•Ara~ ara~ Shota-kun•

If I had told my past self that I would be a studious person who indulged in various theories questioning the laws of the universe and finding the limits I can guarantee you that I wouldn't believe in that. Not at all.

I had never been one to study diligently or someone who did my own research on my own accord and expand my library of knowledge through other means, such being coming up with hypothesis and doing experiments according to it.

We have Google for a reason and I plan to exploit its usage.

But now? Forced with studying from measly books (which were pretty much just a thick stack of papers tied together, mind you) as the only way to adapt in this bizarre world of fiction where not everything follows the laws of the universe back in my world? Yea, I need alot of studying to do.

It's either that or I'm going to die from the law of the jungle; only the strong can live and the weak dies out, survival of the fittest yadda yadda. . .

Or in science —biology— Charles Darwin's theory on human evolution.

Sighing at this misfortune, I continued to salvage the house for any scrolls, books and the likes that correlates with chakra and such.

Sadly, there was none.

And I wasted alot of my energy and time trying to find something that did not exist in the first place. Fuc-

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It was still early afternoon so I took my time in planning my survival in the Narutoverse as well as coming up with theories on the usage of chakra since flipping the entire house in search of a book about chakra proved futile.

(Training was definitely because I wanted to survive. Not because I want to try out the used-to-be impossible jutsus and most definitely not because I wanted to be like Jesus; walking on water.)

Trying to focus on my eyes, I furrowed my eyebrows and whispered "Byakugan."

". . . . ."

Nothing.

The wind whoosed and fluttered my loose kimono yet nothing happened.

What was I thinking?

If the byakugan was that easy to activate then all the Hyūga would have it already. This is so fucking embarrassing thank God Nee-san is not here. My pride would not have taken that well.

Quickly hiding the blush and the weird stance I took in a ridiculous attempt to activate the famed byakugan, I tightened my kimono before going out of the housegate. Also making sure to glance around for any signs of human being who could've done a little sneaky sneaky.

Stupid! Stupid Miko!

Stupid Marie!

I cursed as I walk in a fast pace, further away from the Hyūga compound.

I really wished I could've at least been reborn an Uchiha. Crossing out the Uchiha massacre, it was much easier to activate the sharingan as all I needed was seeing my loved one die, experiencing the desire to protect, a surge of powerful emotions or unbearable pain in general (whether it be emotional or physical pain).

All I needed to activate the sharingan would then be reminiscing my life as Marie Hoshimiya and then blam! stage 1 sharingan available for usage.

But I just had to- had to live as a Hyūga. Even worse, born from the side branch family, which also meant that my connection with the Ōtsutsuki clan is even further than the main branch. (Plus, being a maid? No, I don't think I have that much patience.)

And with less connection to the Ōtsutsuki Clan, there was a decrease of chances in growing stronger than average extras or cannon fodders.

Grumbling some unintelligent noises, I kicked a small unfortunate pebble who happened to block my path with as much force as I could apply.

"Ouch!"

Shit.

"Who kicked this fucking stone?! I swear- " a boyish voice with changing pitch (most likely still in puberty) shouted.

"Language." a more tired voice(and deeper) spoke, interrupting the boy's speech.

"But sensei!" he complained, a tick mark appearing on his unruly head of hair

Before they realised the pebble came from my direction, I quickly fled the scene— only to have the owner of the tired voice block my path.

"You should learn to apologize little girl." the guy in the green vest spoke.

Even without the need to scrutinizing the face hidden under his mask, I can tell that this guy is a jounin. How you might ask?

There are only a few people who has white or silver-ish hair in Naruto. The most famous one— pardon me, husbando number 1 being Naruto's teacher or also famous as Minato's student or most famous of all titles throughout Naruto, The Copycat Ninja.

The guy who has far too much title for me to continue the list, Mr. Worldwide himself, Kakashi of the sharingan!

"Hmm?" he voiced, clearly amused at my panicking self who waved her hands as a reflex action when met with adrenaline rush and sticky situations.

The poor(?) boy who was attacked by my pebble pointed his finger at me. He was tanned and tall, with common brown hair (Minato's hairstyle but uglier, walmart version) looking alot like the guy in Itachi's class in one of the Naruto childhood flashbacks.

"You brat!" he shouted, index still pointing at innocent lil' ol' me.

Mustering the saddest memory I could remember; the day my collectibles (figurines and anime merch) were thrown out and given away to charity, I let a pool of tear well up in my eyes.

