Welcome to Gaia! ::

The students ran outside and aligned themselves as instructed. "Now class. This will be your final test before graduation. I fully expect each and everyone of you to prove that you haven't been slacking off for three months. It's time to step up and prove that you have what it takes to be molded into a real Shinobi that can proudly protect this village. Are you ready to begin!?" the teacher stands at the far end of the formation, arms folded with eyes hidden behind a set of dark shades. "Yes Sensei!" the class chanted in unison.

After a short delay the teacher continues, "Please, open your envelopes. Inside you will have a team number. You have been assorted into teams of 2, and some into teams of three. A timer for twenty-five minutes will begin. Your mission is to see to it that you and your teammates are on their feet when the timer ends. Got it!"

"Yes Sensei!!" Shiro eagerly slides open the envelope to reveal a sheet with the number ten that slowly fades away. "Ok, team ten. So who is my partner?" he said aloud to himself as he searched for a reaction from his fellow classmates as everyone mumbled and clambered trying to determine who their team mate was. A feat that was made quite difficult do to their spread out formation into two parallel lines. As far as he figured, it was likely that everyone's team mate would be on the opposite line.

The back and forth of students trying, and failing to whisper, gesture, and otherwise signal their team numbers without notice was put to an immediate end when the teacher yelled "Begin!" in a series of cloud explosions kid sized dolls formed and took an offensive stance. Before he knew what was even going on, one was already gunning it for him.

Shiro started the long process of forming hand seals to activate the Byakugan to hopefully give him a much needed edge in at least protecting himself from being on the ground when the timer ended.

Shiro continued weaving the seals to activate the Byakugan, but as the doll moved closer and closer he feared that he wouldn't be able to make it in time. In the final moments he finished off the last of the hand signs, yelling "Byakugan!" as he activates his clans signature ability, granting him augmented vision and awareness. All at once he gained a survey of the entire battle field, where everyone was standing as well as where their direct opponent was. He also was able to pick up on Nisha landing a solid blow to the dolls back, sending it stumbling forward towards him. Wasting no time, Shiro raised both palms and extended them forward, planting both open palms agains the dolls chest and launching it back once again. The force of being brought to a complete stop, then having its momentum redirected caused the doll to rattle briefly just before shattering into several wooden ligaments that scattered across the ground.

Shiro stood in awe of their achievement, not only where they both standing. But they had taken down their target with relative ease. Looking forward he noticed Nisha standing afair, "Nishaa!!! Way to go! We got em!!!" he cheered, throwing her a firm thumbs up. Around them the rest of the students where still engaged in combat. Despite having taken down theirs with time to spare, he still felt an obligation to assist with the rest. Although it was only a drill, they were all Shinobi in training. The only thing that could make him happier than graduating, is seeing all of his friends make it with him.

"Right! Let's help Nisha!" he said as he turned, flinging both arms behind his back while leaning forward into a full on sprint towards team eights doll. He approach from behind and with the deadly precision of the Hyuuga clan, Shiro

From over his shoulder he could hear Nisha shouting something for him but he couldn't quite make out what she was saying due to the sounds of battle and the wind flowing through his ears. He did manage to catch the part about his envelope, he was also able to distinguish the urgency in her voice, what ever she was saying it was probably important. In an effort to hear her better Shiro turns his head and glances over his shoulder just in time to make out her instructions about sealing the doll but not before running smack into the back of one of his classmates Jurou who had just slammed down out of nowhere, taking both the number eight doll and Shiro to the ground with it.

The doll broke into several segmented pieces, just as the number ten doll did, fortunately for him Shiro was made up of tougher stuff than the crude chakra infused puppet. He was a little banged up, kimono torn, and a few scrapes but otherwise he was alright. Curling up onto one knee, Shiro panted until he had captured enough breath to rise to his feet.

Before he could shake the dizzyness from the crash his stomach began to turn as his nerves stood on end, screaming alarm into his system from the impeading danger. He wasn't even completely conciously aware of what it was at first, all he could gather was that two foreign objects had entered his sphear of vision that weren't there before, and more troubling, their trajectory only gave him a few moments to react before they would collid with where he was standing.

