Darkness.

I could easily refer to this place as infinite darkness. I felt a little overwhelmed being in this place but it went away in a few moments.

I guess I'm dead. But strangely I only remember small fragments of my life.

Among them, the popular Naruto anime stood out.

I remember the story of the Naruto anime but strangely I can't remember my name or my parents' names.

Look again into the darkness.

Do I even have parents?

The feeling overwhelmed me, I could cry if I had a body but I don't.

A small light surprised me. It grew larger and larger until it reached a considerable length. Then I felt like I was moved towards the light and everything went out.

"*********" Some voices entered my hearing field. When I opened my eyes the light of the place overwhelmed me so I closed my eyes tightly.

I opened my eyes more carefully again and saw a woman.

I was scared by her considerable height. I noticed how her lips moved and she spoke to me in a language that I could only identify as a Japanese style.

Of course I didn't understand any of that language since I never needed it.

Suddenly a man entered my field of vision.

"********" I spoke happily to the woman and then I carried myself into her arms. I looked at the man in front of me with interest. I realized not long ago that I was a baby and these possibly my parents didn't have to be very smart not to notice.

But strangely I didn't feel fear or rejection, I felt warmth, a warmth that enveloped my body and filled me with happiness.

My father continued talking with a smile. He practically didn't understand what he was saying but I could deduce that he was trying to give me affection or something like that.

Then I was returned to the arms of what I assumed was my mother. She looked at me with great love and affection. My little heart was filled with joy when I saw my new family and then I fell asleep in her arms.

[3 years later]

It had been 3 years since I was born again and in that time I was able to learn a little Japanese. Of course there were difficult words and I couldn't formulate words that were too complicated.

During this time I learned my name. Apparently my name was Kiyomi and she was a woman. I wasn't filled with fear or anxiety that she was a woman since she didn't even remember my gender.

I thought with disappointment and got up from my small bed.

"Kiyo-chan is coming down for breakfast" I heard my mother's voice. I sighed and quickly left my room, wiping the sleep off my face. I went down the stairs and came to a small dining room. My dad was already there and he gave me a smile. I sat on the chair in front of him and started chewing my breakfast.

"Kiyo-chan" spoke my father's voice as he stared at me. I shifted a little in my chair and breathed a little "yes dad?" I said in a slow voice trying not to get stuck in my words.

"You will begin your training" my father said as he looked at me with a serious voice.

"Honey, don't you think he's too young?" My mother said, scolding my father.

"Miyo, you already know what's happening up front, it's better to be prepared early," my dad said, looking at my mother.

I froze a little since not long ago I realized that he was in the famous Naruto anime. How did I find out? Easy, I realized when my mother and father said Uchiha. I was a little surprised to learn that he had been born in the Uchiha clan and in none other than the third ninja war.

I looked at my father and formulated my words "teach me" I said looking at my parents with determination.

"Are you sure, Kiyo?" My mother said in a gentle tone.

I nodded my head quickly "yes, mom" my mother's gaze softened and she gave me a smile.

"Very well little one, finish your breakfast and see you in the patio" my father said as he finished his breakfast and left the dining room.

I quickly began devouring my breakfast and followed shortly after.

I looked around and looked for my father. When I finally found him I quickly approached him.

"Daughter, take a seat" I looked at my father a little confused but I simply nodded and did what he asked.

He came over and put his hand on my stomach.

"Let's unblock your chakra channels" my father said softly.

I quickly perked up and nodded my head.

I felt a sensation run through my body. It was warm and welcoming. Then I felt how my body became stronger, in a few seconds all my channels were opened by my father's chakra.

"Well, you seem to have good reserves," my father said with a big smile and pride in his eyes.

I looked at him in amazement and quickly hugged him.

"Thanks, daddy," I said happily as our hug lasted a few seconds.

After the hug my father taught me how to stick a leaf to my forehead.

It was a little difficult but after several attempts I managed it.

"That's my girl," my father said as he picked me up.

"Dad" I yelled pouting as my concentration was broken.

"Sorry," he said sadly as he gently lowered me down.

I put my feet on the grass and then a voice interrupted us.

"It's late, come eat" said my mother who was standing at the door with a brown apron.

"Let's go" my father and I said in unison.

We entered the house and quickly washed our hands and went to mom who was in the dining room with the food served.

We sat down and began to eat in comfortable silence.

I thought my life would continue this calmly.

But..

I made a mistake....

A year later my father was sent to the front, but he never returned. My mother couldn't stand the pain and a few weeks after my fifth birthday she committed suicide.

I looked at her body that had a rope around her neck.

The moonlight illuminated the room. Inside the darkness where the light could not illuminate.

Red eyes lit up with an aura of sadness as the sound of a little girl's scream filled the room.

[Present]

Pov: kiyomi Uchiha 6 years old

I looked at my wall in silence.

It's really boring, damn because I have nothing to do. Those damn clan elders wouldn't let me enter the academy, it was decided that I wouldn't be able to, so they banned me. As a measure for my survival they decided that they would give me money monthly and I would have to manage it myself to be able to use it effectively.

Those damn old men just did that to get rid of me.

Because?

Because they think I'm dangerous.

Because?

They say things about being another failure like my parents.

I clenched my fists tightly, tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

'They're stupid,' I said to myself as I controlled my breathing.

I must stay calm and not get carried away by my emotions.

I said to myself as I got up from my bed.

The sunlight illuminated the small room, while I dressed quickly.

I went down to the kitchen downstairs and prepared a light breakfast that consisted of an egg and bacon.

I go out to the patio after having breakfast and grab a leaf from the small tree on my right.

I looked at the blade but for a few seconds before shaking my head and hitting it on my forehead with ease.

Thinking is bad.

I repeated to myself as I slowly glued more sheets together.

Two hours later and I was covered in sweat from the exercise. 'I feel terrible' I tried to breathe to regulate my breathing.

'hmmp?' I looked at the darkening sky with a frown. Small drops of rain were beginning to fall on my small body.

'What am I doing' I said to myself sadly. It was obvious to anyone who saw him that this training was no longer helping at all.

'I should go in before I catch a cold.' I wiped away the small tears and got up from the ground.

I opened the sliding door as I tiredly walked inside.

I didn't feel like doing anything today...

[Evening]

I woke up to a sound I heard downstairs. I quickly wiped the sleep from my eyes and walked cautiously towards the door.

I put my hand in fear on the door and opened it slowly so as not to make as much noise as possible.

The door suddenly burst open sending me backwards with a thud.

I fell on my butt in pain and looked at my attacker.

A group of people with white masks looked back at him and then everything went black...

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This was the first chapter although probably no one will watch it but who cares, I'll keep writing until my motivation runs out