2 Chapter 02 Past Life of the MC

Summary of the previous chapter:

In the previous chapter, The MC was sitting on the rock monument of the First Hokage, and observing the entire landscape of the town. During that time he was able to observe everything and think of each Hokage as they were in history. During this thought, he had remembered how he ended up in Naruto's world and the end of his past life.

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Continuation.....

[Memories of past life]

My name is Juanjo since I could remember, I always wondered how my life would end, I thought it would end at an advanced age, or sacrificing my life for my family, in the end, it was the last, I will summarize the story.

From very early on I was worried that if I slept I might lose a relative, that's why I always stayed awake near them, I was always bored being with strangers, I stayed at home, to take care of them, it was a bit childish, but I still kept holding him until An accident happened, which marked me all my life.

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When I turned eight years old, my family told me that we were going to go to a place of recreation, where I could go to a swimming pool, I was glad, not knowing what could happen.

When we all get ready, and we head to the recreation place. A person in charge of security told us that we had to go to different changing rooms, they did not allow me to go with my mother to the women's changing room, although I protest at the end, they did not want me to go with her, remember I was only 8 years old. My father did not get to go with us, for work reasons. It was at this time that he separated me from my mother, and I went with my he cousin of the same age, we had finished changing and bathing, very quickly.

We left in a hurry to go to the pool, like every child, without measuring the danger. When we got to the pool, I realized that it was almost empty, but the place was huge, there were few people, I did not see my mother anywhere, and I was eager to enter the water.

When I got closer, I heard the voice of a lady, she was saying that where she was was very low, and it was not deep, she did not tell me, but I paid attention to her anyway. I think at this point, if I had been more cautious, or waited for my family to show up, I would have avoided this whole event.

I threw myself into the pool, without measuring the consequences, thinking that I was low, the moment I reached the water, I began to drown, I had never been taught to swim, I struggled to get out of the water or step on a surface, where I can be safe. In the end, I only found a rope that divided the pool for adults, and for children, I held on to the rope, trying to get out of the pool, but in the end, it only helped me breathe a little air, the more I swallowed water, every moment I was drowning, more and more.

In the end, I continued to fight, trying to breathe, but each time, the fight became more difficult. As I had said, the pool was almost empty, lifeguards were nowhere to be found.

When time passed, my fight was almost useless, the only thing I remember, is that when I was struggling to try to get out of the water, I could see myself. When I saw myself, I had reached down and reached out my hand, trying to help me and get out of the water. However, every time he tried to help me, I moved further away from my body, at that moment I began to despair, I looked around, most of the people were talking on their backs, not looking in my direction.

The saddest thing was that nobody looked in the direction where I was, when I realized it, I looked at myself, each time the fight began to give way, and I was no longer fighting, my body was no longer moving. At that moment, I realized that I was beginning to levitate, and I looked down, every moment I kept going up, and my body was further away. When I got to see the entire complex of the parquet, and my body was no longer moving, at that moment I looked up into the sky.

When my vision turned to the sky, I only saw dark clouds, as dark as coal, which made me warm with fear, in the end, I kept going up, without realizing it, I had already forgotten that I was trying to help myself, and I just kept looking clouds.

Of all those dark nines, I could see a point of light, it was so bright, that it attracted me, and I felt safe, I was no longer afraid of dark clouds.

When I approached the light, someone approached me, and said this is your book of life, and gave it to me. The book was large, the cover looked like leather. At the time of opening the book, there were my memories, I could see everything I had done, in that short life of eight years. When I saw myself go through everything I did, I was only able to remember my family.

When the memories ended, I felt calm and relaxed, with peace, without any worries. The moment I closed the book, it disappeared, I didn't care at the time, I just felt relieved and at peace. When I could look forward again, I could see that everything was white, and I came to look at a door, I began to walk, each passing that I took I felt more anxious, calm, and secure.

But when I got to the door where the light was brightest and incandescent, a hand stopped me, I could only appreciate one hand, I couldn't see his face, I only saw his clothes were pure white, I felt safe in the presence of him. When I looked at him with doubts, he only said a few short words that marked my life "It is not your time yet, you must return."