In one preciese moment of quickness Shiro tucked himself down, flinging both hands behind his back in the process. He tried to time it perfectly so that he could snatch the objects out of the air and use the momentum of the fall to thrust up and outward to send what ever they were back in the same path that it took to reach him.

Unfortunately, even if his visual prowess gave him such a heightened state of awareness he was ultimately still at the mercy of his bodies capability to react. He could see the exact degree by which he had to position himself to perform the manuver but that didn't mean jack of he couldn't get himselt set in time to pull it off. The first object snapped into his right hand, landing perfectly as he had predicted, it was a cylandrical rod made of wood, completely flat at the tip, clearly blunted as to not cause any real harm. The other one however grazed his palm but he was unable to grab fast enough to stop it from moving, rather he altered its path just enough to wiggle his shoulder out of the way as he twisted around and rose while simultaniously flinging the rod that he had managed to catch back towards the number ten doll which had already managed to reassemble itself and stage an attack.

Between him and the doll was Nisha, he had saw her, but hadn't had time to process her into the eqution. He had reacted more out of instinct than anything. By the time he realized it was too late to call off the counter attack. The bes the could do was to yell out a warning to her mid flight. "Nishaaaa! Duck!" he yelled as the wooden missle twisted through the arm aimed for its primary target that existed behind her.

As the final doll fell to the sealing jutsu implanted in the envelope the instructor reappeared in a grey cloud of smoke holding a rather large scroll tucked securely under his arm pit. Reaching up with his free hand to readjust his glasses or perhaps to disguise the swelling teas in his eyes as he did so. The once strict Sensei had dropped all lingering bravado in order to properly congratulate his beloved students. "Konoha Class 113!"

"Yes Sensei!" the class screamed in response while scrambling to return to their original formation.

The teacher lifted the scroll high above his head, show casing it to the group before snatching off the seal and rolling it straight out onto the ground like a carpet. "Please, line up single file....step onto the scroll one at a time to receive your final grades. If you have passed for the year, you will be recieving your head bands at this time and will officially be inlisted as a full fledged Shinobi. Remember everything that I have taught you, respect your superiors and never forsake the will of fire that has been instilled in you as a member of our great nation and I promise you will thrive. Most importantly, honor your comrades. Even more so than your personal ability, your comrades will be your greatest strength. With that being said, let's begin"


One after another the students took a step onto the scroll. Unsurprisingly most everyone that did so received their graduation reward. Before too long it was Shiro's turn to step onto the scroll. When he did so however a head band did not immediately summon. First, words from his sensei were in order.

"Shiro..." his voice dipping and his brows turning inward, "Listen to me carefully. You may find that the trials of being a Shinobi comes with relative ease to you. As a member of the Hyuuga clan, it is all but assured that you will receive the personal training needed to become a great Ninja. That fact was evidenced by your ability to take down the first doll in the class, and I commend you for lending assistance to your allies. However, if it hadn't been for your partner you would have been taken off guard when the doll respawned. A shinobi must look through deception. The eyes that your bloodline gifted you are great in combat, but in order to see, one must look. Do not let your hubris cause you to let your guard down in the field, even a great Shinobi can be killed with a simple Shuriken if it lands."

As the teacher finished preaching his final lesson. A enscribed circle, with the name Shiro written in the middle appeared on the scroll before conjuring a metalic head band with the Leaf symbol engraved upon it. "Congradulations Shiro. Starting tomorrow you are gennin!"

