Common sense

Chapter One: Wake up

Third Person POV
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A small six-year-old child laid in her bed. She was bored out of her mind as she counted the ceiling tiles.

'I don't even want to get up, the caretakers will only make me wash the dishes.' She thought to herself as she lazily lifted her arm and looked at her small chubby hands.

Her eyes slowly widened as she looked at her small hands. 'Why does it feel like I am forgetting something?' She thought to herself as she lifted her other hand and stared at it.

Her stomach turned and she sat up quickly. Something was wrong, she looked around as she took notice of where she was.

The room was empty and there were bunk beds lined up against the walls. She recognized that she was home, the orphanage was home. But it also felt wrong.

She closed her eyes as she felt a sharp pain behind her eyes as her head seemed to pulse in pain. 'No this was not right, how could this be home? Home was the house she was renting with her three roommates, home was her cozy bed that she had just bought where she would lay down to watch anime and play video games.'

She took notice of her surroundings once more, but this also felt like home. Was she 6 or was she 20? She could remember being both but was this real or was this a figment of her imagination? She remembered that she was a 20-year-old college student and that she went to work daily even on the days she went to class?

No, she was an orphan in the fire country who had just signed up to the academy, the same academy that would pay for all of her tuition fees so that she could be a kick-ass ninja like the ones that came to see them at the orphanage.

She groaned as she placed her hands against her temples. No these were memories, She was both. Or was she? Was it cause she had a vivid imagination? She had read about reincarnation. Was she one of those lucky souls? What else could explain the memories.

"Riku! What are you doing hiding here?! It is your turn to wash the dishes!" The caretaker Umi yelled as she stormed into the room. Riku flinched and instantly stood up as she looked at the woman with wide eyes.

"Hurry up child, I told you to wash them more than two hours ago." The woman scoffed as she crossed her arms and tapped her foot against the ground. Riku could feel her face flush.

'How long has it been since someone yelled at me like this?' She thought internally as she stood up and scrambled out of the room.

As she hurried down the hall, she was reminded that she knew this place. She had lived here all her life. She could see the other kids running around and playing. Her eyes trailed over the familiar faces. The oldest kids were eleven, at twelve the village would allow them to find apprenticeships with artisans or they graduated from the academy and moved out of the orphanage.

'Academy? What...' Her eyes widened as she remembered. 'I'm in Konoha! Like from the Naruto verse. Holy fucking shit!' She could feel her heart quicken as she entered the kitchen. 'Would I even fucking survive?! The third war hasn't even happened... or at least I don't think it has. I've only seen three faces on the monument.' She tried to remember every piece of information she knew.

'What do I even know? I started reading and writing a few months ago. I can talk Japanese? I knew English and Spanish fluently back then. What should I even call it? My past life? This is so fucking weird.' She thought to herself as she walked to the sink and grabbed a stool.

She reached out and began opening the faucet before grabbing a sponge, soap and the first dish that was nearby.

In the before she hated washing dishes, but she could admit that the repetitive motion of washing dishes gave her ample time to think.