Chapter 2

The reincarnation theme was something that I was familiar with since I used to read some manga and web novels to relieve myself back in the day

The first thing that I wanted to known, and I was luck to get to know it was about this world, when you're from earth and get to reincarnated in another world then you managed to heard the word "chakra" what's the first thing that would come to your mind?

Naruto

As an old man who managed to reached 111 years old, I had forgotten a lot of things, but this particular show was something that I still remembered, I mean how can you forget something that you watched when you were a kid, a teenager and something that you watched with your kids together again.

And if that wasn't enough, you watched the show with your grandchildren who wanted to watch it with you, so you had no choice but to do it. But that's not the end. The children of your grandchildren also forced you to watch the show with them.

Now, tell me how would you easily forget the show? Huh.

That's what happened to me, even though I was so old, I still remembered the damn show quite well, so when I discovered that I was reincarnated in the naruto world, I had mixed feeling, but the one that topped them all was fear.

Knowing how this world works, I was sure that it wasn't going to be easy.

And like I said, Shit didn't get easy at all, because after living years in this world I was hit by its hardships.

The first hardship was the language barrier. I wasn't a Japanese back on earth, so I had to spend years to understand and be able to speak Japanese.

And it took me eight years to be able to understand, talk and read Japanese, by the time I was able to do that, I discovered that I was labeled as a weirdo at the orphanage i stay for reasons I didn't even know why.

I never bothered myself with kids since I found myself very uncomfortable with them around me, I'm a grown ass man in a baby's body don't except me to act like a kid, so most of the time I was alone minding my own business.

The second hardship that hit me was the fact that I was normal as in too normal, black hair and eyes and what worse was the fact that I had almost no chakra in me. Not "almost" let's just say I had no chakra.

No tree or water walking for me

I was too normal, but that didn't stop the samurais from training me. This was the warring state period, where peace was nothing but a dream. That why every male was forced to train and fight.

I must say, the samurai's ways of training are way crueler than the shinobis I saw on the show, at very young age I was sent to war.

"The best way for a samurai to learn is by fighting"

Those fucking words had me suffered so much. I've been on the death door a lot of times , but I somehow survived till this day.

For someone so normal like me, who couldn't augment his body with chakra or produced chakra slashes from his blade, I was used like a torch by others.

"If that normal guy(me) can survive every time , then so can we. "

So, I was respected by others in a weird way, but still it didn't change the fact that I was too weak for a samurai.

I never wanted to be weak nor did I want to be strong, but after years in this world, my wish of becoming strong was fueled by my desire to live.

But, I'm starting to feel like that wish will never be granted to me,

I'm already 22 and I am going to die

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"Okuni..Okuninushi..Okuninushi!"

The sharp voice woke me up from my recovery sleep and made me lazily looked at the person who called me.

"Captain Zamura-sama" I instantly wanted to stand and bow, but then I realized that I was not in any condition to do that.

'My whole upper body is wrapped with bandages' my thoughts were cut short by the metallic sounds of sword mixed with the sound of men crying that could be heard outside of the tent.

"Seems like you have already figured out was is going on...the enemy's reinforcement is here and there's too many of them. I hate say this but we need to return to the village".

" Fall back, huh"

"Yes, but that's where another problem rise, we can't help all of you here"

Hearing that, I looked at the other injured samurais and saw that they were being handed down kento(dagger like sword)

"So, there's no other way?" I asked while looking at Zamura who also pulled a kento and gave it to me.

"A samurai always puts his pride and honor first, we shall remember you all," Said Zamura out loud for everyone in the tent to hear him then he bows and left the tent.

"Instead of being captured by the enemies, they want us to kill ourselves before that happened

 Sigh, Japanese and their suicide tradition