Yakatori Yomi

It had been a week since his conversation with the ninja his father met. While still hesitant his father had agreed to let him join the academy. After the conversation with the Leaf ninja his father Lillick sat him down. “I know we haven’t had many serious talks since your mother passed but there is are a few things I need to discuss with you before you get ready to head to the academy.” His voice was stern and his eyes were filled with worry, he had not seemed this distressed since his mother passed Yakatori prepared for the worst. “You are aware what caused the civil war correct boy?” Yakatori nodded and sat down at their kitchen table, his father walked briskly through the house closing up the windows and and locking the front and back doors in their tiny house on the edge of town. He sat down at the table across from him, slouched, and let out a sigh. “Good” he said “I won’t have to relive that story again then.” He paused for a second before he continued “ There is more than one reason why our kind has never become a ninja up until now, we are met to bring peace to the dead and to be one with all living things but as you experienced our power in the wrong hands could bring devastating repercussions.” Yakitori felt like he was being scolded for something that he hadn’t of even done yet. “Look Dad I think this might be the right path for me” his words lacking confidence in front of his stern father “ I feel like I can actually make a difference, and maybe this is what I was suppose to do with our clan’s abilities all along.” His father sat in silence staring at him blankly; Yakitori started up again “Just maybe I can use my powers to protect the living instead of just freeing the dead, sometimes I wonder if this is what Mom was preparing me for!” His voice now was growing with his excitement, he looked up from the table and glanced at his father who now had tears in his eyes. “I shouldn't have brought mom” Yakitori thought to himself he looked up to make eye contact with his father “I promise you I will not turn out like him.” He was referring to Hargon but did not dare mention his name in front of his father, his eyes were locked on to his father’s wondering how he would respond. His father reached down into his pocket and pulled out a tightly rolled tobacco leaf, he grabbed a small pair of scissors that had been sitting on the table and cut off one end of it before he stuck it his mouth while lighting the other end with a match. He leaned back his head and exhaled a cloud of thick smoke before he spoke “I don’t think anyone could become a monster like that” his eyes now returning to meet Yakatori’s “I would be lying though if I said I wasn’t worried, look boy, if you think this is your path then I want you to face it head on and don’t look back. You have my blessing but I want you to remember what power is to be used for, protect those around you and bring a good name to your clan” he said with a faint smile appearing on this face. “Perfect” he shouted “I’m going to head to the academy right away!” “Hold on one second” his father muttered through a puff of smoke “The ninja from earlier has agreed to teach you some basics in exchange for some of my hunt, if you rush in right away I’m sure they will flunk you immediately, after you get some paying jobs I expect to be reimbursed for the lessons.” The words fell out of his mouth with the smoke as a his grin grew. “You have your mother's blood and talent so you should be just fine” his voice cracked as he held back his emotions.
He cleared his throat and continued “Speaking of which this brings me to my last order of business.” Yakitori was confused what did his mother have to do with him becoming a ninja and why is he bringing it up now? Lillick took a final draw from his makeshift cigarette before putting it on in the ash tray. “ Your Mom’s sister has a boy sent here to be a ninja here in the Hidden Leaf. I’m not sure if you know the boy but you have seen him during the clan meetings and maybe even during your training at the head branches estate.” Yakitori grew excited “someone from my clan is here!” His father continued “Even I, despite my lack of ability can see someone's soul power, you will know him when you see him. His power isn’t immense it just looks strange” he said while trailing off. Yakitori instantly knew who he was talking about, he had never had a conversation with his cousin but remembered a boy a few years older then him with a ponytail with a particularly odd spirit reading. He never saw the boy playing with the other kids in his clan and when he looked at him he seemed a little out of place, Yakitori wondered if this guy even knew who he was. Lillick continued cutting off Yakitori’s train of thought “ I've been talking back and forth with his family through mail, they sent him here from the Land of Rain and I have given the head clan my word that he has a place to stay with during his duration here. I want you to befriend him, even if your personalities crash he is still family and the only person that knows what you are going through and what you have went through boy. Treat him well, he might be the head of our clan one day it would be nice to get in his good books now.” his father said with a wink. “Now i'm sure I have chatted your ear off long enough, go find our ninja friend Gal, he is willing to give you some pointers but I doubt that he is going to sit around all day and wait for you.” Lillick rose unlocked and opened the door “adventure awaits son” he said awaited the boy's response. Yakitori stood, his brain still processing all the information his father had given him he had questions for the man but now was not the place, there would be plenty of time for questions later. “Thank you father, I will do my best to bring honor to our household, our clan and mother” Yakitori said with a quick bow before he rushed out the door, he was halfway down the street before he looked back to see if his father had been watching him. The door was shut and the shutters were drawn even from the distance he could see pockets of smoke escaping through the cracks of the shutters “the talk must have been more difficult for him” he thought while rushing towards Gal’s house (the ninja that his father befriended) but he had bigger concerns than his father now, he was about to become a ninja.

