Chapter 2 – The Orphanage
She didn't know how long she had been lying in the crib. A week? A month?Time moved strangely in this new body.No clocks, no schedule — only the light and darkness outside the window.
From the first days, she noticed something strange.
She could understand everything.
The caretakers spoke a language she had never known in her past life — Japanese.But somehow, she understood every word.Clearly. Accurately.As if someone had uploaded a language module into her brain, like in a sci-fi movie.
It wasn't normal.But nothing about her new situation was normal.
She had died.
And now she was alive again — in a different body, in a different world.In the world of Naruto.
She remembered it all.Not just what the anime showed, but the details, the logic, the things between the lines.And she knew one thing for sure:
This world was dangerous.Far more dangerous than it looked on screen.
She lay in the crib, pretending to be an ordinary baby.Watching. Listening. Learning.
The orphanage wasn't cruel, but it wasn't warm either.Strict rules. Tired caretakers. Many other children — some crying, some silent, some already used to being alone.
She quickly saw the hierarchy.The loud ones got attention. The quiet ones were ignored.Fights broke out over toys and blankets.Some children were already hardened by life.
But she… she was different.
Inside this small body lived a mind forged in war.A soldier's instinct.She didn't cry. She didn't beg.She watched. Memorized. Adapted.
The caretakers found her strange — too calm, too quiet.They whispered that she almost never cried.Some thought she was sick. Others — just lucky.
But no one truly understood what was going on inside her.
In her past life, she didn't have time for hobbies.Missions. Briefings. Combat.
But sometimes, during quiet nights, she had one escape — anime.
And Naruto was her favorite.Not because of the flashy fights or powers,But because it showed people who suffered, endured, and kept going forward.
She remembered once thinking:"If I were in that world… I wouldn't survive."
Now, she had no choice.
But she wasn't afraid.
She had already died once.This was her second life.And she wouldn't waste it.
She would become a shinobi.
Not for adventure.Not to follow some childish dream.
But because she wanted to live.
To survive.To adapt.To grow stronger.
In this world of chakra, clans, and killing intent — she would rise.She didn't know how yet, or when.
But she would.
Because the world she was born into no longer protected the weak.And Samantha Blake… was never weak.