The only thing I thought was to stay, and tell him so that I could stay, and not come back, I didn't have time to talk. Because it was too late, his arms pushed me back, and at that moment I was able to open my eyes.

The moment I opened my eyes, I could see a lady, maybe she did CPR, since the moment she reacts, I started throwing up all the water that I had in my stomach. When I felt like I could walk, I stood up and walked slowly, I looked like a drunkard. I only turned one last time to look at the lady, and I smiled at her, she looked at me with concern, at the end I kept walking I arrived in the children's area, and I sat on the stands. I started to rest and remember everything, I just looked at the sky, everything was detached, a clear sky, without any clouds.

When my family arrived they looked at me strangely, my mother approached me worried if something happened to me, I just told her that I was fine, and I just wanted to rest. She seemed strange to him but she did not insist, since she told him not to worry, because she is fine with me.

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Since that experience, he had not told my parents, and always remembered everything, not to forget that I almost died, for something absurd.

At this time, I told my father to teach me to swim, with him by my side I was safer, I was afraid of deep water, and over time I learned to swim and I was no longer afraid.

One of the problems that every child has at school is bullying, at that time he bullied me. I told my father, and what he told me scared me more, but I also gained a lesson. He told me that "If I let them hit me, without defending myself, he would hit me himself, and the pain would be stronger." I thought about it at the end, I said to myself, if my father hits me, he will be more painful, and from my companions, it will only be mild.

The next day, they looked for me to bother me, the only thing I did was that I started fighting with three of my companions, I hit them all. And what I liked the most was that my teacher applauded me and told me never to let anyone hurt me, and make me strong.

Since that date, I started training, nobody bothered me again. What I learned was that whoever hits first, wins. I was a quiet person until someone bumped into me.

Over time, I turned 10 years old, my family still lived in my grandparents' house, we weren't people who had money, the area was a bit dangerous, that's where I learned to fight, and my father took me to practice karate so that no one intimidates me.

On that date, my mother asked me by chance what happened on that date, when I was 8 years old. When I told her what happened, where I almost died, she just hugged me and started crying. And tell me why I didn't tell him at the time, to thank the lady.

When my father found out, he just sighed and hugged me, he told me that I have to be cautious in everything since the risk is life.

When I became 11 years old, on that date my father's company began to grow. The first thing my mother did was to buy a house, for my family, where we could call home, and not be in someone else's house. My father continued to progress in his business, we did not lack money. The only thing I dedicated myself to was training my body and keep getting stronger.

When I reached 12 years old, my father put me in a state school, it only lasted almost three months, every week, I would fight with someone at school, since the teachers were never going to teach, they only came when there was an exam, and the question, we did it with the book open.

When I told my mother why I fight, she didn't yell at me, he just told me that she should be careful. Since most of the fights were that another student was looking for one of my friends to bully him, he always ended up in a fight. What I told each friend is the same thing my father told me, if you don't defend yourself, don't expect me to defend you, fight and it doesn't matter if he hits you, don't let anyone intimidate you.

Every time someone came to bother a friend, he only observed if he defended himself, if he did not defend himself, he would not help him, I am not a hero, if he defends, I would go, and my whole group. Most of the time it ended in group fights. They could never beat me.

After three months of being in the national school, my parents took me out and sent me to a private school. The situation was calm, the school passed calmly without incident.

When I was going to finish school, I always thought about what happened when I was a child, I could never have an answer.

When I was about to finish school, my mother entered a church, where they went on missions to places of extreme poverty, where they took things for the neediest. When she saw the children receive clothes, and show a happy smile, she made me happy, it is as if she had discovered something. I started campaigning for those most in need, I was able to collect tons of clothes and food.

When I realized that only they are always going to wait, and reach out, without any effort, I realized that I was wrong. If I continue with the same thing, they will never progress, and they will always be in the same situation. She reminded me of a phrase, my grandfather always told me, "If you give fish to a hungry man, you nourish him in one day. If you teach him to fish, you will nourish his whole life."