The week with Gal seemed to fly by. The ninja had taught Yakitori as much as he could in the time that he had. Gal would return from a mission and began to teach him the basics. When Gal wasn't around or when he finished his training for the day he found himself at the Leaf’s library soaking in all the information that his mind would let him about the ninja world. He walked toward the academy and reflected about all he had learned this week. He had learnt how to focus his chakra to build his chakra through concentration and how to focus it to different parts of his body as well as learn the theory behind using different techniques, or as the ninja referred to them as : Jutsu’s. He had learnt that through hand seals, chakra, and elemental attunements ninja could accomplish great and devastating feats. He read of one ninja from the Stone Village that could create mountains with nothing but the Earth around him while another from the Village of the Mist could summon a giant tidal wave, large enough to take out a village. “Such power” Yakitori thought to himself “I wonder if one day I will be able to move the mountains and part the sea’s.” During his time with Gal he learned to crucial pieces of information that would help on his way to becoming a good ninja: the first was that the element that would be easiest for him first to master was Earth, while the second thing he learned is that clan’s abilities allowed him to do something pretty useful for the ninja community. Figuring out his element had been a relatively easy process know as the paper test. After Gal had taught him how to focus his chakra to different parts of his body he handed the teen a small piece of off colored paper. “Focus your chakra into that paper kid” he said sitting on a stump during one of their rushed sessions. Yakitori breathed deeply and closed his eyes picturing the chakra flowing in from his heart, through his arm, into his fingertips and finally into the paper. When he opened his eyes he was surprised to see the piece of paper turn brown and begin to crumble. “Earth eh? That’s not too shabby you can certainly learn how to change the course of a battle and even the battlefield itself if you use that correctly.” The second thing he learned is that through his training with his mother and from his time in the forest. He could feel the souls of the living around him and in a small area he could tell how many living creatures were around him. Once Gal discovered this he asked him how he was able to do it, Yakitori panicked, not wanting to give away where he was from or what clan he was a part in, he responded that it was as gift he had always had. Gal sensed his lies and responded “ Keeping secrets is one of the first steps to being a real ninja I’m glad you are getting the hang of it.” his eyes seemed pleased and he smiled as he continued to talk “ However you are doing it we refer to that in the ninja business as being a sensory type you should consider yourself lucky.” Even though his rushed training with Gal had taken place this week it had felt like it happened ages ago. Yakatori’s mind snapped back to the present as he neared the doors of the academy. Did he learn enough? Was he even capable of being a real ninja? And who was this cousin of his and what was he like? These were questions that he did not have the answers for, and the answers weren't going to come to him if he just sat around waiting, so with a deep breath and boost of courage he opened the doors to the ninja academy.
It was not entirely what he was expecting. The building seemed more like a school rather than a place where people learned the ninja arts, although in saying that he didn’t really know what it was to fully be a ninja so maybe this was exactly how it was suppose to look. There was a lady sitting at the front desk. He thought that she didn't even notice him, eyes never moved from the papers that she was speed reading and then scribbling on. The air in the the building was slightly warmer than outside and the leather outfit his father made for him started to make him sweat. He walked slowly towards the desk pulling down the piece of fabric that covered his mouth and nose down to his neck. Before he even had the chance to open his mouth the lady said “name and reason for coming.” Her voice was devoid of emotion and she didn't stop to look up or slow her working pace. “Yakitori Yomi mam and I am here to be a ninja” he stammered nervously. Her pen stopped moving and she lifted her head to get a good look at him. Readjusted her glasses and squinting she said “Yomi you say? We just had one of you roll through here not too long ago. He was quite the surprise I wonder