"Your parents are ... dead, Nori-chan"
No
No
No
No
"NOOOOOOOOO!"
My chest hurts. I feel like I can't breathe. Why is this happening? Why me?
"I-it ... it's impossible, my parents ... m-my parents are alive, my parents are alive!"
I looked into my uncle's eyes looking for a little hope ... nothing ...
"Auntie, I-it's a joke ... right?" My legs lost strength, I crawled and clung to my aunt tightly, praying it was a lie ... just a joke.
"T-they're going to come ... they're going to come hug me and bring me my favorite food ... l-like they always do" I begged and prayed it was a bad dream, a nightmare.
My chest hurts more and more, at any moment I will no longer be able to breathe ...
"P-please, uncle" his face was sad. I don't understand, why is this happening?
"Sorry, Nori-chan" they hugged me, I lost all the strength of my body.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" a sea of tears came from my eyes ... please ... let it be just a nightmare.
.....
Hahh
Ten years have passed since the death of my parents ... and five years since the death of my uncles, Daiki-kun's parents.
In this world of ninjas you have to get used to deaths very quickly ...
My parents and uncles were chunin ninjas who survived the third great ninja war, but despite all that, they died.
Lately I have nightmares related to those tragic moments ...
I thought I was over it, but Daiki-kun stops me. He wants to be a ninja, he does not say it with words, but with actions.
I see him leave early in the morning since I let him go out alone, at first I thought he would go out for a few minutes to see the landscapes and that's it.
I realized late, he goes away for a long time and comes back tired.
One day I followed him, I saw him run a lot and then he exercised.
I wanted to tell him to stop, that a four-year-old couldn't do that. But I couldn't, I could see it in his gaze, a determined gaze. Why are you doing this, Daiki-kun?
I don't want it to end up like ... his parents.
They were friends of my parents, they were the ones who raised me when I was alone, they helped me overcome death.
But they died, my aunt was really a fighter, despite having given birth to a baby, she continued doing missions. She said: "we need to do a lot of missions to give our baby a great life!" With a happy face, she really was good, I smiled remembering her.
My uncle always said no and no, but my aunt was very stubborn. He couldn't convince her.
They both ended up dying.
He will soon be five years old. We will have a birthday at the orphanage, something simple, but I hope he is happy.
I'm not going to give up, I'm going to convince him to give up on being a ninja... I don't want to lose him.
...
I am meditating, feeling my chakra.
Since I could feel it, almost 3 years ago, I have been improving little by little, I think.
Now I can feel the chakra circulating throughout my body, like blood in my circulatory system. In the center of my body, as if it were a heart, is my source of chakra, from there everything comes out.
Is it little? I really don't know, I can't compare it to anything. But I have made great progress these years or so I hope.
I need to know what my elemental affinity is, for that I need to buy a special paper that serves the same purpose.
I didn't really do much research in the village, I just trained without paying attention to my surroundings, so I don't know where to get them.
Hahh
I really am stupid.
I have to keep meditating, it seems that the more I do this, even if it is very little, my chakra grows.
I have been thinking about doing chakra workouts, walking on walls and in water.
I'll be ready? I'll check it tomorrow, now it's night.
I looked around me, ceasing to feel my chakra, yes, everyone is sleeping.
Since I am no longer a baby, I do not sleep with them. I am with other children in a room with five bunk beds capable of holding 10 people in total.
Is this room big or I guess I'm still small.
Well, I've done enough meditation, it's time to sleep.