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Chapter 04:

With a clacking sound, a shogi piece was placed on the game board, "I would have never thought you would have called me over to make sure your wife and daughter got safely to your father-in-law's temple. Someone as calculating as you had a fight with her?" The Head of the Nara Clan inquired.

Mitsuru smirked, "Calculating? Isn't that a bit rude, Shikaku-nii? I'm just a simple business man, husband and father." His violet eyes darkly glinted.

The man of the Nara Clan looked his friend in the eyes. Yes, at first glance people may have seen him like that, but because of certain family circumstances the young eight year old Mitsuru had to live with the Nara Clan until he was eighteen when he could have legally and rightfully inherit his family business, Nadai's Weaponry.

His father had seen Mitsuru as a son, and Shikaku saw him as a younger brother. This was the man who had assisted him and came up with several successful war strategies during the Third Great Ninja War. He had even earned the name 'Violet Eyed Strategist' for seeing through the enemy which was something only high ranking shinobi of Konoha knew about.

And he really considered himself a normal businessman, husband, and father.

Shikaku shook his head, having nothing to say and watching Mitsuru make his next move.

••••

Akira's violet eyes grew large in magnitude once she had heard her grandfather's query.

Yuma chuckled, "you think I wouldn't know? I maybe a no good monk, but I can clearly see the soul which resides inside of you belonged to Hikari Senju. And your memories of her life awakened, which brought about your sudden change and you wanting to become a ninja. Your father reported to me about this change and your desire to become a shinobi. This is when I had concluded that you have finally regained your memories."

So that meant her father knew as well?

"Yes, Mitsuru knows." Yuma said as if reading Akira's mind. "When you were first born, I told him that you born with the soul of someone who was a shinobi in your previous life time. That your memories were going to awaken in the early part of your life and you would continue on in being a ninja."

Then she had recalled her father had always repeatedly said: "this is the first time I seen my daughter like she this; this is the first time I've seen her with such a look in her eyes," or something along those lines.

He had known from the beginning.

"I have to really look out for daddy." Akira murmured, her father's smiling face flashed through her head. The dark haired blonde was glad he was her father because he was somewhat scary. She didn't want him as an enemy. Then her thoughts ran back to her grandfather, "wait, granddad I can see you knowing I have the soul of Hikari Senju but how did you know I would remember my past-life memories?"

"You were born with a mysterious jutsu casted on your soul, child. I cannot see the previous lives of other souls or can't even identify them, but... because of that jutsu even with my powers I was able to discover that you were Hikari Senju and you would regain your memories." Yuma disclosed.

When Akira had regained her memories of when she had been Hikari Senju, she had pondered as to why she could have recalled her past life. In that, she had come up with two possible conclusions: number one, it had been caused by a jutsu and number two, there had been no plausible reason, it had just occurred. There had always been mysterious incidents in this world that could not be explained. Her first choice had been correct and her trauma to the head had a high percentage of being the trigger to this jutsu activating. Akira placed her finger on her chin in thoughts.

But who possessed such a power for one to recalled their past live? And why had they cast it on her? "Grandad, is there anything else you know about this jutsu?"

The monk replied, "Not only did it make you remember your life as Hikari Senju, but it may or may not bring change about your body. I do not know if it would be a good or bad change."

A jutsu that made one recall their past life and can change one's anatomy. Who would develop such a perplexing jutsu and had the prowess to cast it? 'Tobi-nii?' Her cousin had always been the one for creating confounding jutsu. An example was, he had been in the development of creating a jutsu that could bring one back to life as long as they possessed their corpse or dna - the reanimation jutsu. 'But I can't only suspect Tobi-nii, but others as well .... even myself. There is still the last year of myself as Hikari Senju that I cannot recall.'

The violet eyed child, even though she had heard about matters involving about Hikari, Madara, the Senju Clan and the Uchiha Clan from the nurse, she had done her personal research to see if the intel were true and had investigated even deeper. She was to no avail about finding about what had occurred in the last year of her previous life, that the whole mass of Konoha did not have knowledge of. That was: she had perished by some unknown means at a young age while she had been pregnant with Madara Uchiha's child. And what she had learned from the flashback when she had been to Hikari's resting place was that her past self had purposely set Amaterasu to devour her corpse. This jutsu did not leave a single dna of her's behind. To purposely set that, did that mean she knew that she was going to die?

Akira sighed. There were too many question marks.

"Oh, I there is something else if it was not for your father noticing. It seems those who know about who you were in your past life -I and your father- possess a some type of mind genjutsu on our minds to prevent others from finding out. It seems to be directed to the genjutsu cast on your soul. Your father is going to see if this mind protecting jutsu forms on your mother as well when she finds out who you were in your previous life." Yuma added.

This jutsu on her soul was getting more and more complicating. And it seemed like from how her granddad had phased it, her mother also knew about her being a shinobi in her pastlife. It was just that, she didn't have knowledge of the identity she had previously possessed. She gazed at the portrait, her index finger gently descending on it. "It's beautiful. Great granddad was very talented." She turned to her grandfather with a smile then back at the painting. "But, what exactly happened that year before my death?" She murmured. "What did I thought about and what was I planning on doing?"

Hearing this, Yuma said."I am sure he would of cried tears of joy if he heard." Then he added. "Wait, you can't recall the year before your death?"

