The Three Body Solution

We all know the drill. 

Teen dies. Preferably painlessly and quickly. 

-Wakes up somewhere else. 

-Waits a couple of days to get used to life on the other side. 

-Gets surprised when he gets some kind of cheat.

- Lives life on easy mode and at the same time works hard like a robot to gain 'power' and to 'Protect those he loves'. 

Its almost like they are the characters in a fanfic with a terrible writer. 

The cheat is usually added with System because the mc doesn't need to experiment with his power. He just knows everything.

The mc is usually an orphan unless he is replacing or is self-inserted into a character from the 'plot'.

The mc goes through the 'plot' on easy mode, yet the story beats remain the same. With minimum changes if possible.

All the women fall in love with his long dingaling and 'handsome' face.

 "You know, that doesn't sound quite bad actually", thought a three-year-old.

Amit was sitting down on a veranda picking his nose.

"Amit! Stop picking your nose!" A mysterious scary voice yelled.

"OK MOM!"

Amit yelled back.

He was a chubby one. Thick round baby face with a belly. 

Yeah, At best considered cute, at worst fat.

"Man, I'm bored!"

Amit has been here for a while now. 

It's been three painful and kind of irritating years. 

it had good and bad moments. 

And one of those bad ones was when he realized that the people were talking in Japanese. 

Yeah....

Just because you traveled to a world, doesn't mean that you understand their language automatically. 

He was so happy that he was born as a baby then. Imagine what would've been had he been isekaied in the body of an adult with no way to speak their language. 

He would've been in so much trouble. 

Anyways, thanks to being a baby and not having much to do, he just kept bugging the people around him and asking and pointing all the time. 

Thanks to his mom he managed to learn the language perfectly. 

Also, a young vocal cord feels so much different than his previous adult one. It still feels weird sometimes when he talks. 

But thankfully he managed. At three years old now, he's capable of almost perfect Japanese. 

Well, almost as in, he can speak the language. He hasn't learned how to read or write it. 

"Sigh...baby steps."

Well, he has time. 

Also one more thing, he is in the world of Naruto. 

Yeah...forgot to mention that. 

It was quite a shock. 

He was giddy and excited when he learned that. He was even more excited when he learned that he was in Konoha. 

But that quickly went away when he also realized that his parents were simply civilians. 

They were not Ninja.

His father was a clerk in the police department.

And they were not Uchiha. 

Or any clan for that reason. His father is an orphan and so is his mother. 

So, suffice it to say that he has been spoiled rotten with their overflowing love. 

Also, being a good boy helps. 

However, one habit that he unfortunately brought back from his previous life is his nose-picking habit. 

He unintentionally does it all the time. And gets reprimanded for it. 

'Well, it didn't go away the last time I tried it. So why bother now?'

Amit kind of gave up on stopping the somewhat gross habit. It's a part of him now. 

Anyways, he was sitting on the veranda picking his nose when he heard a voice.

"Uggghhh, sand. Why is there so much sand? 

Where am I?"

Like a deer staring into bright light, he froze. 

That voice did not come from around him. It was directly in his head. And he did not think that.

"Who was that?" Amit talked to himself.

"Honey is there someone at the door?" Amit's mom yelled.

"No Mom, there is no one at the door. I thought I heard something," Amit yelled back.

"Ok son." 

..' Ok I definitely heard something.' This time he thought to himself. 

"Damn sand. I'm so wet and cold."

This time Amit jumped up. 

'What the fuck is happening??!!!' [Amit]

"Woah who was that? Show yourself!"

'Show myself? You Show yourself you damn creep!!' [Amit]

"Ok, It seems we both can't see ourselves but can hear ourselves." [Mysterious voice]

'Talk about yourself, you're hearing my thoughts somehow.' [Amit]

"That's weird. You've been responding to what I've been saying, not what I've been hearing."

'Yeah, well whatever. Tell me your name.' [Amit]

"Why should I? You tell me your name first."

'OK, how about we both say it simultaneously?' [Amit]

"OK, we would be getting nowhere otherwise. I'll say in three."

'Ok, one two..'

"Haider"

'Haider' [Amit]

"..."

'...'

"What the fuck man? That's my favorite fake name!"

'Fuck you too asshole, that's my favorite fake name too.' [Amit]

"Could it be?"

'Maybe it could.' [Amit]

{Maybe it could what?} (Another voice)

'.....'[Amit]

"....."

'AAAAA, there's another voice in my head!!!!!' [Amit]

"Who the fuck are you?"

{You guys woke me up in my sleep. I woke up terrified with two voices in my head.} (new voice)

'OK, let's calm down guys. First, let's do introductions. My name is Amit.' [Amit]

"Ok, I am also named Amit. I just woke up on a beach randomly and have sand in places I would like to not talk about."

{I also happen to be named Amit. Currently sleeping in a comfy bed.} 

'Ughhh, my head hurts.' [Amit no.1]

"This is an unexpected development. So this is my golden finger." [Amit no.2]

{Golden Finger? Did you just cross over then?} [Amit no.3]

"I think so. Last I remember I was hit by Truck-kun while saving a little girl." [Amit no.2]

'No, you weren't you fucktard.' [Amit no.1]

{You hit your head on the toilet bowl because you slipped.} [Amit no.3]

"Well, fuck you assholes. I ain't saying that to other reincarnators." [Amit no.2]

Amit was rubbing his head in faux pain as he realized how cringy their death was.

'Well, he has a point. Let's go with that for now. We all died saving a little girl from a truck.'[Amit no.1]

{...alright. I second the proposition.} [Amit no.3]

"So, what are we? Reincarnators with the same memories?" [Amit no.2]

{With telepathy added.}[Amit no.3]

'Well, this is one hella messed up situation.' [Amit no.1]

"Or both of you guys are in my head and I've just gone crazy." [Amit no.2]

'Ugghhh, my head hurts. Considering how mentally ill we were before crossing over, his theory makes more sense.' [Amit no.1]