It's been a year since I arrived in this world, and things are going surprisingly well. My mother, Himari Sora, comes from a wealthy merchant group with significant estates in Konoha, so I'm guessing we're pretty loaded. My father, Suzuki Senju, is an Anbu Jounin-level specialist in sealing techniques – that's some serious ninja cred right there.
All things considered, I've got a great start. I've got a family, money, and I'm part of the prestigious Senju lineage (the clan may have dissolved into commoners, but I've got the blood, baby). My dad's got connections, my mom's got estates, and I've got a talent for learning. If I focus on something, I can remember it – new languages, books, you name it. I'm way better off than some of those other-world brothers I've read about; they lack connections, power, money, and family .
The catch? No system. But honestly, I don't care much; I've got talent, and that's enough for me. If I had a system, I'd probably be super powerful early on, but oh well, I don't need that kind of crutch. Point is, there's no time for that – it's Year 31 of Konoha now, Hashirama's dead, the world has expanded rapidly, and the 1st Ninja War could start anytime. Dad's rarely home, and Hashirama's brother, Tobirama, is the 2nd Hokage. Gonna have to navigate this ninja world carefully as war is coming.
As I grew up, my parents realized I was different from other kids – more mature, actually. Initially, I'd cry only for milk and diapers; otherwise, I never cried or threw tantrums. My parents weren't worried; they were happy their son was so mature, could take care of himself. They knew that without brains and strength, your networth amount to nothing in this world. Seeing their mature son made them happy, so they opened all books for me to study.
Apart from ninja books, I could read anything. I still remember when I read my first book and told my parents I remembered everything. They were skeptical at first, but after I answered some questions, they believed me – I'm a genius, apparently . Their eyes sparkled; you could see the pride.
Since then, I've got full freedom to study – seven hours a day, as they say more would be bad for health .