So after the absolute disaster of my father coming home and me having the "wow, I was born into a fictional universe" mental breakdown, Mom and Dad explained why Dad was gone for the first two years of my life.

Apparently he's some prodigital infiltration specialist, and the Hokage needed him for an extremely important deep cover mission in Kiri. This is also why Mom, even though she's an active duty Jonin, hasn't been sent on any missions. The Hokage felt bad.

We ate next, Dad across from me. "So Yoruka," Dad clears his throat, "would you like to go to the park?" I nod once, "sure." I would actually rather staying home, but he's trying. Mom, who I'm starting to think is the only one in this family who's not socially awkward, beams and claps her hands together "Great! I'll make you two lunches and see about getting myself a Genin team. I've always wanted to torment some Genin..." Wow, Mom is actually pretty scary.

During this conversation, I realized neither of my parents really acted like the Naras portrayed in the Anime and Manga. In fact, Dad doesn't even look like one! Hell, he has dark blue eyes, pale skin, and I'm 99.9 percent sure his "dark" hair is dyed, as the blond roots are showing. Mom, however, has the stereotypical Nara looks, but she's actually fairly energetic. She actually wants to teach Genin.

The park is... nice. But to be fair, I've been sitting on the same swing for at least an hour much to my dad's bemusement. I think he was expecting me to make friends or something equally as ridiculous.

If I'm going to be at the park, I'm going to be doing the least energy consuming activity here. And uh, I don't know how to make friends with children. So there's that.

The crunch of the mulch beneath feet heralded the arrival of a group of older kids. Around eight or nine if I had to guess. Probably civilians, considering they're academy age and not in the academy. "Hey look, Tamaki. A baby is on our swing!" Ah, great. I'm about to get into a fight with a bunch of actual children.

I ignore them up until they try to push me off the swing. The smart, logical thing for me to do would be to just get off the swing. However, I'm mentally a teenager, and I'm not about to let children push me around. So I do the not so smart thing, and mouthed off.

"How cowardly does someone have to be, to assault a child younger than them for just minding their business?" I asked as I turned on the swing to face them. "I mean I'd totally get it, if I'd actually done something to one of you, but I haven't. So, I think getting pushed just because I'm using a public swing is a little uncalled for."

A smile grew across my face as I looked at the older kids. "Also, there are other swings open, so I think you all are just trying to push around a younger kid on the principle of it. And honestly, that's a bit juvenile." Ha, get lectured on maturity by a two year old!

They sputtered for a moment, before the one who spoke turned red and replied, "Oh yeah, well you're just a baby," before he turned and walked away. I've learned through experience that most people like that are all bark and no bite, so all you really have to do is beat them verbally. Of course, there are always exceptions.

Over the course of a year, Mom started getting sent to the front lines again and Dad had to take more and more infiltration missions. Apparently, I was born during the Third Shinobi War. I ended up staying with my mom's first cousin Nara Shikaku, the clan head, when they were gone at the same time.

Dad wasn't actually born a Nara. He was civilian born and married in. I advanced from reading to writing, and I learned that I was left handed like I was in my first life. Thankfully both my parents managed to make it home for my third birthday.

My third birthday party was a small affair, because I'm socially awkward and I have made exactly zero friends. Uncle Shikaku came as well my mom's Genin team, Yamanaka Kyoya, Moriama Satoshi, and Hyuga Aiko.

They've babysat on multiple occasions. My third birthday party was also when I realized I had no desire to join the chaotic life of a shinobi. Of course, this was before everything went to hell.