kitchen, feeling frustrated by my lack of progress.

I opened the fridge, and a container with some sort of yogurt fell down and hit my feet.

“Gross… wait a minute, that’s not yogurt… that’s a milk carton… ahhh!”

I shook the remains of the ultra-spoiled milk and went to the bathroom to clean myself.

Once I was done, I came back to clean the mess.

I had always been a very tidy person, and this place was starting to give me anxiety.

Turns out that every single thing in that fridge was grossly spoiled.

I pulled the trash can closer and went to pick the milk carton from the floor.

As soon as my fingers touched it, something bizarre happened.

Lots of images started to enter my brain. They flashed through my mind like a badly put-together PowerPoint presentation.

I wanted to make some sense of all this. Images of places, people I had never seen before.

“Konoha?”

Words started to make their way into my mind too.

Names and places…

“Naruto…”

That’s the name of this kid.

“Sasuke”

A classmate and rival from the academy.

Now I see a girl with pink hair.

“Sak— wow, that’s a huge forehead.”

Another classmate, I think.

Some cool-looking guy with one eye.

“Kakashi”

My sensei! I have another sensei. I don’t know how to feel about that. It was exciting but also sad to let go of my old one.

Images of recent events started to appear.

I had just become a genin after much effort.

I went to celebrate at my favorite place, Iruka Ramen. But it was unfortunately closed, so I came home super hungry and ate half of what was inside the fridge, including that milk that…

“Oh my god, he died of a massive case of indigestion!” Realization struck me like lightning.

I think I can finally understand the situation.

After my tragic death back on Earth, the Gods must have taken pity on me and placed me in the dead body of this poor fool who died from drinking too much spoiled milk.

Now, in this new world, I have another chance to realize my dream. To become the number one assassin in the world.

Or in this world, I should say, the number one ninja… the most famous and most powerful ninja in all the land.

“That’s right, I’m going to become… the Hokage!”