Days and months passed before I could even grasp them. From what I've gathered so far, there's no doubt: I'm in the Sengoku Era.
'Come on, I was someone who really had nothing worth telling. Why do I suddenly find myself in the Naruto world—especially in the bloody Sengoku era?'
If only that were the only problem. I don't even know what this clan is. As far as I can tell, they possess a bloodline that allows them to manipulate blood—a clan I never heard of in the main story, a Kekkei Genkai I don't recognize at all. When I look at the era I'm in and the lack of our name in the future, only one conclusion comes up: extinction.
The clan isn't weak, though. Of course, they aren't on the level of an Uchiha or Senju, but they are formidable in their own right. You're asking how I know, right? My mother in this life, Shiori, is a bit too talkative; she treats me like a diary. She tells me she believes I'll be powerful when I grow up, but she keeps whispering something I can't quite decipher: "I wish it was still within me... I could have given it to you." She used to say this constantly when I was a newborn, but she stopped as I got older. She says she named me Guren because she believed I'd be strong.
'Hey, also, I have no idea when a normal baby is supposed to start walking and talking. That's my biggest dilemma right now.' Seeing my mother so heartbroken makes me think that if I hit those milestones early, it might give her a reason to smile.
My father, on the other hand, is almost never around. He's always out on missions. This clan clearly has no trouble finding work as mercenaries. I can tell he's a harsh, cold man—but then again, can a soft-hearted person really survive in this era?
The more I see, the more I'm convinced this clan is headed for a downfall. I don't know if I'm just overthinking, but I can't shake this constant sense of crisis.
I've also met my "peers." Some of their mothers look just as weary as Shiori, while others brag about their children's potential with a terrifying intensity. This clan is strange; they try to measure a baby's worth from the moment they draw breath.
Anyway, for now, I can only grow up patiently. I just hope they have a proper training program once I'm old enough. If not, I'll have to figure out how to survive this hellscape all on my own.