That time I was reincarnated as a Ninja with a Yonko System

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Huh?

What are you doing here?

Oh, right. I almost forgot about you guys. It's been years. You're probably thinking it's the "Author" writing this, but nope, it's just me.

Who am I, you ask? Well, I'm kind of a big deal now, but if I start from where I stand, it would make me sound like a jerk instead of a hero. Not that I care though, heroes are overrated. Anyway, here's how it all started.

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[𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧, 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐚]

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"Roje!" a familiar voice shouted,

"Yuh don't know how fi clean yuh draws, yuh know!"

Roje shot up in bed, his face turning red with embarrassment as the voice blared as the sound of a young girl chuckling could be heard.

He quickly muted the call, swiping the screen with a frustrated sigh. Without another word, he tossed the phone on his bed and stormed towards the door, throwing it open. And going to the kitchen

"Why yuh haffi broadcast mi business to di whole world?"

Roje called out, his voice a mix of annoyance and frustration that could be heard clear as day.

"Mi nah even ready fi chat 'bout dat!

His mother, standing by the stove, didn't even glance in his direction. She was too busy stirring a pot.

"Good, yuh come out like how mi plan fi yuh,"

she said, her voice calm and unaffected.

"Mi cya deal wid dat now."

She finally turned her attention to him, still not fazed by his frustration.

"Go buy a dozen egg, two franks, an' a bottle a oil. Quick quick!"

Roje stood there for a second, fuming, but his mom's lack of response made him roll his eyes.

"Mi a come, mi a come..."

he muttered under his breath as he grabbed his shoes, deciding to just get it over with.

After leaving the house, he made his way down the street to the shop, quickly buying the eggs, franks, and bottle of oil his mom had asked for.

As he was walking back home, a taxi man, half-drunk and blasting music, came barreling around the corner at top speed. Roje didn't see it coming. Before he could react, the taxi slammed into him, knocking him off his feet and towards the pavement. The screech of tires echoed in the air as the taxi skidded to a halt just inches from where he lay, a wild blur of music and confusion.

The impact was brutal. Roje's body was sent flying, crashing hard onto the rough pavement. His head struck the ground with a sickening thud, and his limbs were contorted at unnatural angles. His chest burned with the searing pain of broken ribs, and his left leg, twisted at an odd angle, sent waves of agony through his body. Blood seeped from a gash on his forehead, dripping into his eyes, blurring his vision. His breath came in short, desperate gasps, each inhale a sharp reminder of the pain coursing through his body.

The world around him seemed to spin as the roar of the taxi's engine faded into a dull, distant sound. Roje could barely make out the shadows of people rushing to the scene, their voices muffled, as if they were calling to him from far away. His heart was pounding in his chest, but with every beat, it felt like it was getting weaker. The coldness began to settle in, creeping into his bones. His body felt heavier by the second. He was dying, he could feel it.

Tears started to sting his eyes, not from the physical pain, but from the overwhelming sense of regret. In that moment, everything he'd never done, everything he had hoped for, rushed through his mind. His vision blurred further, but the thoughts were still there.

'I never got to take mi parents abroad…'

'Mi never got to spoil dem, show dem how much I appreciate everything dem did fi me...'

'I never even had the chance to start mi own family, mi own future...'

Tears rolled down his face as the memories flooded him. The late nights his parents stayed up to make sure he had food, the sacrifices they made just to see him get a good education, the love they poured into him without ever asking for anything in return other than him putting effort. He'd always wanted to repay them. He'd always dreamed of taking them somewhere nice, showing them a life without struggle, making them proud. And now...

Now, it felt like all of that was slipping through his fingers.

The quiet sobs racked his body as he lay there, feeling the darkness creeping in around the edges of his vision.

"I… I never did it, mi never got to do it…"

he whispered weakly, his voice barely a breath.

He wanted to see his mom smile when he finally took her to the best places, to watch his father's eyes light up when he handed him money to do whatever he wanted. But now, it was all slipping away. And as the final tears slid down his face, the weight of all the things he would never get to do pressed down on him like an unbearable burden.

[𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 31, 2024]

𝐑𝐨𝐣𝐞 𝐌𝐜𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 - 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