Akira nodded.

Yuma went in front of his granddaughter, placing his thumb on her forehead it with closed eyes. After several minutes, they slowly reopened, "it maybe also because of the jutsu on your soul. But you may regain flashbacks of that year as you grow up."

"I concluded that as well."

••••

When Akira Nadai had seen her mother, Haruka did not question her about her previous life but treated her the same way.

It had been three days.

They were currently in Zinju's Clothing Store.

Haruka held a cute frilly dress against her daughter's body. "Aki, you would look so adorable in this!" She picked another dress and another. "And this! This too! Hmm, we should just buy all the dresses in your size! I am sure you would look extremely adorable in all of them!!!"

Akira had not decided to bring up the topic of her currently being a ninja and allowed her mother to do what she desired for this short period of time as they stayed at Kondo's Temple. She understood why her mother was so against her in becoming a shinobi. Then her mother had verbally fought with her father over it. And once she had reached to the her father's temple to find out that her daughter possessed the soul of a shinobi and had also remembered her past life.

Akira wouldn't know the reaction of any mother who had found out such things. And her father? She had also felt quite guilty of being the direct cause of her father and mother fighting, her mother taking her to her grandfather. And now her mother almost knew all of the circumstances regarding her soul.

She allowed Haruka to do as she wished and enjoyed herself. But Akira knew that she couldn't allow for this to prolong. 'Sorry mommy. You gave birth to such a selfish daughter.'

After Haruka purchased almost the entire store and asked for the clothes to be sent to Kondo's Temple, she held Akira's hand as they trotted out of the establishment.

"Aki, do you want mommy to carry you?"

But before Akira could answer, a scream pierced through the peaceful atmosphere of Konoha. Then the scent of blood quickly permeated through the air.

Someone shouted, "a tiger is on the lose!!!!!"

Immediately those who were calmly talking and walking about the street, panicked and tried to escape from the dangerous beast. They were all like frenzied pigs trying to escape from slaughter, some falling over and some pushing others to get out of their way.

But which normal civilian wouldn't act this way, when that white tiger was obviously looked to be the king of it's kind by it's colossal magnitude, the murderous air it possessed and that it had already killed several people?

Where were the shinobi of this village?

But what they didn't know was that there were other white tigers of the same kind running lose in different areas of Konoha.

Haruka who had already lifted Akira up dashed back into the store, going to the highest floor. As Akira looked out of the window, she saw the tiger's eyes were on a child who looked to be her physical age. She struggled out of her mother's arms, jumping onto the ground.

"Akira Nadai, what are you doing!"

"Mother." This was the first Akira had addressed Haruka this way. Her violet eyes sharply narrowed as she said this, "Konoha.... it's people, I will never turn my back them!" And she leaped out of the window.

"Yes, you may have been a ninja! But what can you do in that body?!!" Haruka castigated, shouting down below. She had almost had a heart attack when Akira had jumped from the window. She regained her composure quickly and followed after her daughter, using the stairs.

Meanwhile, Akira was already sprinting towards the child.

Once she had reached a close of enough distance, she threw a kunai, stabbing the colossal tiger in it's right front paw.

A roar lace with pain fell from the immense tiger's mouth. It immediately turned to the one who caused it's pain and bounded for her.

"Yes. Come for me and I shall come for you." And her legs moved forwards. Four kunai slipped from her sleeve and with a flick of her wrist she threw the small blades.

Two kunai soared in the front and the other two kunai flew directly behind them. When it looked the the kunais in front were about to fall flat onto the ground without reaching the tiger, the kunais at back bombarded with the ones in the front. This caused the kunais ahead to individually pierced into the black pupils of the tiger's eyes.

In agony the tiger once again released roars that sounded like cries, standing up on its hind legs then dropping back on all four. The beast didn't cease in charging towards Akira even though it was wounded and blinded. The animal used it's sense of smell to track the four year old down.

Akira stopped in place, closing her eyes. She slowly breathed in and out. Hearing the beast draw closer and closer to her, she felt the vibrations of the earth. The moment when the tiger was about to pounce onto her, it seemed like time had slowed down. But this event was occurring in seconds. She waited for the right moment and rolled under the animal. A thin line of red made an appearance of her cheek quickly after. The wound sobbed blood, because she had barely dodged the sharp long claws of the beast's paw.

And when the white tiger was about to turn around, Akira formed a sign with her right hand and simply said. "Kai."

Then the six kunai that had been deeply implanted into the tiger's thoracic cavity by Akira, the explosive tags that hung them by thin strong metallic strings ignited.

BOOM!!!!!

Hot gusts of smoke blew in all directions as large lumps of bloody flesh and red connective tissue dispersed. The scent of the air had now change to a mixture of burnt meat and blood.

Through the smoke, Haruka could see the small figure of her child. Tears seeping from her eyes and rolling down her cheeks, she sang praises to the heavens because her daughter was alright. But then the back of Akira became distorted in her line of perception. The figure was now taller and auburn hair swayed in the wind. The figure slowly turned around, her kekkei genkai activated in her eyes.

Haruka's eyes widened and her steps stopped. She knew that face anywhere because her grandfather had always went on and on about her. "Lady H-H-Hikaru Senju."

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