A young girl finds herself reincarnated into a survivor of the Uchiha massacre. To survive, she'll need every power, trick, and technique she can steal. Trouble is, if it can happen once, it's probably happened before...
Your name is Mary Kingston, and you are fourteen years old. You like hanging out with your few friends, reading books and watching anime. If you'd survived to various points of young adulthood, you'd have shaken your head in dismay at your 'shit taste'; so to speak. You instinctively trust authority, you run to teachers and parents. You'd like to think you're pretty smart, and you are - even got skipped ahead a grade - and you mayyyyybe have a crush on your best friend.
You have also been hit by a truck at high speed, and can see your legs all the way on the other side of the road; so none of that will be of particular relevance to you any longer. Except for that bit about shit taste in anime, we're getting to that part later. Being bisected by a truck is understandably very painful, and you are currently making incoherent but pained-sounding noises as you die horribly. It wasn't as if you'd done anything to deserve it - the worst thing you'd ever done was be mean to that one girl, and she'd started it.
Whether by overzealous karmic retribution or simply bad luck, you breathe your last breath and the world fades away.
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Mary woke up, which was surprising in and of itself. She didn't find herself staring up at a hospital ceiling, nor in an ambulance at the scene of the accident. Instead, she found herself staring at the most high-definition dirt she's ever seen. It reminded her of the first time switching from a DVD to a blu ray as a little kid. She could make out details that she'd never even known were missing. She looked up and saw a blur of dark clothing and red eyes vanish into the night.
Around then she noticed the bodies. Not just a couple of bodies, but dozens and dozens killed in every manner imaginable. A few looked like they'd been able to put up a fight, but most of them seemed to have died running. Mary panicked - she knew intellectually that these kinds of things happened, but to her, they'd been constrained to the pages of a history textbook or a news report. They didn't happen here.
She scrambled backwards on too-powerful limbs, kicking up dirt. She was at once utterly unfamiliar and familiar with her own body, a stranger and herself. Fire burned in the distance, and she could smell something she told herself was cooking meat because that meant that it wasn't the smell of burning corpses. Because people aren't meat, aren't left to burn where they fell.
Her limbs suddenly started to burn, and then her chest and then everywhere. It felt like someone replaced her blood with fire and she couldn't speak because she was too busy screaming. Her eyes felt like they were going to melt, and her limbs are a confusing mess of phantom images. She saw what will be over what is and nothing made sense anymore.
Her eyes receded back to their new natural black, the spinning red and black pinwheel fading. The world made sense again, if only for a moment. Mary breathed in, trying to calm herself. She had to get out of here; before whoever did this returned.
She managed to steady herself, keeping her hands from itching at her skin. She no longer felt such terrible, constant pain - but she felt something moving beneath her skin, and it disturbed her. She could feel it in the air, too, or something like it. The stuff in the air was cold and dead, ash to the fire that burned inside her.
Mary tried to stand and merely stumbled for all the good it did, but Hisana didn't stumble and so the girl who was both Hisana and Mary managed to get to her feet after all. She saw the bodies that were at once her friends and family; then at the same time strangers who had barely been ink on paper. Then, almost all at once, she felt the fire fade. Her vision became a mess of grey blurs, and she fell.
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Hisana awoke in a hospital bed. Then she recoiled at what she'd just thought. Wasn't she Mary, and this girl whose body she'd hijacked Hisana? Only, no, that wasn't quite right. She could quite clearly remember her boring, everyday life and Hisana's early life. In her memories it was idyllic, though with her new perspective it was also mildly terrifying. The window opened up onto an iconic, if fictional, cityscape. If she held any doubts as to her location; the four faces carved into the mountain quashed them. She had somehow awoken in the body of a female Uchiha in the last moments of the massacre; placing her squarely in the middle of the plot of Naruto.
Which was bad, because Mary was about as qualified to be a badass ninja as she was any other kind of badass - not at all. She could only hope that she hadn't replaced Sasuke; but her memories of before the massacre were still hazy.
But if Mary couldn't do what she needed to do; then perhaps Hisana could. She could still feel the vaguely prickling heat within her that she now knew was chakra, and she could feel that same heat emanating from various directions - was that other people's chakra? If it was, she couldn't see how anyone in the series got useful information out of it; and Hisana's scattered memories proved useless there. She hadn't been taught anything about it, and she didn't seem quite nearly so sensitive to it prior to their... merging.
Hisana remembered one more thing about arriving here. Using something she'd long been taught, be never expected to need, she channelled power to her eyes. The world gained a slight red tinge, and she saw fire. It was stunningly natural a thing to do, somehow. She saw the flow of power through walls, the vast sea of quiet puddles and raging oceans in the village below, and she saw her own movements before they happened. In the hand mirror on her bedside table, she saw her single tomoe spinning against a red glow.
