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I am a man ... So why was I reborn as Sakura's little sister?!?!?! ...

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A man died in his world and was taken to God, God gave him three wishes for him to be reborn in the world of Naruto. The man remembering all the fanfics he read decided to order all the lineages of Naruto, infinite Chackra and the entire battle experience of Madara Uchiha .... God trembled and the man did not understand why ... All he knew was who was in the world of Naruto ... As Sakura's brother .... No, it's wrong ..... He was reborn as a little sister ...... And without any of his wishes fulfilled ... I had the desire to create not as a sister, but as Sakura herself, but as someone who created before me, I decided to create as a little sister. This story, unlike my other fanfics, I want to explore Slice of Life. Since I'm a man (and I've never dated in my life), I don't understand anything about being a woman, so there can be many, many mistakes. Mc's appearance is the same as that of Lala, Hinagiku Katsura and Zero Two. Didn't like it? I will pick you up from school and I will punch you. ¬.¬ I see many Naruto fanfics who like to exchange their eyes for the eyes of a certain clan, this story will not have that. And as much as it is a Slice of Life story, there will still be some fights, but I will try to be as brief as possible in them. And Mc doesn't go after men, so no Yaoi ... (But he is a woman now, so wouldn't be Yaoi anyway? ... I don't know ... This is confusing.) The cover is not mine, if the creator wants me to remove it, contact me and I will remove it. ¬.¬

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Chapter 1Reborn in Naruto .... But .....

There I was, on another normal day, spending all the time of my life reading fanfics ... Seriously .. Why fanfics and not novels? .... I don't even understand why anymore ...

I'm 18 and I live alone in this giant house ... But it's so lonely ... Ah ....

I get up from my bed, where I was lying reading some fanfics, all I want to do is go to the bathroom, but on the way I feel terrible dizziness and lose my conscience.

As soon as I open my eyes, I see that I am no longer in my house, but in a white place.

"Hi?!?!?!." I screamed in the empty white space.

"Mere mortal, you were chosen for one of the experiences of the gods, I will send you to the world of Naruto, you have 1 minute to tell me 3 wishes, or else I will send you back to your world." As I thought about what was happening, I heard a voice that seemed to be in my mind, it took me only seconds to calm down.

Well ... Let's go with a lot of strong requests, won't we?

"I want all of Naruto's lineages, infinite Chakra and Madara's battle experience ..." I say as loudly as possible so the god can hear me clearly.

My face was with a silly smile imagining what it will be like to be over power in the world of Naruto, hoping to defeat Madara with a tree branch.

"Why ... Why ..... WHY ????????????? ....." I don't understand the "why" which that you speak God, but if the being translucent in front of me is you, so it's not good, since he's shaking all over.

"YOU ARE ALREADY THE 3927330392 MORTAL THAT I TRY, BUT YOU JUST CHOOSE THE SAME THING, A SYSTEM OR A SUPER OVERPOWER POWER, YOU DO NOT ASK FOR ANYTHING DIFFERENT, SOMETHING LIKE THE SALVATION OF THE WORLD, FUCK THIS WORK .... YOU'LL GO .... AND YES .... THIS WAY ..... VERY GOOD ........ GOOD MORTAL LUCK ..... YOU WILL NEED A LOT. " I don't understand what happened now, did the god go crazy? ... But one thing I'm sure of is that that smile he gave doesn't mean anything good.

I try to say something, but my voice doesn't come out, all I feel is my vision disappearing again and the next thing I feel is a terrible pain and then I start to cry, I can't hold my tears or even open my eyes, I almost despaired .... But I can hear a sound of crying and it seemed .... From me? ..... So I was really reincarnated in Naruto? ...

Did God grant my wishes correctly? ... Will I be super strong and have all of Naruto's Kekkei Genkai? ... Will I have infinite Chakra? .... Will I have all of Madara's battle experience? ... AHAHAHAHHA, I can't wait to grow up ... But ... What was that smile I could see on the god's face? ...

I feel that something is wrong .... But what is it .... Ah .... I'm getting sleepy ...

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When I finally woke up I felt that I was in a warm place, different from before that everything was strange, it felt like my body was drooling, I really don't want to know what that was....

