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You chose: <Iwagakure>

<Please choose in which family you would like to be born.>

If you choose to be born into a <Shinobi Clan>, please proceed to >23<.

If you choose to be born into a <Civilian Family>, please continue below.

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You chose: <Civilian Family>

"B-Buh!" You wave your small hands at a woman, who smiles kindly at you. She has light brown hair and eyes that are bright green.

A man enters. He squeezes your cheeks and cooes at you something you don't really understand, but you giggle anyways. You don't know why, but you feel like you're related to him somehow.

The woman scoops you up from the nice, comfy box you're in and begins to cradle you. Soon, you fall asleep.

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<Congrats! Thanks to your birthday cake, you are now three years old.>

"K-Kaa-chan! Tou-san! Hungry!" The two adults, who you now know as your parents, turn and smile at you.

"Don't worry, lunch'll be ready soon." Your kaa-chan shifts the pan she's holding, the smell of fried potatoes wafting through the kitchen.

"What fowe l-l-lua-"

"Lunch."

"-l-lauch?"

Your tou-san sighs, amusement clear on his face. "Lunch, musume. And we're having potatoes."

"Mowe potatoes?!" You complain. Yes, you can pronounce 'potatoes' perfectly well. You literally eat them three times a day, seven days a week, after all.

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<Congratulations! Because of the 873,659,265 potatoes you have eaten in your current lifespan, you are now six years old.>

"Kaa-chan! Can I help?"

Your kaa-chan laughs. You like her laugh - it's bright, in contrast to the dull, gray, boring Iwagakure environment. She agrees, handing you a bag of sugar. You can tell it's sugar, and not salt, because of the large white word SUGAR written on the front of the brown bag. You pout.

"I'm strong! I can hold more." Your kaa-chan nods, but you know she won't listen. The two of you, toting the numerous groceries (all wrapped in brown or black paper) all the way back home, are a strange sight. In Iwagakure, which is where you live, civilians are rare. But you're not normal civilians. Your tou-san, apparently, is a shinobi. He doesn't want you to become a kunoichi, though, 'cause he says that you won't like it. You're okay with that - you think it'll be easier if you just keep to the lifestyle you've always known. Besides, being a kunoichi requires exercise, and you despise running. Especially with all the rocks in Iwa. Heck, you've tripped over rocks more times than you've eaten potatoes, and that's saying something.

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<Thanks to amazing french fries, you are now seven years old. Wait, do those exist in Iwagakure?>

"Roshi-san. Han-san." Your father nods to two men, who both nod back. One is thin, with red-colored hair and beard, and a weird strip of metal under his eyes. The other one is completely decked out in crimson armor, with a contraption on his back. His right hand is tucked into the gray kimono he's wearing on top of the armor. You release your father's hand to trot up to the armor-wearing man and poke him. The entire thing is metal! You peer up at him.

"How do you wear such heavy armor, mister?"

He blinks at you bemusedly. 

"Magic," a dry voice interrupts your thoughts. You turn towards the thin man, eyes wide.

"Magic?"

". . .Yes."

Your eyes sparkle as you turn back towards the younger man. "Cooooool~!" 

Turning back towards your tou-san, you ask, "How do you know people who're magical?"

He laughs. "Han and I were in the same class."

"Han is the man who can do magic tricks?"

"Yes. But Roshi can do magic tricks too." You whirl around, eyes pleading.

"Teach me some magic tricks!"

Your tou-san laughs nervously, grabbing your hand. "Sorry, Roshi-san, Han-san. My daughter is a bit. . . hyper."

". . . No, I don't mind." Han kneels down before you. "Do you want to. . ." He pauses, as if the words are foreign, ". . . hang out. . . sometime?"

If you want to <Accept Han's invitation>, please go to >28<.

If you want to <Decline Han's invitation>, please go to >29<.

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