[x] Try to figure out who, exactly, you are. Are you just some formerly nameless Uchiha, a sibling to Sasuke and Itachi that was never in the manga, or a replacement for Sasuke? [x] Question your assumptions based on outside knowledge. What's like canon, and what isn't? [x] Run away. You're in Konoha, and this place gets attacked all the time - no way you're staying!
[x] Try to figure out who, exactly, you are. Are you just some formerly nameless Uchiha, a sibling to Sasuke and Itachi that was never in the manga, or areplacement for Sasuke?
[x] Try to figure out who, exactly, you are. Are you just some formerly nameless Uchiha, a sibling to Sasuke and Itachi that was never in the manga, or a replacement for Sasuke?
Well, I do appreciate a quest where the author appears to have a specific story in mind.
[X] Question your assumptions based on outside knowledge. What's like canon, and what isn't?
Isn't Hisana the name of a particular fanfiction protagonist with this exact premise...? 'Of Hugs and something like Chokeholds'? Awful title, of course, but this premise very close.
[x] Try to figure out who, exactly, you are. Are you just some formerly nameless Uchiha, a sibling to Sasuke and Itachi that was never in the manga, or areplacement for Sasuke?
[x] Try to figure out who, exactly, you are. Are you just some formerly nameless Uchiha, a sibling to Sasuke and Itachi that was never in the manga, or areplacement for Sasuke?
[X] Try to figure out who, exactly, you are. Are you just some formerly nameless Uchiha, a sibling to Sasuke and Itachi that was never in the manga, or a replacement for Sasuke?
[x] Try to figure out who, exactly, you are. Are you just some formerly nameless Uchiha, a sibling to Sasuke and Itachi that was never in the manga, or areplacement for Sasuke?
[x] Try to figure out who, exactly, you are. Are you just some formerly nameless Uchiha, a sibling to Sasuke and Itachi that was never in the manga, or areplacement for Sasuke?
[X] Question your assumptions based on outside knowledge. What's like canon, and what isn't?
Isn't Hisana the name of a particular fanfiction protagonist with this exact premise...? 'Of Hugs and something like Chokeholds'? Awful title, of course, but this premise very close.
Well, sort of. Hisana/Sarah drowns, in that one, and Sausage is for sure a thing. Here it's Truck-senpai who sets up this exchange program opportunity for his cute little kouhai, and Sausage is maybe a thing.
[X] Try to figure out who, exactly, you are. Are you just some formerly nameless Uchiha, a sibling to Sasuke and Itachi that was never in the manga, or a replacement for Sasuke?
[x] Try to figure out who, exactly, you are. Are you just some formerly nameless Uchiha, a sibling to Sasuke and Itachi that was never in the manga, or a replacement for Sasuke?
[x] Try to figure out who, exactly, you are. Are you just some formerly nameless Uchiha, a sibling to Sasuke and Itachi that was never in the manga, or a replacement for Sasuke?
Oh boy it's a Tekomandor quest I look so much forward to this
Your name is Mary Kingston, and you are fourteen years old. You like hanging out with your few friends, reading books and watching anime. If you'd survived to various points of young adulthood, you'd have shaken your head in dismay at your 'shit taste'; so to speak. You instinctively trust authority, you run to teachers and parents. You'd like to think you're pretty smart, and you are - even got skipped ahead a grade - and you mayyyyybe have a crush on your best friend.
Instinctively trust authority. Oh, this is going to be fun! I guess it makes sense that no one is voting to run away. Also, a crush on your "best friend". Hmmm.
You have also been hit by a truck at high speed, and can see your legs all the way on the other side of the road; so none of that will be of particular relevance to you any longer. Except for that bit about shit taste in anime, we're getting to that part later. Being bisected by a truck is understandably very painful, and you are currently making incoherent but pained sounding noises as you die horribly. It wasn't as if you'd done anything to deserve it - the worst thing you'd ever done was being mean to that one girl; and she'd started it.
Whether by overzealous karmic retribution or simple bad luck, you breathe your last breath and the world fades away.
So @Tekomandor I have to ask... are you deep enough into into Japanese isekei stories that bringing in truck-san was a deliberately ironic choice, or was it a more innocent choice made out of not being that deeply familiar with the material?