Now I feel like I can open my eyes slowly, so I do it ... The strong light enters my eyes ... I can't see very well, but my eyes are getting used to it ... Ah, I can see better now...

Is that the roof of a Naruto house? ..... Now that I think about it better ... Could God have sent me to a different village than Konoha? ... So, is that what that evil smile meant? ... Or maybe it's because I was sent to a different time than Naruto's timeline? ....

How does my baby's body not respond very well to the commands of my brain, or maybe it's the soul? ... I don't know, but I feel a terrible headache coming ..... And as my baby's body, I soon I start to cry ... And right next to me I hear another crying sound ... Do I have a brother or is it a little sister? ... I hope it is a sister.

Before I can try to turn my baby face to look at my so-called brother or sister, a door is opened, sounds of stepped steps sound next to me.

I feel my body being taken by gentle hands and my head resting on something soft that I don't know what it is ...

Voices start to sound around me and I don't understand most of them beyond the basic Japanese words ... So is the language in the world of Naruto really Japanese? It seems that I will have to learn that language from the beginning.

I try to look at the face of the person holding me, who should be my mother. Right in front of my face, there were two faces looking at me, one that belonged to a woman, she had yellowish brown hair and green eyes, she is beautiful, the fatherly smile she gives me, something I didn't feel in my previous life, it makes me feel relaxed and happy.

The face next to her was that of a man with a funny mustache ... He also had green eyes like my supposed mother's, and his hair was a color that looked like pink? ...

I don't understand where this feeling comes from, but I feel like I know these two, maybe it's some secondary Naruto character I've seen ?.

I still haven't caught a glimpse of my brother / sister.

As soon as my mother put me in the place where she was before and saw that not only me, but also my brother / sister were no longer crying, she left the room with what I suppose to be my father.

After seeing that they wouldn't come back until we cried, I try to turn my baby body over to look at my brother / sister. But I can't, no matter what I try my neck doesn't turn to the side.

Sighing, I tried another way, rotating my entire body instead of just the head and neck. So I managed to turn around, I could see what was on the other side ... But it was disappointing ... Since there was nothing but bars and a baby bed, which was where my brother was.

And that little thing seemed to want to provoke me, since it kept raising the little hand, which was the only thing I could see ...

I ended up having to give up the idea of ​​seeing my brother / sister ...

Well, I might be able to see him at some point, for now the best thing to do is to remember everything that happens in the anime and manga ... And even the fanfic must be useful .... Let's start with the important things .... AHHH .... Sleep is coming, damn it ....

My little baby body couldn't take it and soon my eyes closed.

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I don't know how much time has passed, I don't have a way to measure time, since I'm always in a room, besides the times Mom and Dad take us for a walk.

What, is it weird that I'm calling them that? ... I'm training for my later ages ... Cof ... Well, I never managed to call anyone like that in my previous life, so I'm enjoying calling them that.

I really feel the love they give me, from washing me, what they do gently, to feeding me, which is very strange, to be drinking milk straight from your mother's breast consciously.

Compared to them, my little brother / sister hasn't shown up yet ... I still don't understand how I couldn't see his face ... All I see is his hand, which seems to appear to provoke me, because it appears every time where I try to look at this little thing.

Also, I try to remember all the things I can from Naruto, but from the moment I finished Naruto until today, there are few memorable things in my mind, but the fanfics helped to remind me, so at least the main things about Naruto I can remember ... I can't wait to grow up and be able to write in a book, so I don't forget these important things

Another thing I've been trying to do whenever I can is to try to access my chakra, which is not possible for what it seems .... Chakra is a combination of your mental energy and physical energy, my body is not strong enough to combine these two, my mental energy is several times higher than physical. Maybe only when I grow up to the necessary age will I be able to use ...

And of all that, there are two things that bother me. The first being the wishes I asked God for, so far they have not been fulfilled, I know I may be in a hurry, as I still can't use the chakra, but I am afraid and doubt that laugh he gave...

That's because when Mom and Dad took me out of the house, I could see that I was in Konoha, so -1 for my worries, I just hope I'm on the right timeline.