what your going to do? Show me how you have learned to use chakra.” Yakitori thought to himself what might impress the women his head shifted from side to side. The entrance of the academy was empty if he screwed up now there would be no one to watch him fail, this thought gave him a brief moment of relief before he realized that if he did screw up he would be put in a class full of snot nosed brats and then his failure would be evident throughout the year. “What did the other Yomi boy do?” he asked hesitantly he was interested to see techniques someone in his clan had use to pass, maybe he might be able to piggyback off his hard work. The lady at the desk seemed annoyed by his question. “I don’t recall asking you to ask questions about our other graduates, if you came here simply to be nosey and to waste my time then I have more important matters to attend to” she said with a heavy annoyance in her voice. She then continued to look back over her papers and scribble on them. Had he failed already? Is this where is path to be a ninja would end? He pushed these thoughts out of his head. Now that she wasn't paying attention to him the pressure seemed to melt away. He would give it his best, and hopefully with a struck of luck and a bit compassion she might reconsider. He cleared his mind and focused on his breathing. He felt his chest move in and out and slowly shut out his outside surroundings. He focused on his soul, it felt like a completely different different form of energy from chakra, a type of energy that he was far more familiar than chakra.He felt his soul begin to expand slowly begin to expand filling the room and eventually surrounding the building. It took every ounce of willpower and concentration to remain in this state and he hoped one day, he would be able to use this on the fly without even thinking about it. All of a sudden he felt them all at once, every man, woman, boy and girl in the academy. He did not know who they were or how strong they were but he could feel their souls. The women at the desk was halfway through scribbling through what seemed like a book, before she heard Yakatori speak. “38” he said softly she looked up from her books and back at the boy “I didn’t even notice that you were still here, what did you just say?” she said seeming slightly perplexed. Yakatori’s eyes widened as he spoke up “38! There is 38 people in this building right now.” A smirk appeared across the woman's face, Yakitori felt more afraid of her smile then here generally look of distaste. “What do we have here? A sensory type? I believe your kind is a hot commodity these days.” What did she mean by sensory type?” he thought to himself. She must have sensed his confusion because she followed up with “ It’s where you can sense those around you it’s great for setting up ambushes as well as preventing them from happening to your team.” Yakatori stood in silence wondering if he had passed or not. She continued “If you have a ability you should at least know what it’s called and what it’s used for. In case you are wondering that qualifies you for a pass in my books” she let out a sigh as she continued “It’s better than what most of the students can do in here.” She reached in her desk and pulled out a headband with a metal plate in the centre and in the centre of that the symbol of the Village of the Leaf. The true mark of the ninja. She placed on the desk in front of her and slid it towards him “Here take this, Yakitori Yomi was it? I’ll start your paperwork and someone should be in contact with you shortly regarding your team and your first missions.” She put her head down and continued to work. Yakatori grabbed his headband and held in his hands and the realization finally hit him. “I’m a ninja! I’m an actual ninja!” his mind was racing. He watched lady worked and bowed promptly to her. “Thank you so much! I will do my best to uphold the ninja code!” he shouted with excitement. “Could you not yell, some of us have work to do, I told you already we will be in contact with you in regards to your team, now have a nice day” She seethed annoyed from underneath her paperwork. Yakatori bowed again, he reached down to and brought the piece of fabric back up around his nose and mouth. Staring down at his headband in disbelief he tied the end together and placed it around his neck. He was almost to the door before the lady spoke again “I forgot to tell you but congratulations.” He didn’t look back but he had a smile plastered on his face underneath his mask. His hands pushed open the academy doors he had entered hopeful and left a ninja. He couldn't wait to meet his team and to see where this adventure would take him.

