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BANG!

My eyes went dark as I reached for it almost immediately. Upon feeling my eyes intact in their sockets, I was relieved—temporarily. I could not tell if my eyes were clear though, for my entire world was darkness. I did not know if this was a technique casted by the Kusagakrue shinobi, although I assumed that to be the case. Not knowing where my enemy was, the best thing I could right now as cast a few hand seals and the result being five¹ clones in completion, birthed from mother Gaia. They would surround me, each of them facing their backs to me. The clones were each alert, ready to attack should the enemy hint his position. 

I standing in the middle, approximately three meters away from each clone, readied my chakra at the very instance the man tried to attack. My Sharingan tried to see through the darkness but was unable to which was an indication that the man was very powerful. Tch, I had to go ahead and challenge him!  No matter, I would not let myself become a sitting duck. Trying to develop a means to draw out his attention, my voice called out to him, “Hey, you’re quite strong! I never quite got your name?” I had hoped he would respond and upon using the sounds as a localized approximation, my clones were ready to charge toward that area. 

Still, my eyes looked all around, looking for the slightest movement in this dark world for the possibility of escaping. Within the deepest corners of my body, the chakra stirred, bubbling up to the surface...  

The weather seemed to never ceased to inspire within me a new motivation for the day as I watched the rays of the sunlight beaming over the village of which I sworn to protect before my grandfather and the statues portraying the founding fathers of Kumogakure. I stood on the rooftop on some house, watching the streets and sidewalks become filled with the busybody of people. The residents of Kumogakure went about their everyday activities, making business here and there, a greeting among friends and families. I sat down, surveying the place, wondering what I should today. From the depths of my stomach did it growl, indicating that it needed food and it needed it soon. I grabbed my wallet and upon opening it, became quickly disheartened and my hopes for food had dwindled. Eh, I’ll get food somehow, I always do. It was time to go and see what type of activities was alive today on this early morning.

Upon furthering my pursuit in the curiosity of my state of being, feet shuffled across the streets as my apricot jumpsuit with atramentous meshes located near the ankles ruffled in response to the gentle gale. I was careful, however, to make sure that my overall approach was not obvious—as to be noticed as a direct path—and so, I wandered about, my countenance getting closer and closer to the bench. When I indeed reached the bench, I stood to the boy’s left, my hazel eyes stared forth at the coming and going of the public. I spoke, finally, as a means to see where this conversation would go. At best, he would truly be a loyal warrior of my village and everything could go smoothly. At worst, he could be spy, and to which I would have to extend the hostility of the gate keepers that was the result of my utmost loyalty to my village.

I sat on a flat surface of the stony ground, my cloak lying right next to me. My body sat up right, my head tightened to my left shoulder. My tanto blade lay vertically across the center of my back as I pondered on a few things here and there. I thought back to my battles in the illusion. I knew that my will was weak and that I had to get stronger. It was the inability to stand before giant and not move—paralyzed by fear. It was my greatest shame that I was indeed scared. How is it possible, I wondered, to never become the victim of fear, to stand before a giant and not be afraid? Indeed, it always came back to my lack of confidence in my ability to continue to perform above the average shinobi. I knew it so despite my grandfather trying to tell me that it was because my arsenal of techniques is narrow—the plethora of my knowledge dominating the Ninjutsu and Genjutsu.

And even if he was right, he was only right partly. It has been witnessed time and again that great shinobis possess a fine mixture abilities that lasts them through battles, wars, emotional and mental activities that forced you to your limits. I let out a sigh, my hazel oculi shifting upwards to see the clear blue sky…

“What should I do today, then?” I mused, ever attracted to the tranquil movement of the clouds.