But now my mind was thinking about +10 concerns for what that smile was ...

Anyway, the second thing that bothers me is that if I'm still on Naruto's timeline, how will I react things, try to interfere and try to make things better or let it happen? ... You know, now that I think about it, it doesn't matter, if I'm here it is to make a difference, I want to live a life and not live as an observer, so I will do what I want and find it necessary.

Ah ... Here comes that damn sleep again.

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Do you know everything I said before, about my fears of the smile of God? ... That proved right .... I have a sister ... Yes, you heard me right, sister, how nice isn't it? ... Finally I could see her face ... But .... My sister is Sakura .....Sakura Haruno.....

This is unmistakable, that pink hair, bright green eyes ... It's the same as Sakura's ... What the fuck ... Am I Sakura's younger brother? ..... Are my parents the same as Sakura's? ...

God .... You really hurt me now ..... Well ... At least I'm not Sakura, but your little BROTHER, aren't you? .... And I also have my wishes, so it doesn't matter which family I will be reborn ... Even though my hair is pink (crying blood) .... Besides, Mom and Dad are very nice and I get a lot of love from them, so I thank God for that.

Now I understand why that smile, he wanted to make me nervous about being reborn as Sakura's little brother, but it didn't work. Muhahahahahaa, I can't wait to have fun in the world of Naruto, with my powers I will surely change everything, I will not let everything be the same as before.

Ah ... Mommy and Daddy are laughing at me, they must think my laugh is cute. I am starting to understand Japanese better, I think that in a short time I will be able to decipher phrases, I can't wait to know my name.

Ah .... What are you doing Sakura? ... Pulling my hair like this? ... It hurts, take it then, see how it hurts, humph ... Don't pull any harder, ahhhaahhhh, it hurts ... Take that toothless bite then ...

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You know ... I'm glad I came to the world of Naruto, if I didn't have those wishes I think I would be shaking with fear thinking about what I should do, but with my wishes I will enjoy this life well ...

I still can't access my chakra. Anyway, I have my wishes, so I'm going to sleep relaxed ...

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Why did I think that way? .... I was so foolish ..... I didn't think about the failures of my thinking ... I don't talk about being lazy .... But making sure that my wishes would be fulfilled .. ..

I thought God would do nothing but reborn me as Sakura's younger brother ... But I was so wrong ...

I thought my pink clothes should be because of Sakura, to match, even though I was a boy ... I thought the pink room should be because of our hair, and not because I was what I thought it was .... I thought so hard to get the bad premonition out of my mind ... But .. ...

Fuck...

I am not a little brother ..... I am a LITTLE SISTER .......

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So I saw one of your comments but I could not reply to it so I will do it here "lol. You know, Naruto and Hinata should never have been a couple. Naruto and Hinata are cute and all. But what did that give? In a useless hokage / dad, with a wife who can't handle him. Tell me, if it was Sakura or even Karin who had married him, do you think Naruto would be as hateful as he is today? Minato would be like him if it weren't for Kushina." You speak as if it's matter of fact or anything by saying 'should' who are you? the author ? his friend? ' (I'm talking about the Original Work and not your fanfic parody obviously) you never had never have and never will have any say in it man so don't push your view onto others as if it's true and to answer that sentence they are a couple because that's how it is, many say it was not properly developed or anything but I just say you just didn't pay any attention sure he had a crush on sakura at first but in shippuden it's more of friendship than an actual crush he grew out of it and Hinata's crush developed into love through the entire series romance is not the main part and was only approached at the end of the series for every couple Where did you see that she can't handle him? she is shown to be able do so multiple times after their marriage on the contrary she supports him in his job As for if he married one of the two you told about ? you don't know and I say he would have been the same do you know? because that's how he is it won't change his core and he would have been the same! as for minato and kushina ? where did you see her reign him? she was more like hinata than anything when married and we did not see much of minato Hokage So what I mean to say is that NaruHina is properly written and have reasons to be and is also one the best pairing in my and many others opinion whilst Sakura never deserved him and never will and that's not an opinion but a truth if you saw the series You should not talk about your opinions as if they were true while they were not and are not true

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