Word Count:3000

Jaya Seldab: Academy Student

Most of the students seemed friendly,  giving nods one by one. Others stayed quiet which was what Jaya expected. Maybe they would open up to here as her days here would pass;perhaps they wouldn't. Aaylo spoke of the academy, explaining that in addition to her first steps, it would either be a slow or fast process for her. Some students took as much as weeks ,perhaps months to understand the fundamentals of becoming a shinobi. Others who picked up information faster only needed days before they were ready to take on their destiny as a ninja.

"As you guys know this academy teaches the fundamentals of becoming a shinobi. Or in the case of the ladies, kunochi." Her teacher stood at nearly the same height as her. From a bit of the wrinkles in some sections of his face, she had to assume that he was getting to his late twenties. With his muscular definition that would send normal women over their heels and men grow insecurity, missing meals wasn't an option, nor training. And Like Jaya he didn't have clothing that reflected on his clan like the students.

"Today we'll be going over ninjutsu. Ninjutsu is harnessing the mystical arts and its abilities to aid yourself in battle." Her teacher explained. His arms went behind his back. " It is one of the three forms a ninja must know.  Some of you will exceed quicker than some, and some of you will discover that perhaps you will need to devout more time. But under no circumstances should it be dismissed from your arsenal." Perhaps in the past one could focus and become extraordinary in one category but his personal goal was to make well rounded shinobi,not just one trick shinobi.

"Let's warm up, then we'll get things started." Her teacher without warning began to jog, causing the other students to get the hint and follow behind one by one by rank. After the next student she saw began moving, she moved in behind the pack in last place. Her heart began to pump more blood and send her body into the sweet spot when she was remembering what Aaylo said about Ninjutsu. What he spoke about it, her teacher was on the money. Whether or not her teacher was going to dive into the specific elements that were involved was still in the air. A vault over an obstacle as they began to move outside of the academy paused her thinking. And another vault with few of the students simply going around them.

From the speed she was still able to maintain, her stamina and lack of acid building in her muscles she had passed a few students that took glances at her. She kept her vision in front of her when a front flip was unleashed from the teacher. "Warm up huh?" It was looking like a sneak peek into a hell session. Weed out the people who didn't take it serious enough. A small few performed the same vault techniques over the long table, while only one made an attempt for a front flip. Jaya picked up speed for a brief moment, jumped with her knees tucked in and arms in. One second she was looking toward the ground,  the next she was running again. This time the volume of her breaths began to dial up a notch.
(562 words+517=1069 words)

