Capítulo 1: Reincarnated into Ghost of Tsushima
[First before you read this fic i want to explain something.
Each time he will reincarnate his body will "reset" what i mean by that is that he will only keep things that have to do with the mind and soul (like knowledge, magic,...) so if he want to become strong he will have to do it from the start (not as a baby everytime, sometime he will be reborn as a teenager, a young adult, or even an old guy)
Anyway now that that's explained, have good chapter !]
I woke up to a bright, blinding light. At first, I thought I'd slept in and left the blinds open, but i wasn't in my bed. I wasn't in my apartment. The last thing I remember was that i was drinking with an old buddy of mine, ether i'm dead or i'm fucking drunk.
My body felt strange. Too light. Too small. I looked at my hands "What the hell ?" Tiny. Child-like. Even my voice was too high too be an adult voice. I wasn't in my own body anymore.
"Shuji, are you awake ?" I heard a woman's voice. It was sweet and warm like i was put into a thick blanket. And it called my name. Well at least i know i'm still me in name.
I turned to the woman who called me. She had long, dark hair tied into a simple bun, wearing traditional Japanese robes. Her eyes were soft but tired. Her presence was for an uknow reason to me, comforting.
Before I could process any more of it, the woman leaned down and gently pulled me to my feet. Her hands were firm but gentle, her voice soothing as she spoke in Japanese. She said something to me, something I couldn't make out, but I got the gist of it.
She wanted me to follow her...and Jin ? Who's Jin ?
That's when i saw a little boy, a bit shorter than me, his face was a curious mix of caution and quiet interest, he fixed le for a moment before looking away.
The next few days were a blur of confusion and slow realizations. I had been reincarnated, that much was clear. This wasn't some weird dream or a drunken blackout. I was in feudal Japan, or something very close to it. The woman who had spoken to me that first morning was Chiyoko Sakai, my new mother. She is the little sister of the Jito. Jin is my younger brother by a few months.
The language barrier was a struggle. I barely knew any Japanese. Simple words and phrases like : Yes, No, Hello,... were all I could manage.
Despite the confusion, there were some things that i understood pretty easily. We are a family of samurai, our father, Kazumasa Sakai, is the head of clan Sakai and the right hand of the Jito, Lord Shimura. Who is also my mother's brother, making him my uncle.
Anyway, me and Jin were trained in the way of the bushido pretty early, at 5 year old he already started making us train with wooden swords.
While Jin wasn't thrilled by this training he was pretty good with a sword in his hand.
As for myself i was average i'd say but learning how to protect oneself in a time without internet and all the comfort we got in modern times is the minimum so i didn't complain. But what made me a bit behind Jin was that i wasn't used to me new body yet, so i was a bit clumsy at first.
One afternoon, after a particularly exhausting training session, I found Jin perched in a tree, high up on a thick branch, staring at the horizon.
"You're going to fall one of these days." I said, my Japanese still awkward but passable.
Jin looked down at me, a small smile on his face "Not if I'm careful." And i snorted at that.
The next year passed with slow, steady progress. My Japanese improved, though I was still far from fluent. Training became a routine, and slowly, I started to get better. My body grew stronger, more agile, and i became as good with a sword as Jin, but only because i trained more than he did. He prefered playing with a flute or write Haïku with our mother.
A few month later we met a kid named Ryuzo.
He was a bit rough around the edges, a boy from a less privileged background, but we clicked with him immediately. Unlike Jin, who was quiet and reserved, Ryuzo was outgoing and full of energy. He wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty, and he had a mischievous streak that often got us into trouble. I could see that he was jealous of Jin and i situation but i never thought much about it, we're kids after all. It'll go aways as we grow.
The three of us would play in the fields near our home, often pretending to be samurai on grand adventures. Jin, despite his reluctance toward swordplay, would join in, though he'd sometimes sneak off to climb trees or explore high places around the village while Ryuzo and I sparred with sticks. Jin had this weird obsession with heights, he loved climbing anything and everything. Trees, walls, rooftops… if he could scale it, he would.
One day, Ryuzo got the brilliant idea to go to Iki Island. He had overheard some of the adults talking about it, and his imagination ran wild with tales of pirates and treasure. Of course, Jin and I were intrigued, though I knew it was a reckless idea.
"We can steal one of the boats." Ryuzo suggested one afternoon.
"Are you insane ?" I shot back, even if a part of me was tempted by the idea "We'll get caught before we even leave the shore."
But Ryuzo was persistent and we finally accepted.
At night we headed to the beach. Ryuzo had somehow managed to find a small fishing boat, and we began to push it toward the water.
"Stop right there !" We froze and within minutes, we were dragged back to the village, where our fathers awaited us with stern expressions. That night, we were punished and had to do what our servants usually did. Cleaning, carrying boxes of materials or bunch of other things, working in the kitchen,...
Our father Kazumasa Sakai, was a strict and disciplined man. He spent most of his days training or attending to matters outside the estate. His duties often took him away, dealing with bandits, pirates, and criminals at the order of our uncle, Lord Shimura.
Around the same time, our mother, Chiyoko, started to fall ill. At first, it was just a cough, nothing serious, or so we thought. But over time, her condition worsened. The healers came, bringing herbs and remedies, but nothing seemed to work. Chiyoko grew weaker with each passing day.
Jin and I spent our days by her bedside, watching helplessly as the illness took its toll. There were moments when she would smile at us, her voice soft and reassuring, but those moments became rarer as the month went by.
When she passed away when we were 7 years old. The weight of grief crushed our family. Jin took it especially hard. He had always been the closest to our mother. One evening, after the funeral rites were performed, Jin disappeared.
I searched the estate, calling his name, but there was no sign of him.
As the hours dragged on i realized he had run away.
Father was furious. He sent out riders to search the nearby forest, and I joined them, searching the woods for any trace of Jin.
We found him after three days. Huddled beneath a tree, weak from hunger and exhaustion.
He was barely conscious when we brought him back home, and for days after, he didn't speak. The loss of our mother had broken something inside him, and it took months before he started to return to his usual self. Or at least it seemed so.
[Fuck that was difficult to write ! I had to search every informations i could find on the Wiki and had to replay the game (and the DLC) just to write this fic (at the end i will need to play the game at least a hundreds time to finish this story (unfortunately there's a lot of informations that aren't on the Wiki, like why did they try to go to Iki when they were young, so i had to invent some things)
Anyway what do you think of this first chapter ? Good ? Bad ? Not enough ?
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