When I stopped helping, I devoted myself more to my studies, and I studied engineering.

When I finished my career, I returned to the same town, they were still under the same circumstances, I only offered them the knowledge, they had the option of rejecting.

The community accepted, they were going to work for free, and they were only going to spend on buying me food and a home to live in.

To describe the town, it was an area where water was abundant, the bad thing was that the water was combined with mud or earth, and it was dirty water, imagine chocolate, that's how water is in that town.

The first project was to build a natural filter where it purifies the water and can be consumable. The other project was to bring water from a small stream to the town. The two projects were carried out in favor of the community, until for the first time in that community they were able to drink clean water, and no longer drink the dirty water that they were used to.

The next project was to provide them with electricity, since they do not have electricity, it was not my specialty, but I took a friend and he helped us. We draw the natural electricity, with the force of the river current, it caused electricity to be generated. That small town began to grow, and teach the other communities.

At this time I got to investigate all the history of my country and the main countries. I investigated the two world wars, where I was surprised by the reality of the story. I realized that it is no good or bad, only the winners are the good guys and the villains the losers. For me, it seems they were all bad.

I started arguing with my mother because she always supported a genocidal country, she told me that they are the children of God and she cannot say anything to him, and it is blasphemy. That same country or people in the world war was persecuted and massacred. But now they are doing the same with other people. (Author: You know what country I mean.)

When my mother came to investigate, she no longer defended them again, she only defends a small group, which already almost exist in the same country where they are. Even that small group are oppressed by their own country, for defending the other people. How ironic life is.

One of the things is that with my father we always watched Dragon Ball, I guess he was the one who started me in the world of anime, it was the only anime we saw together, then my father didn't see anything else. When I wanted to see the continuation of the anime, I found out about the manga, they were more detailed and explicit. When I finished the manga, I also discovered the light novels and the fanfic, I liked them, I stopped watching anime and only read novels, or sometimes manga. This continued until the last days.

With my father, I learned to go on an adventure, in an unexplored virgin forest, where there are wild animals. When my father told me to have an affair, I didn't think about it and accepted. He taught me how to venture into the jungle or survive in a wild environment.

During one of these trips, as always he carried a pistol and a shotgun, to scare away the tigers. At that moment I had felt in the back that someone was watching me as if he wanted to warn me of danger, I always paid attention to the discomfort or instinct of my body, when I turned my body I could see the wild tiger looking at me, I did not believe the first to my father until he appeared close to me and fired into the air, he walked away and did not hurt me. On that occasion, we went with a group of seven people, were discovering such beautiful landscapes, different colored lagoons, huge trees, it was like traveling in the past, it was one of the best memories.

My mother told me that she will find a woman that she can trust, and love, I lost three opportunities because I was afraid of being rejected, I was not brave and I always regret that for not telling them how I felt, I always start to think what would have happened if I would have said. When the fourth woman appeared, and I said, I accept. When I met the other three again, I found out from her friends that they were always in love with me, they just waited for me to tell them, but it never happened and we got away from. It would have changed my story, if I had been braver, it is better to take a risk and never regret not telling him what they feel.

On the last day of my life, I had gotten up very early, today we were going to visit a tourist site. We had breakfast, and we began to leave the house that you had bought near the virgin forest, when we were walking to get to the viewpoint where you can see the whole city, we would meet to take a photo, and think that it was the last photo we were going to. to have. When we appreciate the whole city of pure trees and colonial houses we rejoice. My family went ahead and I stayed a while more in the viewpoint with my mother, when I was looking at the city I felt an imminent danger, do not hesitate and throw my mother in a safe place, it was a small ravine for one person, where I was going to be safe when I looked at the sky, I only saw rays forming, and in a flash, it got bigger. I could only turn in the direction where my mother was and I smiled at her, I only had time to say two words "Fight, and Live".

My surroundings turned white...

To be continue....