Chapitre 2: A New System
A few days have passed since I was born in this world, I'm in a predicament right now, I need to figure the type of world I'm in before something bad happens, I need to make plans on top of plans that are contingencies to other plans, so many plans, but I'm just a baby and my mother is still recovering from birth labor, meaning I can't get out of house except for feeding, and the language barrier is still a thing.
Every single day since my mom and I were released from the hospital, we've been getting visitors, and it is really annoying, first I can't understand anything they are saying, and whenever they direct their attention to me, they start talking goofy and making weird faces, I KNOW I'M A BABY, BUT SHOW SOME RESPECT I USED TO BE A DEVA!! I started crying to make sure they know I don't like their attitude towards me.
The only one I allow to carry me beside my mother is a teenage girl that I felt some kind of kinship with, she came to see us even at the hospital, her name is Kurenai, and my mom seems really friendly with her, but sometimes I can see them making sad faces and even crying whenever they talk about Shinku and Taro, I don't know who are they but they try to avoid talking about them, yet they fail every time.
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A year has passed since the time I reincarnated in this world, and I learned a few things, number one I was in an anime world, people with natural pink hair or yellow eyes were the first thing I noticed, number two I was in a weird timeline, basic telecommunications are a thing I've seen some people with wireless radios, TVs and some kind of giant cellphones, but there aren't vehicles at least not in this part of town, everyone is either on a cart or on foot, movies and show for kids are a thing as well, thank god those exist they help me with the language barrier, that takes us to the number three people talk Japanese with some English words mixed here and there.
And finally number four, I'm in Konoha meaning I'm in Naruto's world, how I know? That is easy to answer, there is a mountain with giant faces carved in it, which means I'm either near Mount Rushmore or in Naruto, and since my old earth didn't have pink haired people roaming around since birth, I bet my life I'm in Naruto world.
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Another year passed, I'm almost three years old now I'm capable of talking I still sound like a baby but can make full sentences without issue, today is the anniversary of my father and grandfather death, and Naruto's birthday really weird if you think about it, I guess that's one of the reasons people hate him besides the giant fox inside him, anyway this is my first time walking to the cemetery on my own, the last time I was being carried by either mom or aunt Kurenai, we come here every year like many other citizens to present our respect to those that made the ultimate sacrifice during the Nine-Tails attack.
At the distance I was able to see a certain blonde kid, the people stay away and prevented their kids to get near him, But no one dared to whisper a bad thing about him at least not while the Hokage was close enough to hear them.
"Mom, was my dad strong?" I asked, after three year I didn't knew much about him besides that he was a Ninja, the older brother of Aunt Kurenai, and that he died during the Nine-Tails attack.
"Strong? that's not a word I'll use to describe your father, he was weak, he didn't become a Chunin until he was eighteen, he was barely able to do Ninjutsu that others did with ease, his Taijutsu was lacking, and unlike your Aunt his Genjutsu was barely existent" She told me reminiscing her husband, even when she was talking si bad about him, I could see the love in her eyes she still holds for him.
"But he had a different kind of strength, he was passionate, hard working, once he decided to do something he wouldn't rest until he achieved his goal, when we first met, I rejected him a few times, but at the end he won my heart, so even if your father wasn't the strongest ninja out there, I can proudly say, he was the person everyone wanted fighting alongside them" She said with tears forming on the edge of her eyes, she is still hurt about his death.
When the small talk with my mom was over, we started cleaning my father's grave, replacing old flowers with new ones, I neared his grave and put a hand on the ground.
"I didn't have the chance to meet you, but I hope that one day I'll become half the man you were" In my old life as human, I had a loving and caring family, had the chance to spend a long time with both my parents before they died of old age, but this was different I felt something for this man, because I knew he gave his life without thinking twice, for the safety of my new family and every other family on the village.
I could only imagine the amount of pain he felt while his body was being torn by the attacks of the Nine-Tails, a weakling fighting against a natural disaster, I just hoped his Karma was positive enough for him to reincarnate as a Deva or another human at least, thinking about his death, I started reminiscing my time in hell, due to my bad choices I ended in there, reliving all my deaths, the pain, the shame, even if it was just an illusion it felt real, as real as if you put your hand in the fire it will hurt you.
Suddenly pain invaded my right eye, it wasn't unbearable, it was like the type of pain you feel when you got a bruise in your body, is there but you are able to ignore it, when the pain subsided, I heard a ping on my mind and before I get a chance to see what it was a blue screen appeared in front of me.
{Congratulations Host, due to memories of your past life you met the requisite to unlock the system}
L’AVIS DES CRÉATEURS 
Duskstar
Duskstar I did this on my phone expect some mistakes, hope you enjoyed, If you have ideas or suggestions feel free to write them.
quick question who should be love interest? (remember I don't do Harem so pick wisely)
And as always with love, the author.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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