Being reborn is not ideal
Day-1
She woke up as a baby. She didn't know what exactly was happening. She just remembered being carried and some giants speaking rubbish.
Day-43
It had taken her a few days to actually let the fact sink in. She'd cried.
Even if she didn't have many people she was close to in her previous life it still hurt to realize she wasn't going to see them again.
Her parents looked annoyed at that. She'd learned that their marriage was an arranged marriage. They did not love each other. That was fine she supposed, her past parents were better anyways.
Day-65
She was able to understand quite a lot of things now. She was reincarnated in the Naruto world. Again. She'd cried and screamed.
Her parents weren't around at the time. Only her grandparents from her father's side. She decided she liked the older couple even though they forced their son to marry a woman he didn't know. At least they weren't cold to babies and kids.
She also decided to be a normal child. She would be no genius.
Day-???
She was about an year old now. She had observed children she hung out with, reluctantly, and figured out how to behave like a normal child. Even though her grandparents were convinced she was an old soul. She didn't understand what it meant exactly but she didn't bother with it for long.
She had also understood that her mother, and her mother's side of the family which consisted of her other grandparents, were in charge of the Konoha library to which she'd squealed with joy. The Konoha library had a lot of information about ninja, history of ninja, and other stuff about ninja on the genin section of the library. The rest of the library was filled with civilian books, which sometimes the ninja would borrow. There were some books which contained chunin level information but they were in a room right behind where her mother sat, at the front desk, and would only be given by her to ninja.
Year-2?
She was going to be two years old soon. She'd learned that she would have to be jonin level to have the same job as her mother. She was a bit disappointed but it was fine, she'd already knew she would have to be a ninja.
She also started to speak and hang out with her grandparents more. She didn't like staying with her parents. Luckily, both pairs of grandparents understood that and although they didn't like it much, they still loved to take care of her.
The first time she'd met someone who was a 'character' in 'Naruto' was when she was playing in the park. She had run into Rin.
She didn't have much thoughts about her as her character was never really given that much personality and time in the series. Seeing her in real life didn't change much of her opinion of Rin, if there was any opinion on the girl to begin with, but she did feel that she was starting to accept that these people who she was surrounded by were real. They were not fictional.
She hadn't spoken to the girl but they did smile at each other when their eyes met.
She counted that as being friendly enough to Rin.
Humming a song she remembered from her past life, she walked towards the library, her second home.
She saw a boy with white hair pass by. He looked to be crying.
'Oh.'
Realization dawned on her as she dropped the book in her hand. Quickly, she picked up her book, god forbid her for even thinking of leaving a book on the side of the road, and dashed after him. Even if she didn't want to get involved with the canon characters, she couldn't just ignore kids suffering so much.
She stopped once she saw him going up to a training ground to train. She hadn't thought this through.
'Gosh, I'm getting dumb.'
Humming once again, she ran to where she thought the tiny white haired boy was staying. Her guess was confirmed when she saw people avoiding the place and she ran up to the front door. There was no point in knocking, she already knew no one was home.
Hesitatingly, she opened the door and placed the book inside. She placed it at the front, with a library paper stuck in its pages signifying it had been borrowed from the Konoha public library. She just hoped that whatever she was doing would be enough for the boy and wouldn't just cause both of them more pain and discomfort.
She sighed as she stared at the book. She couldn't believe she was leaving one of her favorite books in a stranger's house.
This was humiliating.
Sighing once again, she ran to the library. She knew if she turned back to look at the book one more time she wouldn't be able to leave it there.
'He better be grateful for this.'