《Re:Shinobi》The prologue
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MC pov
Truck Sama is Inconsedirate.
The lord truck sama seemed to find it funny to run me over,while i was saving somebodies life.
in addition he blindsided me,i didn't even see him coming.
I would greatly appreciate it truck sama would apologize for such behavior.
I would also appreciate a rematch,the first confrontation was unexpected.
"you viewers might be wondering why i seem to be calling Truck sama inconsiderate and was asking for a rematch".
Well i believe we should commence the story now.
My name is Alexander Mcyln Thompson, I live..well i lived in New York on Roosevelt island,I am a black male of 17 years and 5ft 11inch waying around 115 pounds .
It is an honor to meet you all and thank for choosing to read this horrible fanfic.
This is the story of my death reincarnation,life and death.
Why don't we get started.
Flashback
I woke up on the beautiful morning of Saturday may 2016 at around 11AM, i took a shower had breakfast yadadyadayada.
So today i was going to be hanging out with my friends on my home island island.
I slowly and carefully got dressed and I was wearing slippers,black shorts and a white T shirt.
So creative i know my sense of style is mind blowing.
Roosevelt island is a small island in the middle of Manhattan and queens,that not many people know off.
The people there are really friendly and where having a nice day, nothing out of the ordinary.
It was a sunny day with a slight breeze.
So i was walking to my friends house and i was about to cross the road when i saw this dude that was driving coming at around a thousand-miles per hour towards this girl who was also crossing the road .
I was a bit surprised because people don't tend to speed up on the island so it was unexpected.
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I don't know what made me do it but next thing i know i ran towards the girl and pulled out of the way.
The thing about me is that i am a bit emotionally numb my emotions are not as strong as other peoples emotions so i was surprised when i moved to save her.
I succeeded in moving her but while i was pulling her my slipper flew of my foot.
I mean that they flew like they had been possessed and did all kinds of fantastical tricks before landing on one of my friends head.
I suspected that i should have worn shoes, seems like we can't always ignore our guts.
As i was about to get hit everything seemed to slow down to a crawl.
I saw the details of everything,my friends worried looks the drivers panicked look.
And it suspiciously looked like truck sama was grinning.
Intriguing.
Black that was all i could see for days, months, years i'm not sure.
I lost track of time, and during that time all i did was meditate and wait for judgement .
During the darkness i felt something around me it was hard to explain but it was warm and comforting.
I felt this warm thing going into me(no perverted stuff) so i aided it i don't remember exactly how but i absorbed it.
And time went on this way with me meditating and absorbing this energy.
Soon i began to sense the presence of someone or something near me.
I tried to communicate but they never answered and the fact that i couldn't talk might have had a hand in that.
And then one day out of nowhere i felt like i was being sucked in to a vacuum.
I felt some squishy thing constrict around me pushing me out i wanted to cry for some reason but i didn't, i was to mature to cry.
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Then i heard voices but what they were saying was beyond me .
i opened my eyes and all i could see was blobs blurry blobs.
I got passed to a blob with white eyes and dark blue hair, the closer i got to the blob the more details i could make out.
It was a women with pearl colored eyes which had a tint of pink.
And she was smiled at me .
Hold up i just noticed this but why is she so big like seriously all these people are huge.
And she is also holding someone else that looks suspiciously like a baby.
Then i hear said baby start to cry.
I don't know about you but i hate it when babies cry it just sounds horrible to me.
I wanted it to stop so i moved my hand which for some reason looks like a baby hand and touched it, it then shut up, thank god.
So i need to asses my position, these people are huge i just got pushed out of some squishy place and i stopped a baby from crying and also my hands look like baby hands.
Women i would greatly appreciate if you stop that am trying to think.
The Really pretty lady is playing with me like i am some kind of baby.......................................................This situation could not get any more intrui....g And i fell asleep.
Name: Toshaiki Hyuga
Race: Chakran
Class: The gamer
Titles: The reincarnated(Original WIS, INT and knowledge crossover) Semi sociopath(+4 INT +2 WIS) The dancer(+5AGI +1STR +1DEX +2CON) HYUGA(20% easier to learn Hyuga techniques)
HP:50/50
MP:275/275
LV:1
STR:1+1=2
DEX:1+1=2
CON:1+2=3
AGI:1+5=6
INT:1+25+4+30
WIS:1+30+2=33
Skills:
Ailities:
Gamers mind:MAX
Gamers body:MAX
Byakugan:LV1
Please review and comment
correct my mistakes and thank you for reading
hoped you enjoyed
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