Reincarnated??

"Hey Souta you okay man" asked a gruff looking man

"Huh who are you" asked Souta

"Did those bastards hit yer head" asked the man

"Who" asked Souta

"Those damn sect disciples" answered the man

"I don't know" said Souta

"Don't worry, we bandits take care of our own especially our little pretty boy trainee" said the gruff man as he walked outside of the tent they were in.

Looking around he realized he didn't recognize his surroundings, trying to think back on what happened he remembered he had been surrounded trying to assassinate the leaders of the cartel and lost his life.

'But if I died than why am I here how am I still alive' wondered the now named Souta

Getting up he decided to explore the place, ignoring the dull ache to his head he saw he was in a cave like place and there was shady looking individuals everywhere but it looked like they were preparing for battle with the man who had been there when he woke up at the lead. It seemed that all of the people were planning to go leaving him alone in the enclave.

Souta sighed and went and laid back down, he would wait til everyone returned before figuring out his situation and where he was.

As he laid there he started dozing off and memories started floating through his head starting from childhood to his current teenage years, everything that the previous owner of this body knew was being revealed to him and fusing with his own mind.

Souta watched as a youth with a staff cracked him over the head leading to his death and rebirth causing him to wake with a start. He left the tent again only to see the sunlight that the torches which were the source of light in the enclave had burned out and there was not a sound anywhere.

This was nothing to be concerned about he did not truly know how much time had passed, Souta took a torch from one of the walls before using the coals from the still glowing fire to get it rekindled and started exploring.

He took the torch and lit the other along the way allowing him to have a clear path back, from what the memories he had from his sleep he knew that he was in a bandit camp. He personally didn't think much for these types but the memories from the body's previous owner made him feel a sense of familial affection.

Souta had explored the entirety of the bandit camp and still no one had returned, if they hadn't returned by now then he could only assume they wouldn't be coming back. Souta didn't feel much but a need for vengeance surged through him almost as if the original Souta was demanding him to take up this grudge in his stead.

'I'm not strong enough to fight those disciples, this body is weak' thought Souta trying to ease the sensation but it only came back stronger.

"I can't fight with this amount of strength" said Souta out loud

The feeling grew stronger as if the spirit of the fallen teen wouldn't leave until this was settled, dealing with this predicament Souta knew what he had to do, he would train this body and use the teachings from his past to alleviate himself of this foul feeling.

With that said this world was completely like the fantasy novels he had read when he was younger, this place was focused around martial prowess and pills to supplement the bodies growth to abnormal standards and this being a bandit camp there were many of such pills lying around among other things he would need but it would still be a years time before he could do anything.

With that thought Souta went to the stash house and took out everything he would need, weapons manuals, pills anything that could be of use he would take after all a ninja is not a jack of one trade but master of many.