"I-I'm  hics . . . S-sorry. I didn't k-know it would hit someone hics!" I spoke through hiccups.

Seeing a pitiable three year old crying from a single shout, the boy must've felt a feeling of discomfort for making the kid cry right?

No.

Instead, his eyebrows went even higher and contorted in a weird way I had no words to describe and nodded, "Yea you should be!"

This fucker. . .

"Now now, she apologized. So all's well that ends well." Kakashi spoke, his hands held waving as if to calm down the boy's swelling pride from bullying kids.

Ah, the crocodile tears are taking effect I see.

"Well then, off you go. Kids shouldn't be running around without adult supervision." Kakashi said whilst giving me a pat in the head.

Adult supervision or not, it doesn't matter. You people give kids weapons and idolize murderers (in a way)! I know it was hypocritical of me to think of that because my world also revered some controversial heroes who can be seen as a villain in another persepective. So in exchange, I will internally thank you for the headpat.

The boy clicked his tongue in annoyance, earning series of snickers from both his teammate.

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Well, to conclude the hunt for unsuspecting shinobi to attack with moe to teach me the art of killing— I mean, growing stronger— was unsuccessful.

(Translation: moe= cute)

Maybe next time. Or in other words, as soon as I take a quick power nap because fake crying is a hard feat that drained much of my mental prowess.

Rerouting my destination back to the Hyūga compound, I trace back from where I walked previously since I don't exactly have GPS with me.

Uh oh.

It seems I forgot about having goldfish memory.

Big uh oh.

This was not the street I took, wait- did I turn left or right? Which is left and right again?

Nevermind I remembered.

Let me just retrace back to the memory of leaving the compound. So I took a left, then walked straight then took a right? No a left.

Oh nein. Sh-shimata. . . .

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I crouched down beside a random shop to take shelter as the wind continuously grew colder and stronger. The first snow arrived and flakes landed on my outstretched palm.

Today really is a shitty day huh? And it's not even a week into this stupid universe yet.

I shivered from the dropping temperature because the kimono I am wearing was made of a material not suitable for winter.

Still crouching, I crossed my elbow above my knee and gathered as much warmth as I could release in hopes of keeping warm.

The sun was long gone and now replaced with a gloomy cloud that rained snow. Frost and glaciers were forming on the buildings. Had it not been for the fact that I was literally freezing to death, I would've taken my time to appreciate the beautiful wondrous of winter.

I lived in a tropical country, so seeing the change in season was breath-taking. You can now see my exhaled breath and that just probed how cold the weather turned out.

The busy footsteps of the market died out as people began to return back home after seeing the change in season and I was now alone in the streets with only one or two strangers lurking around for gods knows whatever they were doing.

The paths were slowly covered in accumulating snow and I could no longer differentiate which road was which, not that I could before but you get the point.

Maybe I'll die from frostbites. I couldn't help but lament over my awful first week in this god damned world.

I sighed. If this will really be how I'll die, the least any existing god could give me was to let me use the byakugan or do some ninjutsu.

As if someone heard my lousy half-assed prayer, a shadow loomed closer.

"What is a Hyūga doing here?" A child-like voice trying to sound mature spoke. Seriously, what is with kids trying to sound older than they were? Do they not know that being an adult is a stick up your ass?

I look up from my elbow to find a pair of white eyes staring back at me. His long brown hair freely swung behind his back and like me, he had bandages wrapped around his forehead. The kid no older than me or maybe a year older wore a plain kimono as well, but he wasn't shivering from the cold like me.

"I forgot the path home." I replied, seeing that this kid was another Hyūga.

"Come. I'll guide you back." he said, slightly annoyed but nevertheless still kind enough to offer guidance to this pitiful three year old.

Brightening at his words, a sudden surge of energy—relief— flowed and I found myself hopping with glee. I grab his small hand with my own tiny hand as a giddy mood came when I realised that I'd finally come home and nowhere near the freezing street.

"O-oi, your hands are cold!" he shouted, cheeks red from the sudden cold hands of mine I intertwined with his.

I apologized and let go of his hand.

Somehow, I couldn't help but notice that this guy reminded me of someone. Someone I subconsciously felt like avoiding while simultaneously feeling the threat of a blush from escaping as well as the quickening of my heart which suddenly made me feel that the cold didn't bother me as much as it did before.

Considering my initial age, feel free to call the FBI or police. But jokes on you, they don't exist here. (Well- the Uchiha police force exist for a different reason.)

But now that it has come to this, I will take this chance to say, ara ara~

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