I don't know why I chose this profession or this job. Right now, we're on a boat heading out to sea to intercept pirates hunting blue whales, a globally protected animal.
There were two military groups next to me, the Navy and the Special Forces. I was just a marine doctor, so I was called in to see the captured whales.
The problem is that the situation is at the far end of the country's oceans, almost international waters, where I wouldn't have jurisdiction. The idea is to catch them before they reach that place and escape unpunished.
"Listen, we're about to make contact with the target; the two priorities are the marine creatures and protecting civilians. Capturing the pirates is secondary," said the captain of this operation. It's worth noting that the civilians were us, including myself and a few others they had to bring.
"We're five deep," another soldier was heard saying. It's worth noting that he was nervous. He'd never been in this kind of situation.
I didn't have time to think much when the shots rang out.
"You stay here; wait until I'm done," said the soldier next to us.
The tide was strong, and the boat was moving from side to side. Suddenly, a bullet pierced the metal, hitting one of the guys they brought with us; I think he was a biology professor.
Two doctors went to see him to administer first aid. I didn't want to be here; I felt overwhelmed. I listened to the radio of the guy who was with us; I heard the screams and the shots on the transmitter.
Suddenly, more bullets pierced the boat and reached where they were.
"Everyone get down!" said the soldier. We all did what he asked; I heard my comrades praying and asking God to help them, and to be honest, I was doing the same. Everything went to hell when I heard the transmitter.
"Alert, they've infiltrated the ship. I repeat, they've… Ahh." gunshots were heard, and then silence.
The gunshots grew louder now; some were scared stiff, others were praying, and some were crying.
The soldier gave a pistol to the man closest to him, positioning himself next to the door with his weapon ready to fire.
He glanced down the hallway, letting a bullet fly near his face. And the shooting started.
I just covered myself with whatever cover I could. The bullets flew, hitting some people; the screams were traumatic, and the amount of blood that began to flow through the room was horrific.
Suddenly, the soldier protecting us got one in the head, and he fell instantly.
A woman standing nearby started screaming; the panic grew exponentially.
And at that moment, a man with an assault rifle came in, screaming and shooting at us.
"Să nu rămână niciunul dintre ei în viață" I don't understand the language, but it didn't matter much, as I was shot in the neck, abdomen, and left thigh. And with that, I fell to the ground, choking on my own blood, knowing I couldn't do anything.
(Note: The language chosen was completely random, so if that's your language, then I have nothing against your country, tribe, or whatever; it's purely a coincidence.)
If only I had influence, strength, or power, maybe I wouldn't have been sent here, but I can't do anything now. I'm just sad that my family most likely doesn't have a body for them to bury.
And with that, everything went black. Dying at sea, doing my job, although what bothers me most is that I couldn't do anything.
...
Dark, I couldn't tell if it was black; it was as if there was nothing. I don't know what awaited me in the afterlife, but spending the rest of eternity in a complete void is boring.
I didn't feel my body; I didn't feel anything. I wasn't able to see what I was, nor could I feel anything like I had anything resembling a body.
What I remembered most were my last memories; maybe I didn't feel the pain, but the sensation of everything that was happening was something I did feel inside me.
...
I don't know how much time has passed; it's most likely a final, to see God. I don't know how many people die in the world, but if there's a conversation going on, by the time God finishes talking to someone, 10 have already died.
So the wait is understandable, but it doesn't take away from the fact that I have nothing to do.
I don't know how much time has passed since I died; the sense of time is very strange. I'm not going to be like a madman counting the seconds until something happens. I might even do it if I get really bored.
...
123,990,123, 123,990,124, 123,990,125, 123,990,126, 123,990,127.
I couldn't continue because a light appeared out of nowhere; if I had eyelids, maybe I would close my eyes.
I felt myself being dragged; It was about time. I just hope it wasn't a false alarm, as I lost count of the seconds again.
I was getting closer to the light, growing larger and larger; it was as if I were falling into an endless void.
I couldn't help but scream inside.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
...
"Waaa, waaaa, waaaa." I screamed with all my might, but I realized I had screamed. That I had made a sound, and that my voice was strange, as if I could only manage a few words. Another thing was that I felt like giant hands were holding me; I couldn't open my eyes because the light was hurting them, so I didn't know what was happening. I could only scream again for someone to help me in some way: "Waaa, waaa, waaa."
"Congratulations, Tsunade-sama, it's a girl," I heard a voice near me, only to be switched from one hand to another, more specifically, to another.
"What shall we name our daughter, Tsunade?" a man's voice was heard.
"Her name is Miyu, Miyu Senju," came the voice of the woman holding me.
"Daughter? Tsunade? Senju?" These words sound very familiar. At that moment, a blond, imperious boy with blue eyes and three whisker marks crossed my mind. I've just been reincarnated in Naruto's world.
"Aaaaah," I let out a small cry, but it was mostly out of surprise. Besides, I took advantage of the opportunity to speak a little; in the emptiness, all I could do was think.
