Seventeen months ago, my life changed completely. I had been a normal teenager, living a normal life. My biggest concern was how many hours of sleep I would get depending on when I stopped reading in the middle of the night.

Now, there are far larger concerns.

I don’t know how it happened. I don’t even remember what I was doing before it happened. All I know is that it did  happen, and that my life was now changed forever.

It had been a normal Friday night when I had went to bed. Or maybe I was reading, I don’t remember. The next morning, I woke up to find myself in a forest clearing completely changed and animated.

I had been sent to another dimension.

It was a weird one, too. A world full of shinobi, or ninja. As anyone would, I freaked out for well over two weeks as I learned about the world that I was now thrust into.

The first Hidden Village I ventured into was Konohagakure. There, I was given a home by the Third Hokage and put into a class with other children that were my age. Well, my age in this dimension. I would say I was about thirteen there while in the world I was born in, I’d be about sixteen by now.

After graduating from the Academy, I was put into a team with two other kids – a boy and a girl. The boy had been killed in the second round of the Chunin Exams, leaving me and Hashi Aren the only survivors of our team.

We were both devastated by the death of our friend, and I was traumatized. Before the Chunin Exams, I had merely been training and been sent on D-rank missions. This was my first time experiencing death first hand.

After the second round, I had gone to the stadium to watch the final round just like everyone else. Unfortunately, the Sand and Sound villages had attacked and I was forced into fighting seeing as I had stopped the Genjutsu from affecting me.

There’s where I got my first scar that was extremely noticeable and also the place where I got blood on my hands. I had killed seven people that day, and I’ll never forget their faces. Even if they had tried killing me, I had still taken away seven lives by my own hands.

That’s why I didn’t mind the very noticeable scar on my cheek. It served as a reminder to just what I was capable of. Of what my hands could do, and of the lives I could take.

The scar was four scratch lines started in the middle of my cheek to the curve of my jaw line as it went down to my neck. I forget what weapon the ninja had been using, but I remember that he had scratched me right before my kunai was plunged into his neck.

He had been the last I killed that day. My morals were gone and I will forever thank Kakashi Hatake from stopping me before I damned my soul even farther.

After the Chunin Exams – and a fiasco about the sole heir of the Uchiha name – I had decided to take a break from missions. I had decided to train myself, and train my moral values and my mental state. I needed more strength than I originally had. After all, in my home dimension there was no such thing as ninja and you never had to fight for your own life on a constant basis.

So, I had requested time away from the village. While I was gone, I trained, and trained, and trained. I gained many teachers, and I made many friends. I lost a few of both, and I made some choices I wasn’t proud of. But in the end, I learned and I got stronger.

Soon, I returned back to the Leaf Village. There, I became friends with Shikamaru Nara. He was far too smart had the laziest person I had ever met. Playing Shogi was one of the main things that took up our time. And when that didn’t happen, I’d join his at the BBQ place with his friend Choji. I still had Hashi around, and we were friends. We just never went on many missions together, seeing as I had been promoted to Chunin when I returned to the village and entered my second Chunin Exam.