Confusion was something that can never really be described but it was definitely a feeling I've grown accustomed to in the last 5 minutes that I have been conscious.
For all intents and purposes I should be dead, but here I was breathing; harder now that I was manually doing it.
The air here was different - better a lot pleasant.
I was more used to polluted air but this was a nice change especially considering I suffered with lung cancer, something that eventually led to my death.
Even with all the modern medical advancements nothing could stop me from my subsequent death.
Reality, However sunk in fast, stopping me from relinquishing the new found pair of lungs and questions littered my mind begging for answers. I wasn't someone to panic considering I died at 86, a long life that served me well, leaving me with no regrets and a multitude of experience. It was fair to say I was not scared of death, very Blasphemous of me.
My body definitely did not feel like the body of a 90 year old bedridden man but instead, full of life, I definitely wanted to savour it.
My hands were a lot smaller as-well, gone were the wrinkles that patterned my body, replaced by smooth, almost baby-like skin
After raking my brain for what felt like hours moving up and down my bedroom I've finally come to the conclusion that I've been reborn, no a better word would be reincarnated, and by the looks of things to the past, or maybe to a completely different world. Common sense was not something that I should be using; reincarnation was already beyond that.
I couldn't stop myself any longer and expectance
finally took full control. So much for that 86 years of experience.
What I was greeted with however was another wall blocking the potential view I would've had.
Exciting.
With no other viable option that would lead to answers i mustered the courage and reached forward to open the brown stained door. It was human nature to be scared of the unknown, guess I really am fearful of death.
That touch however awakened a series of memories deeply engraved in this bodies very existences. Touching the door handle awakened it somehow, something I didn't need to dwell on; the situation I was in now made me stop thinking rationally.
It didn't hit me so hard that I learnt that I was in a world dictated by spiritual power known as chakra that allowed for supernatural feats.
I was in the world of Naruto. An anime I watched briefly as a pre -teen nearly a centennial ago, mostly to fit in with the crowd - anime really wasn't my thing though , I preferred watching other more real life stuff.
The storyline of Naruto was quite self explanatory. Naruto was the main character, his dad shoved a fox into him and he had tons of plot armour, that was really the whole gist of things.
Not really a world I would have chosen to re live in but I guess it isn't too bad. it could have been a lot worse, it could have been Pokemon; imagine walking outside and getting hit by a pigeon who could do tornados.
Not really my idea of fun.
But this world brought with itself it's own troubles.
First of all I barely remembered the plot and I can only vaguely remember the main characters, my biggest advantage would have been future knowledge but thats off the table now.
The second issue is that this was a world dictated by the strong. If you weren't strong you would potentially lose your life, I wasn't too fond of dying again.
Being reincarnated into this world was a death sentence, I must have really picked the short straw.
Pokemon looked really appealing now.
ignoring the rest of the memories that were newly embedded i looked to find a mirror as an idea popped into my head.
Maybe I had one of those Red eye power thingy that could do basically everything.
What I saw in the mirror was mind blowing, to my dismay I didn't have the Sharingan but the mind blowing thing was that I was a literal child.
No way I was older then 5 years of age, I had the sudden urge to pinch my own cheeks.
One thing I did however have which was quite unique was my blue hair. Saying I wasn't really fond of it would be an understatement. It didn't have a dyed look to it that my granddaughter had when she was going through her monster energy drinking stage; instead it looked more natural, like I was born with it.
Having a 5 year olds memory was quite useless and didn't serve me much help.
What I did learn was my name, Kessho.
It meant Crystal in Japanese. A very weird name that held no real meaning to me, I would have stuck to my old name if I could remember it but Kessho it is.
I really wish I had gotten a heads up that I would be transported to the Naruto world. I would have at least prepared a lot better.
Then again I wouldn't have believed this would be possible anyway.
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A bit of a boring chapter - but I wanted to introduce Kessho. As you can see he doesn't have much knowledge about the Narutoverse….
I believe it would be fun and an interesting read if the readers and audience know what is going on but not the protagonist.
Of course updates will be as regular as I can make them but no promises.
Next chapter will be a lot more interesting but I don't plan on revealing his Bloodline Limit anytime soon.
I hope to stockpile more chapters and edit this when I get the time.
Thanks for reading please stick around and comment on anything that needs changing.