Chap one (repost)

(Sorry something happened that deleted the chap and I just found out.)

Dying is an unfortunate experience that nobody can escape. Death is an inevitability that cannot be avoided, no matter how much we romanticize or downplay it. It's a terrifying and lonely experience, and I won't even begin to delve into that.

Suffice it to say, dying just sucks. I advise against trying it at home or at any other time in your life.

Instead, live your life to the fullest! Enjoy your moments of freedom and do what you want to do. Why? Because you should make the most of your time on this earth.

I'm not sure if the higher powers have a twisted sense of humor or if they're just messing with me, but I don't appreciate it one bit. Instead of letting me rest in peace when my life was cut short at the age of 17, I was reborn among the living.

Don't get me wrong, I appreciated the second chance at life, but I didn't appreciate the hoops I had to jump through to keep it. The only thing that saved me at the beginning was my memories and my conscious mind. If I hadn't had them, my second chance would have ended as abruptly as my first.

So, what went wrong? Well, everything started when I was born on August 21st as part of a clan that was almost completely massacred. But before we get into the details about my second life, let me tell you a little about my first, which wasn't actually all that bad. I had a loving family who spoiled me as a kid, close friends, did well in school, and had things I wanted to do.

Of course, my life wasn't perfect, but I was okay with that. My biological father wasn't as involved in my childhood as I would have liked, but I had two wonderful father figures: my grandpa and my mother's best friend. They both loved me dearly, and I loved them back. My mother had depression and was on medication that made her zombie-like, but we managed to convince her to get it changed, and she recovered.

My grandmother was like a secondary mother, and we shared a close-knit bond.

The day I died, the last thing that went through my head wasn't something as cliché as "Oh my god, I'm dying! I don't want to die!" It was actually more along the lines of "I hope that everyone will be able to move past any grief this brings them." And then I was dead, the end. I don't want to get into the actual event that killed me, as I'm sure you don't want to read about it either.

Anyway, my second life started out pretty eventful. Why? Well, because I was born on a battlefield during the second ninja war. That's all I remembered before a explosion rocked everything.