Logic and reality
Hana didn’t know why she thought the next life would be peaceful, because clearly judging by the pattern of past events things only ever escalated. She’d thought things couldn’t get more ridiculous after magic flame mafia. Clearly she was wrong. She’d tempted fate and now shewas being punished for it. Fucking magic ninja. Typical.
And of course Kyouko felt the need to sign up to become one of the magic ninja. She wanted to keep an eye on her brother, who had joined the magic ninja because he was a fighting obsessed monkey (Who failed to see that coming? Not Hana. She’d been expecting that announcement since she’d first heard magic ninja existed).
She didn’t even know why she was surprised. Last time ‘round Kyouko had become a career criminal to keep an eye on her brother, at least her current career path was legal, if only because the magic ninja had terrorised everyone else into agreeing that murder for hire was an acceptable business practice. It could be seen as progress. In a way. Of course Hana was really in no position to be casting stones. After all she had followed Kyouko into both the mafia and the magic ninja academy for much the same reason.
And of fucking course fucking Sawada Tsunayoshi was there, Sawada fucking Tsunayoshi was always there. It was like one of those universal, or multi-universal as it turned out laws of reality. Whenever life took a turn for the utterly insane, and/or disturbingly lethal, Sawada Tsunayoshi would somehow be right in the middle of it. Looking innocent. Like a fluffy bunny rabbit. With an innocent look in its eyes and an entire city reduced to rubble in the background, on fire.
Anyway to summarise, reincarnation was real, second chances did happen, and they were exactly like the first chances right down to the terrible decisions she and everyone she knew made, and the inexplicable fire based superpowers they had collectively decided not to tell the ninja authorities about. Typical. Hana wanted a refund. She probably wasn’t going to get one.
At least this time around Hana got mind control powers, she liked the mind control powers. Mind control powers could be useful, especially since it looked like she was still stuck with Sawada Tsunayoshi and his disturbing personality cult, and all the trouble that came with them. If she’d had mind control powers the last time round maybe she could have kept them all from getting killed. Or at least delayed it a bit. That was a plus for reincarnation, along with the whole, not being dead thing.
Of course the downside was she’d had to start all over again from childhood. Hana hated children, a lot, and she hated being one even more. She hadn’t liked it the first time around when she’d been an actual child and she definitely didn’t like it this time when she ha the memories of a full grown adult. She had not been impressed, and she’d been perfectly willing to take it out on her new family. She hadn’t quite managed the level of notoriety that the explosives monkey had managed over in the Nara clan compound, but she had managed to give her clan a healthy respect for her acid tongue, and vengeful streak. Even cousin Ino wouldn’t mess with her, and Ino was one of nature’s interfering busybodies. Hana considered that success.
She had remembered her past life in the middle of practicing a meditation for her clan jutsu, one of the mind control ones. It had been a much less melodramatic way than most of the others had managed at least. Anyway she’d remembered at about the age of three and the first thing she’d done was track down Kyouko. It didn’t pay to leave Kyouko unsupervised. The last time she’d done that Kyouko had ended up transported to a dystopian future to play the damsel in distress in a fight for the future of the world. She’d thought it would be fine to leave Kyouko alone with Haru for a while, she’d been wrong. Never let it be said that Hana couldn’t learn from her mistakes. Clearly Kyouko needed to be supervised at all times, no matter what. Hana shuddered to think what sort of trouble she might have got in before Hana woke up.
At least finding her had been easy enough, thanks to her monkey of an older brother. All she had to do was listen for the shouting and then follow him home. There had been a brief false start when she’d accidentally tracked down a jounin in green spandex who was almost as extreme as Kyouko’s brother. That had been mildly traumatic. She hadn’t realised there could be more than one person that loud in the world at a time. But she’d tried again and her second attempt got results. She’d found Kyouko in full possession of her memories, and miraculously in one piece.
Seeing Kyouko again had been the highlight of her month. Of course that was when she’d found out about Kyouko’s plan to become a magic ninja, but you couldn’t have everything. Find Kyouko, find out about Kyouko’s terrible plans for the future, tell Kyouko off, go along with her plans anyway. It was a familiar routine.
Starting at the academy had of course brought them back into contact with Sawada Tsunayoshi and his merry band of psychopaths, but hey, Hana had already spent one lifetime dealing with them, she could deal with that, it was familiar territory. Not that she was pleased to see them or anything like that, but at least if this life was going to be as insanely surreal as the last one it would be the kind of insanity she was used to handling. She hadn’t missed them, it was just nice to have some consitancy in her life, lives, whatever. Besides Kyouko would have been sad if Haru hadn’t been here. Hana could deal with almost anything life threw at her, magic ninja, no problem, Sawada Tsunayoshi and his psycho friends, old hat, Kyouko being sad, not a chance. Hana wasn’t ashamed. Everyone had their weaknesses, Hana was weak to Kyouko’s sad face. It was important to be aware of these things about yourself.
In any case this new world might be crazy but the important things were as they should be. She had Kyouko back, Sawada and co were hanging around making nuisances of themselves as usual, Kyouko’s brother still had the world’s most surreal crush on her, and she was allowed to throw knives at the small children in her clan if they annoyed her and call it training. And hey bonus, her new career was at least technically legal, and she now had mind control powers. Life could be a lot worse.