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This is now going to be my second life. The first time I had no clue but after the accident, I woke up to find myself barely five years old. I still had the intelligence of a 19 year old but this time I didn't look like myself, I was in a whole other body. Being reborn after dying shocked me and it took me a while for myself to figure that out. It was difficult, sometimes I would zone out and my 'parents' would stare at me strangely, I've tried to keep it on the down low but I have been studying everything around me.
It seems that the world I have been born into was not the same as before. This new place was filled with people who jumped on rooftops at incredible speeds and used weapons. My family was one of these 'people' who could do strange things, ninjas they called themselves, which was weird because the people here didn't wear all black and lurked in the shadows swinging nun chucks. These ninjas used weird energy called chakra and used the elements around them to fight.
Always trying to listen in on people while my 'mother' took me on a stroll the town I learned a lot of new things. Such as my new home went by the name of Konohagakure, otherwise known as the Village Hidden in the Leaves. It confused me to know that I live in a village where ninjas existed.
I was a 19 year old photographer that lived alone. I just recently moved out of my friend's home after finding a small flat just big enough for one. I was an orphan, my mom died during my birth and my dad overdosed on drugs before I even knew him. After my dad died, I was placed in an orphanage and adopted by a nice elderly couple. I lived with them until they passed away of old age. My friend was generous enough to let me live with him until I found an apartment. I had enough money by selling some pictures I took so I had no need for a roommate to split the rent.
There was a letter addressed to me from my parents telling me they hoped they gave me a happy life. They said that if I ever wanted to find out who my parents, they left the adoption papers at their house.
After settling into my new flat, I easily found the old adoption documents in my parents' home. I looked up the address on where the orphanage was and quickly found a bus to the destination.
I was extremely unlucky that day. Since the orphanage was far I was on the bus for about half an hour. I never did get to the orphanage. The bus I took was a part of an accident. I was just sitting their staring off into space, tuning out the laughter of children with their mothers and some people on their phones talking about business. Next thing I know the bus was jerking everywhere and I went flying out of my seat.