Okay, isekei. This site will give you a good primer. We might call it "portal fantasy", being transported into a fantasy world. It's huge in Japanese web novels and light novels right now, and it has a big subgenre of "reincarnation fantasy", that is where the protagonist an ordinary Japanese person (often an otaku) who is killed and the reincarnated into a fantasy world, often as an infant. By the way, if you're wondering if Dreaming of Sunshine was inspired by this, I asked the author once and she seemed to have no familiarity with the trope in Japanese stories. To be fair, DoS is an old story and I think it actually predates the isekei wave.
Aaaaaanyway, the point I was coming around to is that by far the most cliched method of sending the protagonist off on their reincarnation fantasy is to have them struck by a truck, often while pushing someone else out of the way. It's gotten to the point where the cliche is often parodied as a joke. Fans will joke, "Truck-san is coming for you! Truck-san cannot be evaded; he will kill you!" Check out the first episode of the anime Konosuba to see them do a whole gag about it.
So you can see why I asked if you were doing it ironically, because it's an important hint about how seriously we're supposed to take this whole thing.
Around then she noticed the bodies. Not just a couple of bodies, but dozens and dozens killed in every manner imaginable. A few looked like they'd been able to put up a fight, but most of them seemed to have died running. Mary panicked - she knew intellectually that these kinds of things happened, but to her they'd been constrained to the pages of a history textbook or a news report. They didn't happen here.
Every manner imaginable? Yeah right. I bet Itachi didn't defenstrate any of them. I bet none of them were drowned, though I can't rule it out. I'm pretty damn sure none were shot. None of the died a wasting death of polio, I'd wager. (Briefvoice goes on to grind the joke into dust, which we will omit for audience sanity. -Ed)
She scrambled backwards on too powerful limbs, kicking up dirt. She was at once utterly unfamiliar and familiar with her own body, a stranger and herself. Fire burned in the distance, and she could smell something she told herself was cooking meat, because that meant that it wasn't the smell of burning corpses. Because people aren't meat, aren't left to burn where they fell.
Her limbs suddenly started to burn, and then her chest and then everywhere. It felt like someone replaced her blood with fire and she couldn't speak because she was too busy screaming. Her eyes felt like they were going to melt, and her limbs are a confusing mess of phantom images. She saw what will be over what is and nothing made sense anymore.
Hisana awoke in a hospital bed. Then she recoiled at what she'd just thought. Wasn't she Mary, and this girl whose body she'd hijacked Hisana? Only, no, that wasn't quite right. She could quite clearly remember her boring, everyday life and Hisana's early life. In her memories it was idyllic, though with her new perspective it was also mildly terrifying. The window opened up onto an iconic, if fictional, cityscape. If she held any doubts as to her location; the four faces carved into the mountain quashed them. She had somehow awoken in the body of a female Uchiha in the last moments of the massacre; placing her squarely in the middle of the plot of Naruto.
Which was bad, because Mary was about as qualified to be a badass ninja as she was any other kind of badass - not at all. She could only hope that she hadn't replaced Sasuke; but her memories of before the massacre were still hazy.
Well she ought to be able to determine her approximate age quickly enough.
But if Mary couldn't do what she needed to do; then perhaps Hisana could. She could still feel the vaguely prickling heat within her that she now new was chakra; and she could feel that same heat emanating from various directions - was that other people's chakra? If it was, she couldn't see how anyone in the series got useful information out of it; and Hisana's scattered memories proved useless there. She hadn't been taught anything about it, and she didn't seem quite nearly so sensitive to it prior to their... merging.
Taught nothing about chakra? Odd. Or does she just mean nothing about sensing chakra?
Hisana remembered one more thing about arriving here. Using something she'd long been taught, be never expected to need, she channeled power to her eyes. The world gained a slight red tinge, and she saw fire. It was stunningly natural a thing to do, somehow. She saw the flow of power through walls, the vast sea of quiet puddles and raging oceans in the village below; and she saw her own movements before they happened. In the hand mirror on her bedside table, she saw her single tomoe spinning against a red glow.
[x] Try to figure out who, exactly, you are. Are you just some formerly nameless Uchiha, a sibling to Sasuke and Itachi that was never in the manga, or a replacement for Sasuke?
[x] Try to figure out who, exactly, you are. Are you just some formerly nameless Uchiha, a sibling to Sasuke and Itachi that was never in the manga, or a replacement for Sasuke?
[x] Try to figure out who, exactly, you are. Are you just some formerly nameless Uchiha, a sibling to Sasuke and Itachi that was never in the manga, or a replacement for Sasuke?
*yet another straw added to the camel named "If Broken Start A Naruto Quest"*
I will not give in dammit.
[x] Try to figure out who, exactly, you are. Are you just some formerly nameless Uchiha, a sibling to Sasuke and Itachi that was never in the manga, or a replacement for Sasuke?
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