2 Chapter 2 : Two life
The man's name was not important, he was just an ordinary human among billions.
An ordinary, random, simple teacher of literature, a man always calm with a polite but cold manner, about 25 years old, inhabiting a blue planet that had developed life in its bosom millions of years before.
He would wake up at 5:30 am and wash up after a 30 minute jog, he would eat something light before going to work and spend 10 hours there before coming straight home in the evening, he would read a book previously chosen at the beginning of the week and read for two hours before having dinner and taking a long bath before falling asleep peacefully.
He did this every day except for a few rare exceptions because he didn't like surprises and liked to have a sense of control over his life.
His life suited him all the same, he was happy and satisfied with it, some might find such a life boring and bland but it was his and he did what he wanted, he was satisfied.
But it was while he was walking to work as usual, during a rainy morning that he slipped and fell to the ground and by a chain of circumstances more improbable than the others, he was struck by a lightning of a dark color so fast and destructive that his body was instantly annihilated in ash.
Passers-by screamed in pain holding their bleeding ears, the lightning was so powerful that some were even badly blinded but the only victim was the young man who died in a strange and unlikely way.
Mihara looked the man named Oza walking towards the man who tried to kill him and hurriedly picked up a short Japanese style sword that could be called katana from the ground.
"What the hell is going on?"
He was leaving for work a few minutes ago before he was suddenly dazzled and woke up in this strange and supernatural situation.
The child's body in which he was incarnated was strong, supple and filled with a kind of energy that flowed through him; on top of that the memories of the body's owner disturbed him even more.
His name was Mihara Kenkishi, he was 12 years old, he was born in a ninja village called Konoha in the Land of Fire..
This world is a world where an energy called chakra exists that allows its users to use all kinds of incredible techniques resembling magic.
The village of konoha was a ninja village and one of the five most powerful in the world.
The rivalry between the villages was very strong and tensions were constant, which inevitably led to a war in which the owner of this body participated.
The young Mihara had a strong hatred towards the enemy village countries, the cause being the fact of the death of his parents.
He was a member of a clan of mercenary swordsmen who joined konoha when it was created.
But their clan suffered devastating losses losing almost all their adult members in the first ninja war.
It was one of the most devastating wars the ninja world had ever seen and their clan was one of the ones that paid the most for it.
His aunts, uncles, father, mother, cousin were almost all dead or disabled for life.
The hatred of this event had grown in Mihara's young heart and under the impulse of this hatred he chose during this war, the second great ninja war, to leave for the front line where even the Chunin were hardly surviving.
His teacher Oza who was an experienced Chinon and who was also dispatched to the front lines tried to resound him in vain but unfortunately he did not listen to him and every ninja was responsible for his affliction, Oza could not do anything against this decision.
It was an impulsive, sudden, illogical and stupid decision like the war.
The consequences were immediate after the first fight in the snow country he died.
*Boom* *Boom* *Boom*
But while he was still immersed in the memories of two lives that clouded his mind, Mihara was awakened by a deafening sound.
The enemy ninja was spitting countless small balls of compressed air in the direction of Oza which swirled in the void sweeping up the snowflakes piercing Oza's body like a machine gun.
Oza fell to the ground in his run and the ninja without stopping ran towards Mihara.
Mihara nervously felt his heartbeat quicken, adrenaline coursing through his body as his breath colored by the frigid air, he gripped the cold hilt of his sword tightly with fear trying to keep his cool.
"What should I do? Run away? Fight? Am I in a dream? Is this all even real!"
The enemy ninja holding a Kunai jumped towards him but at the same time further away Oza's body disappeared in a cloud of smoke and from the snowy ground two hands came out and grabbed the feet of the enemy ninja whose pupils contracted in fear.
Oza's head also popped out of the snowy ground and he shouted out loud.
"Miahara now!"
Mihara under the effect of adrenaline, his instinct and the muscle memory of the original owner of his body raised his sword and with a forward leap made a slash cutting in two the body of the ninja front him.