"I think he's hungry," came a woman's voice; I have no idea who it was. I still haven't opened my eyes; the light still bothers me.
Out of nowhere, I felt something being placed in my mouth; instinctively, I began to suck, and a liquid came out that calmed me as I drank it, and after a few moments, I fell asleep.
*Passage of Time*
Three years have passed since I arrived in this world. It's been the shinobi world, the world of chakra, the world shaped by the Old Man of the Six Paths, whatever. A world where the strong rule. The clearest examples being Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha.
They talk about it like this: these guys are lucky not only to be the reincarnations of guys who should have died completely and not been reincarnated in chakra form so they could continue fighting and hating each other. But their families have pretty overpowered bloodlines.
Madara being from the Mad Eyes clan, who, if they don't have a jutsu to save their asses, make one up at the last minute. And Hashirama's, well, Hashirama's cells. You could say he has great vitality and chakra reserves. The rest of what's so great about this clan comes from Hashirama himself: his cells, his Sage Mode, and his Wood Style.
The great thing about all this is that I, Miyu Senju, am the great-granddaughter of this guy who sacrificed his neurons to obtain Hashirama's cells to distribute to the beasts; I have the potential to inherit all that power.
I still remember how I died. That's something that will never fade from my mind, and I don't plan on dying again; I won't feel that weak again. To have a peaceful life without people ordering me around and waiting for me to die, I need two things: raw power and influence.
Taking stock of everything that's happening in the world, I am currently the princess of Konoha, a title I took from my mother as soon as I was born. And speaking of my parents.
My mother is Senju Tsunade, the current leader of the Senju clan, with me as the current heir. She is currently 21 years old, though she gave birth to me at 18, quite young, but not far from the common sense of this world, as it is normal to have children at an early age due to premature deaths and wars. Tsunade is one of the disciples of the current Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, better known in my house as the Old Monkey or the Cunning Monkey, among other nicknames that fit her like a glove.
My father is Kato Dan, a guy who managed to win my mother's heart. Besides his spatial jutsu, high chakra reserves, and his dream of becoming Hokage, there's nothing else special about him. It's worth noting that I inherited my blue hair from him.
Other relatives I have include Grandma Mito, who's still alive, for some reason. I don't know how much vitality Uzumaki genes give, but being the jinchuriki of the Kyubi, I believe, gives her a plus in some way or another. During this time, I've been winning her affection so she can teach me fuinjutsu in the future, before Kushina arrives and dies.
And the last member who can be recognized is my foolish uncle Nawaki. He'll be sacrificed in the future if everything continues as it should be. From what I've seen, this kid has almost no talent; he's like Naruto, but without a golden finger.
Back to reality, I'm reading books about chakra and the human body. My years of learning biology, both animal and human, have paid off, and my mother is the best medical ninja in Konoha, though not yet in the ninja world; she earned that title in war.
It's not much different than if a human had another system in the body, like the nervous system, but in this case, it's a chakra.
"Miss, it's time for snacks. Mito-sama is waiting for you," came the voice of a maid from the estate.
Yes, sweets. This is one of the good things about being a child again. Besides being with Grandma Mito, this gives me points for when she awakens my chakra and teaches me fuinjutsu."
*Transition no Jutsu*
"Please, Grandma, teach me fuinjutsu," I said in the sweetest voice I could, complete with cake in my mouth.
"You're still too young to learn such things; you should play with other children, or even with Nawaki," Grandma Mito said as she wiped my mouth with a handkerchief.
"But, Grandma Mito, if I start learning fuinjutsu now, in the future I can be the youngest seal master in ninja history; that will bring glory and prestige to our failing clan," I said in the most enthusiastic voice possible.
She just grimaced in annoyance. That's to say the current state of the clan, and it only has one person in charge, the third Hokage. Hashirama's cell experiments on clan members have reduced the number to a significant extent. Currently, there are only about a dozen of us with the Senju surname; the rest have either gone to civilian life or died of rare causes.
"I don't know; your mother said she wanted to teach medical ninjutsu so you could become a medical ninja in the future," she said, trying not to teach me.
"Why not learn both? I'm capable of learning both at the same time. I already understand how the human body works along with its chakra; I just need to learn the most advanced medical techniques and ninja techniques," I said, trying to change her mind. "Besides, you just need to teach writing and things that have nothing to do with chakra. Once I awaken my chakra, you can move on to something more advanced depending on my progress at that point." I gave my argument, just hoping it works.
She sighed and looked at me with a smile.
"Okay, just because you've proven to me that you're smarter than you should be, but don't tell anyone about this or your intelligence, just your parents and no one else who knows," she said.
"Yes, Grandma Mito, I love you very much," I said, running to give her a hug, which she welcomed.
First part of the plan is completed; the next is to awaken my chakra. I'll have to blackmail my father into convincing my mother to teach me how to awaken my chakra.
And so begins my journey to becoming a ninja stronger than my great-grandfather.