I woke up from my sleep when I saw a ray of light. I could feel my body being gradually squeezing .Intense rigorous movements accompanied with a sudden change in temperature , left me with intense pain. It did not last long but the pain felt in those moments made me want to burst out my anguish. It did bubble up only to come out as a cry.
After mere moments, midwife in high spirits handed me to a man, supposedly my father. He had a merry look on his face when he held me up in his hands.
The midwife proceeded to look after my mother after she had a little talk with the man who had a delightful look.
I did not understand their language but knew that everyone was cheerful and lively.
Before I could access my surroundings my body gave in to the fatigue from being born. My infant body only had one urge which was to dive into the state of sleepy.
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| After one month |
It's been quite some time since I was born. Nothing exciting occurred during this time. All I could was eat, sleep and sit.
Apparently I am in a world where supernatural energy called chakra exists. Chakra can be used to split out fireball from mouth , create boulders and enhance physical strength to the level one can destroy said boulders along with many other unbelievable things.
There are machineries/soldiers who use this supernatural energy to do various missions assigned to them ; preferably stealth related. Such individuals are called the Shinobi.
This new place is not technologically advanced like modern Japan. Most of the technology is built around the use of chakra. Houses are made from wood ,stone and steel. Infrastructure seems to resemble medieval Japan. The language and culture also resembles a lot to Japan's cultural language.
I was pondering why I am in this place but to no avail. After spending a month in this new world it was clear this place is not Earth.
Also I have been given a name by my new family.
Man:" Urahara! How is my son!" He said in a funny way.
This person is my father. His name is Tetsui Kurosaki. He is a Shinobi. He he is over 6 feet tall and has a ripped body. he has black spiky hair and eyes with no other special features which could make him stand out in a crowd. Sometime after my mother came into the room to feed me.
My mother is a beautiful lady. One cannot believe she is a mother of two childs. she has beautiful blond straight hairs. I cannot believe how my father scored such a beauty. she held me in her embrace breastfeed me.
I also have a sister who is 3 years older than me. she is also blonde and loves to play with me : rather tease me.
I was fascinated by chakra I wanted to learn about it. Thus I spend my infant days doing two things. Firstly, observing my father training his body and chakra control along with practicing his to techniques. Secondly, trying to mimic him and control my own chakra.
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It's been an year since I've been born in this village. I have head full of silky and shiny black hair. I thank God that I have eye and facial features similar to my mother. I am not saying my father is ugly. Infact he is good looking but not so much as my mother. I have learned the language of this place. My family considers me a genius because I learned to speak words before I was even six months old. I can speak fluently ,and could out wit adults with my vocabulary in a game of diction.
Fuyuki :"Shizuku come with your brother to the dining table for breakfast"
Shizuku :"Okay mummy. Where is Urahara? I cannot find him. "
Fuyuki :"He might be in the garden. "
I was in the garden meditating to practice chakra control when I saw a four year old girl coming for me - my sister Shizuku.
Shizuku :"Urahara why do you do this boring sitting thing like father. "she said to me in an hyper active fashion.
Urahara :"I get a high from it. " I said in a cheeky way. (author: What I mean was warmth.)
Shizuku :"I do not understand" trying hard to understand a genius's words.
I could not hold back my chuckle seeing her adorable face. Her lower lip protruded in a sulky pout.
Fuyuki :"You both are chatting. Come quick breakfast is getting cold. "glaring at us.
Me and Shizuku :"ooaky moomy. "
My father was already at the table. He is a Shinobi though he don't tell us about his work.
Urahara :"Will you teach me some jutsu(techniques). "
Tetsui :" You are too young. When you reach five years of age, you will learn to become a ninja (Shinobi) like me. How is your chakra concentration technique doing? "He asked to me.
This training method is done by placing a leaf over an individual's forehead and having them direct all their chakra onto the leaf, using it as a focal point to prevent it from falling.
Urahara :" I can hold one leaf on my forehead"
Tetsui :"This exercise is used by Academy teachers as a way to teach students how to control their chakra more effectively. However, the true purpose of the exercise is actually to hone the individual's concentration and to keep their mind from becoming distracted. only those who have worked hard on their ability to concentrate can become excellent Shinobi. For now just do your chakra training and meditation to increase your chakra reserves. "
In his head Tetsui thought :'Amazing! He is only one years old. How can he do it so well. His enthusiasm to learn jutsu is understandable but the perseverance is not.'
Urahara :" I am trying to stick more than one leaf so as to camouflage in it. "
Tetsui :" Your idea to use it is not bad. Don't worry you'll do it. "
'He is also trying to find its applications in other fields. His idea is also good but it will require a high amount of chakra control.'
Fuyuki :"Gosh!Talk about something else while eating. Urahara is just a child. Don't turn him into a training manic. He does not play with other kids. "
Tetsui :" Don't worry he will be fine"
Everyone is cheerful. It is a pleasure to have a loving family but....."hope I don't jinx it"
Spoiler Alert I did. Alas!
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Protagonist in the story will not be overpowered.
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