New Life

My name is shinji murakami and I'm 6 years old. I live in konoha or people call it the leaf village. I had a life before I came to this world. I was a middle aged man working in a private security firm toiling my life away in a cubicle. I don't have a family, I grew up as an orphan. As soon as I hit 17 I left the orphanage and started working to pay for my living expenses. I had to work for 5 years and save up as much as I could to be able to afford going to college. I used to be ambitious to make it big in life. After college things started to change. The fire in me dwindled down. The hardship and difficulties I faced, the corporate world, the fierce competition and the ruthless environment smack me right back to reality. The last thing I remember coming to this world is when i came home drunk after the new year party with my office colleague. I was so tired and drunk that I went straight to the couch and rested for a bit before crawling to bed. Maybe I died in my sleep.

The memories of my previous life came to me in a bit and pieces throughout my 6 years as shinji. Currently we are at war with other villages. Older people called it the great ninja war. Oh right, im still an orphan here as well. The tragic fate from my previous life seems to have followed me in this world as well.

My mom died giving me birth and my dad died 3 months ago in the line of duty. All that's left in this family is me, myself and I. My dad was an elite chunin. And my late grandfather was also a ninja and a seal master. According to my father, my grandfather was also the few seal master the village had Until recently. Unfortunately he was not right in the head or so I was told. He did many experiments which led him to his ultimate demise by blowing himself up. Apparently when I was a baby, he used me as a guinea pig for his so-called experiment and called me his greatest creation. It is unsettling hearing the various things a seal can do. The good news is nothing has happened to me so far and I hope it stays that way.

I will be joining the ninja academy tomorrow. That is the arrangement the village has made and it is also the reason I was not sent to the orphanage considering the academy students were given an apartment to live by themselves. Honestly, a 6 year old living by themselves is a stupid idea. A disaster waiting to happen, if u ask me. I heard the other orphan students are provided a monthly Stipend for their living expenses but sadly I'm not included in the program since I have my family inheritance. A combined savings of my parents and my crazy grandfather amounted to more than 5 million ryo in the bank that operates in all the nation's. Considering my monthly expenses only amounted to 1500 ryo, 5 million ryo is a large sum that could cover me throughout my life. With that amount of money, I don't even have to go to the academy or look for a job. But remembering all the stories my father used to tell me, this world is a chaotic place and this war is the third war. Three world war happened in just a span of 50 years is a scary place to live and people are dying like flies everywhere. Every month people of konoha are gathered in the memorial village grave to send off the passing of their loved ones. Seeing the rate of people dying, I would rather have means to protect myself than become a normal civilian and depend on others. And the only way I could think of right now is to join the academy and become a ninja which is contradictory because the large majority of death are the ninjas. It's not like I have a choice though, because the village has already made my arrangements following my father's written will prior his death. That is also one of the reasons why I was allowed to handle the family's inheritance without any objection despite my age.

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I put on my clothes, check my bag to make sure I have my books and pen. After everything is set, I stood in front of a mirror, looking at myself, I feel satisfied. I have short thick spiky dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, my skin is a little on the side of a tan complexion, the result of me lazing outside the sun in the backyard during the day.

As I strolled down the street on my way to the academy taking all the views, I see people setting up business on the side of the street. Most of the shops are already up and running. I could see people getting busy performing their duties. The streets are wide and not congested. The roads are pave with cobblestone of some kind. The air in the village is so fresh and clean unlike where I come from. From where I stand I could see the village headstone of three faces carved on the mountainside right above the administrative block. I kept walking down the road until I reached a crossroad. The left road leads to a children's park not far from where I stand and the right road leads to the academy. The park reminds me of my father. He used to take me there when I was 2 and encouraged me to mingle with other children. Thinking of the fond memories though short as it may, he was a good man and a good father. But his duty to the village has prevented him of any longer time with me to form bonds in impacful meaning. We parted too soon and here I am following his footsteps and his wishes. I miss my father, I missed the opportunity to have a normal live with parents once again.