Chapter 3: Years

Chapter 3: Years

_________ POV Joseph _________ (This is kinda the usual staple for my fanfics, POV's will change from time to time)

The years flew by as I grew up.

It didn't take me long to realize that I am not exactly in a modern time. The people that saved me are all samurai, deserters to be exact.

At first, I wasn't sure where I am exactly. But after listening to some conversations, I heard names like 'Shinobi' and 'Kage' being dropped.

It reminded me of a Japanese cartoon I used to watch when I was in the orphanage. About a kid that dreamed of becoming the Hokage.

At first, I thought it was absurd, but that would explain the energy I can feel in my body, and around me.

I don't know how, but I was reborn in this world. I don't know where exactly, but it's certainly not in any major city.

Shinobi are also not common around these parts. From what I was able to pick up, this country's military only consists of Samurai.

I am now thankfully able to speak Japanese perfectly, I picked up whatever words I didn't know during the years.

My benefactors also did their best to teach me how to talk. It was rather clumsy, but they tried nonetheless, and it did help me in the end.

In the end, I even received a name. They decided to call me Kioshi Ken, which would literally translate to Silent Blade... I think I'll go with that name from now on, purely out of respect for my saviours.

They took inspiration from the fact that I didn't really cry at all as a child, not even when starving for several days.

That instance was rather common, although my benefactors did their best, it wasn't all that easy for them...

I don't blame them at all though, they were the ones that gave me a second chance at life. I don't know where I would've ended up if I died again, maybe I would've just gone to hell as I deserve.

These men, although not innocent angels, gave their best to protect me and preserve my life. Maybe they are, in some way, trying to repent for their sins through me as well?

Regardless, the ten deserting samurai that adopted me all went through so many hardships.

Four of them passed away in these five gruelling years.

The first one to pass away, and someone that I learned the name of later, was Nakada Isamu. He passed away because he wrapped me in his winter clothing.

A cold of all things got to him, whatever medicine they had, they used it all on me. The warmth of the fire wasn't enough to cure his ailment.

They couldn't afford to go to a settlement, as they'd get hunted down and killed. In the end, Isamu told them to shut the fuck up and let him die.

From what the others said, the man went out with a smile...

The other three were brothers. They only went by Ryou, Juro and Ken.

It won't be easy to convince either of them to train me, but I do need to try to persuade them.

"Daisuke..." I could sense the leader turning his head towards me in surprise... I guess I don't talk a lot.

"What's wrong Ken?" He asked as he patted the snow off his lap. He just came from outside, we're still in a land that seems to have an everlasting winter.

"I want to become strong..." I tried my best to sound as serious as possible, but that is extremely hard to do with a child's voice...

I can't really sense Daisuke's expression, but I'd guess it would be looking a bit confused right now.

"Umm... I don't know if that's a good idea... Where did this come from anyway?" He asked, the confusion in his tone is rather evident, I can also feel the change in his heartbeat, indicating that he is panicking a bit.

I guess it makes sense, I am still blind, and they probably don't want me fighting in the future. Teaching me how to fight, would be like putting me in danger to them... At least at first sight.

"Daisuke, one day I will grow up. And in this world, for people like us, living peacefully isn't a choice... I need your help. Please." I said, bowing my head in his general direction.

I've never been against doing things like this. Pride has never meant anything to me anyway.

I am also a child now, there is no shame in bowing to someone that took it upon himself to raise me after I was abandoned and left for dead.

"..." I could hear Daisuke's breathing become a bit slower, I guess he needs a few seconds to think about it.

It might be a bit strange to hear this type of talk from a 5-year-old, but they haven't exactly raised me to think like a regular child.

They raised me teaching me that the world isn't a kind place, preparing me for the worst. I guess he just didn't think I'd ask to be trained so soon...

To be fair, they did try at first. To raise me like a regular child. But the deaths of Ryou, Juro and Ken made them realize that innocence would only get me killed in the future... Especially with my constitution.

Still, I get why he's hesitating so much. Not being raised as a naive child and learning to fight are two different things.

"Very well..." Daisuke ended up saying, gaining an odd look from Koji. Can't exactly tell, but I could feel Koji turning his head towards him, so I'm just assuming here...

"We start tomorrow. I will teach you to the best of my ability." I could feel him nodding his head to Koji

Just like that, I now have a sparring partner.

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Hope you liked the chapter!

Yep, not even blind, missing half his face. Think of his face as looking lower half Madara and upper half All for One. In his case, he doesn't even have eyesockets.

And yea, two energies, can anyone guess what it is? Probably :)) Keep in mind that I won't be introducing anything from different animes in this fic

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