I feel so...Clean.

Like a corrupted file that has been erased...NO...

It's as if my entire computer was smashed to bits with a jackhammer.

It's so...Refreshing.

A binding weight has been lifted and all that's left is a warm embrace.

But aren't I supposed to be dead? That's what HE said.

Was HE wrong? No. Impossible.

Then why do I feel so... New?

My thoughts were rightfully destroyed by a huge burst of light. My vision was charged upon by this blinding light and my eyes were gunned down.

Then it began.

If HE was a force of pure darkness then this was the opposite.

The clutching light of life. The magnificent struggle.

But ultimately futile.

I closed my eyes.

I refused the light and everything it stood for. This is how HE taught me.

Then the pain came, mind-bending pain. The type of pain that makes Hulk Hogan and Chuck Norris cry like little babies. Oh shit...Is that what's happening. It would make sense, I guess.

I never bought into that whole religion thing but I guess I should have. Bunch of cunts though. The priests I mean, not you. You're perfect. You're MINE.

Yeah, religion in general sucks. It's just a control center, a leverage point for humanity.

And I refuse to be controlled. HE wouldn't allow that... No. Never.

Should I tell you what happened next?

I was born. I not HE was born.

For the first time in 20 years, I was free. Free from HIM, free from THEM.

No longer would I be haunted by my own brain. I had control.

And this was how I was born a contradiction. Both crying from the immense pain but smiling from the inherent freedom that this life brought. Poetic isn't it? It is.

Now let us establish some ground rules before I allow you to continue. Rules are a necessity for everything. And to break rules is to be disrespectful, and I am VERY respectful. You will come to learn that. You will. YOU WILL!

1.) You will follow my every command and in exchange, I will give you my story. This is for your own good trust me.

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2.) I will withhold any information that may damage you or myself. This is for your own good trust me.

3.) This rule is the most important. You will NOT contact THEM in any way. This is for your own good trust me.

Now that we have established MY rules I will continue the story by opening my eyes. You are welcome, I love you.

In front of me and my blurry eyes was my mother. Dirty blonde hair. Dirty brown eyes. Dirty. Dirty. DIRTY.

This beast was covered head to toe in filth. Her skin was tan and scarred with dirt and wrinkles. You WILL come to learn that I detest dirt.

It must have shocked my new mother to see her sons face contorting with disgust as she looked a little hurt. Simple minds are hurt simply.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could just about make out my father. A tall man to be sure, but still repulsive. He had the look of a hardened farm, and I certainly wasn't that.

I will tell you that my past life wasn't a physical one. But no more than that, it's for your own good.

I also noticed my father was wearing rags. Certainly not the brand names I was used to living in modern society.

So this was clearly a third world country or a different era.

I'm gonna go with a different era judging by the lack of anything remotely modern.

Well, fuck me. I just got free from THEM and now I'm trapped in what is most likely a class system riddled with disease and famine.

I'm gonna be fucked sideways by life. What's new.

NO! I'm in control now.

I swear I'm gonna control my life and everything in it.

And then I looked up at my two parents

Starting with you beasts.

"Honey? Do you think he's okay." My frail mother asked concerned.

My Father looked disapprovingly at my mother.

"He is a healthy boy. Did you hear him cry? He has good lungs. He will be strong." My father said reassuring my mother in a distant way.

"Now I must get back to work." My father said as he went to leave the shack we lived in.

"Wait! Honey, you have not named your son." My mother called.

My father turned and looked at me straight in my eyes. I felt bare before his stare. This backward farm animal has made ME feel exposed.

I glare at him with a defiant will that promised pain and misery. As much as a baby could of course.

I will crush your soul and enslave your mind you filthy pig fuck farmer. Just wait.

"His name will be Takaoki." Then my father turned and left.

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3 years later.

The next stage of my plan was postponed by the restrictions of my new body.

I was no longer controlled by THEM or held back by those infernal pills though. This guaranteed my success. So don't worry. I love you remember.

Whilst in my baby form I did conduct some experiments though.

I have learned a lot. Anyway.

What? You want to know what I've learned? What happened in the last 3 years of life? Shhhh. Don't cry my love I will explain.

I have sapped the small knowledge my parents contain and have established my current location.

I did this through most cunning methods my sweet. Deception is my first tool for most situations.

For example, while the fellow farm kids asked, parents, why the sky was blue and why the clouds were fluffy. I asked about USEFUL things. Things that are necessary to my survival and my advancement in this pitiful world.

I have established the following: My mother and father are rice farmers in somewhere creatively named the land of fire; The lord of this land is the 'almighty', (their words not mine), Fire Daimyo; I also learned that there exists supposed magic or chakra as they call it.

Now I'm curious about the validity of this knowledge considering it came from fucking rice farmers who claim ninjas fly about shooting flaming balls at each other. However, I am willing to investigate further considering I was just reincarnated 3 years ago, not exactly scientific is you ask me.

However, the news which I have the most excitement for is the knowledge of this world's money. I've always loved power and by extension money, so learning of the Ryo has been my greatest discovery.

This is the key. This small round disc of unknown metal will lead me to my destiny.

Now considering how easy it was to steal this from my mother, a poor farmer who should be anxious to horde all her wealth, I think stealing might be a valid tactic.

Goodnight my love. Sweet dreams.