Early 5:00 A. M.
120...125..140.....150
phew...
I fell down on the ground.
Man, after 20 laps of swimming , 10 laps of running, 10 laps of handstand , 150 squats, pull-ups and push-ups really do get you dead tired!! thank god this world has chakra and my physiques is tempered by lighting! ( more dramatic way of narration for sparkles) otherwise I would be dead right now due to the tearing of muscle fibres. Well, now that I think about it, a large percentage of success is also due to my stronger natural born physique otherwise if an Uchiha's four years old was doing it than I am afraid he would probably be seriously injured due to the overused of chakra or even dead.
Yes, it has been 4yrs since I have come into this world. It still feels somewhat surreal....
maybe I have retained my memories that's why I still feel this way but still...
I have never miss my previous world.
I never had one who you called your close person or special someone. I was raised in a poorly managed orphanage where the owner will take all the government's alloted money for the kids by themselves and give some leftover Tit-bits to us. In this kind of environmental where you have to fight to get your own share of food , where people are divided into groups to fight for the food and rooms, how do you imagine the word "Compassionate"and "Friends"to be present? there was only one rule, fight, steal and loot otherwise you will sleep empty stomach. The government officials also know this but they are the same as the orphanage owners. They steal and loot the money that the government alloted us and divide it themselves. Neither the officials nor the childrens aren't the type who can be called "Compassionate" nor can you expect the word "kindness" from them. They are the same kind, One is dishonest for the greed of food and the others, greed for money. I never receive any kindness and started to develop a mentality that kindness is displayed either by a "naive simpleton " or a "hypocrite"In this world , you can only trust yourselves. Dependence on others is the proof for losing faith in themselves but this still didn't help me alleviate hunger, in the end I started stealing money, food, clothing... at that time I realized that I can't do it myself, I needed help... I needed a bit of Compassion... I wanted to be free... my heart was aching and body too...
...Nobody came...
I got up myself..... I CAN ONLY DEPEND ON MYSELF!!!
myself....
People say that extreme times begged extreme personality.
The Apartheid system produced heroes such as Nelson Mandela , Oliver Tambo, Joe Slovo and many more.
My situation wasn't extreme like them, it was relatively easy compare to them but still...
It wasn't a good situation. I hurt others, steal things all in the excuse for survival. I forgot my reasons and slowly that excuse became MY REASON!
I lived in a rural area of tokyo or more famously known as the "slump" I hadn't seen the real world yet but still I have already seen the real instincts of a human being. Greed, lust, anger.
I was lost....
and not knowing where to go , I choose to follow the tides, follow others do what they do
and slowly become numb from the inside.
It doesn't hurt anymore when you hurt others, it all become normal... I lost my anxiety, helplessness , my reasoning as well and other emotions as the price for this numbness. I begin to adapt to this environment, I stop thinking of this pathetic things Until I watched Naruto.
time passed without anyone's knowledge.
it already had been ten years since my birth.
Somehow our orphanage install a t.v. for the childrens entertainment. At first I avoided it thinking that it was a waste of time and I rather spend it earning money doing odd jobs
and jobs available at the slums but seeing everyone gathering on a particular night rose my curiosity. I stayed and watched it with them. It was an Anime ,which quickly dissolved my interest but having nothing better to do I stayed, it was about a boy, naughty boy and quite a lively one too that wanted his existence to be acknowledge not as a monster but as Naruto, a person, a great shinobi and the greatest hokage. It was his dream but it all turned out that all his naughtiness and liveliness were a facade, a false mask to fool others and himself, inside the mask there was a lonely and confused boy.
I got quickly immersed in the story and forgot about everything. The things that I am doing, is this also a facade to hide my true self?
to fool others and mostly to fool myself...
I started to reason again! my dead heart was beating again. From then on I started watching Naruto. Whenever I was confused, lonely, hurt I always watched Naruto, I wasn't depended on it but still I liked it...
after some months, I ran away from the orphanage, settle in Tokyo and rent a small room for my living. I work hard in the morning till night and watched Naruto whenever I came back home.I finally understand what home means. During my work at the restaurant, my boss suddenly asked me if I go to school. He was surprised to find that I didn't .So, he assign me in a kindergarten school for 1 month to learn the basics so that I can study with my age groups. it was embarrassing to see a 10 yr old in kindergarten learning with a bunch of kids but it didn't matter, I got into a high school and everyone avoided me , but still it didn't matter
because this things weren't important to me.
I just wanted to be free and powerful like madara free from the cage... My mentality changes from "I can only depend on myself" to "I will do what I want ! "
Without anyone's obstruction..
() A:N() I tried to explain the MC's personality using his previous life experiences. I tried to make it a bit dark with showing how his mentality changes from an innocent to a self explanatory jack-ass that cares only about himself and his goal. I tried to make it a bit dark (It's my first fanfic and writing a novel so please pardon me if it was cringy:) ()