Theodore could feel the pressure in his lungs, his for head had sweat dripping down his face. Standing up onto his feet he looked around the academy playground area. Stretching for his toes he felt his bones pop up and down from top to bottom. Stretching back up he slowly sat his left foot back towards the line, bringing his right foot forward he stretched down to the ground. Balancing on his knees he pushed off. Moving like a bullet Theodore ran through the playground. Before he knew it, he was forced to slow down, his lungs pounding even harder than before. Smiling he flopped to the ground taking another breather. Pulling out a stick of pockey he gently munched on it and looked up at the blue clouds above. “Sometimes I wonder what the point of all this training. Should i even try at this point or should i give up. What is the poin....what is the point.” He asked himself as he watched the clouds slowly float by, soft and cotton candy looking. If Theodore was an only child, maybe he would have already given up on being a ninja. ‘A traveling merchant wouldn’t have been so bad.” He thought to himself. Standing on his feet he turned and went back inside of the academy, turning into his classroom he glanced around. Wasn’t much for him to really think on, maybe he would read about chakra. Looking he shrugged, turning to Raiton release. “Lightning, it is the strongest against earth. It can travel through it, this will cause the earth to break apart and collapse.” He read, looking up at the ceiling he imagined himself slamming his hand into a bandit holding an earth shield. The earth shield shattering as he pierced his chest. “Chidori…Oh Chidori….” He said softly and excitedly. Looking back at his book he continued, “It is weak against wind, because its electrical insulator. However, lightning vibration frequency high enough can surpass penetrative force of wind. That's gonna be me one day, imma slice and dice all that get in my way. I am a in njnja and imma show my family isn't weak!" Theodore said excitedly and then he
sighed, and continued over his book, it wasn’t a long book it just spoke most on the facts about lightning, which is all he really wanted at this point. Looking over his shoulder he saw other students, but ignored them. He didn’t hate them, but he didn’t know them. Turning he looked at them, he went to say something but they all ran out with excitement. Other plans, like most of the days. Looking back at his book he read about chakra, it was an interesting read to see how things worked in his own body, even though it was kind of weird to know that at the very moment his body was pumping aura through his body that he could manipulate, even if it was a weak amount he still had what he needed, especially with his taijutsu. Standing up he left the class and walked through the hallway looking at all the pictures of people in history, of people who helped saved this world, people who he would never meet in his life. Touching one of the photos he smiled at how happy the children in it seemed, specially the blond headed kid in the picture. Setting it back up he turned and went to the small table outside the building. Sitting at it he pulled out a small sack and dumped it out. The first thing to come out was a bottle of juice, it wasn’t too bad just apple. Next was a banana, this was his favorite. Bananas to Theodore was like eating the sweet nectar of the gods. At least he figured it was, he had never tasted nectar of gods before. Then came a huge sandwich, a delicious one at that. It had Shaved sesame pork on wheat bread, then there was a slap of pepper cheese on that. Lettuce poured over the bread along with tomatoes, onions, and some homemade pepper sauce that his granny made for him. Picking up the sandwich he bit into it, the flavors bursting into his mouth as if he had just set off a TNT bomb of flavor. Excitedly he began to scarf down the food as if it was his last meal, If he was to be executed he would live so happy in whatever place he would enter. Sighing happily, he looked up at the sky as he began munching on the banana which made him even more excited.
Finishing his food, he slowly stood to his feet, he felt like he was about to burst. Picking up his juice he sipped on it and began walking back into the building, nothing to exciting was left in class. He went to his class and began learning once more. This went on for a while, it wasn’t something you just learned over night, training didn’t just stop and you were one day the strongest ninja, Theodore had a long way to go to become someone worthy to be called a genin. It wasn’t just a genin he was chasing after though, he loved his father and wanted to live up to his father’s memory. Turning each and every day into a war with his strength he began growing quicker and quicker. His nights were short, his days were long, and the world was slow. He risked his body, he risked his mind, at times he risked his health. Most of all though, he risked his relationship with humans, the obsession of training was what he wanted, to become someone his sister loved and looked up to.
Unlike most kids of his age, he fought for his future. Some kids did this, but it wasn’t his future he wanted, it was the future for his sister. He wanted a life where his sister could see the end of the tunnel, end of the suffering and pain, and be happy. Life to Theodore was his sister, and he wanted her to have the best that she could have. This was Theodores Dream, ‘I will break the chains of my past fathers.’ Was Theodores dream, causing pain and suffering to his younger generation of family members was something Theodore refused to do.
Each day grew tougher though, he refused however, to give in. His body felt stressed and weak, his grandmother was deathly ill, and he didn’t have what it took to save her, to save his sister, to save himself. This ended when he finally managed to stand back to his feet and fight, the bullies around him scattered, the stressed melted, and the barriers keeping him from becoming a ninja shattered. Theodore was on the ending days before graduating and he was ready. First was learning who he was, Theodore, a kind-hearted kid who wanted to help his family and the family he will have. Theodore, the lightning user. Theodore, the man who gave himself a nickname. The Red Lightning, Theodore, someone who wasn’t going to give into what others said. Theodore, the 12-year-old who is going to smash all expectations for someone his age and show them the truth of what it means to be a ninja of this world. Theodore the 12-year-old genin who will become a jounin before anyone knows what hit them. Theodore the ninja from the leaf. Theodore, a child who didn’t get to be one for long.
Lifting from bed his new day had begun, it was going to be his last day at the Academy and he was excited. Standing out of bed he grabbed the nearest clothing he could find, which for the most part was always the same thing. Sliding it all on the rustled with what he was going to eat that day. And He decided nothing, he was going to give his money to his sister for something nice. Glancing at what he had to offer he reached over and grabbed his picture frame of his father and mother and him, smiling at it gently rubbed the picture frame touching the face of his mother and his father. Nodding gently, he turned and went out of his bedroom and ran into the kitchen, his grandmother hugged him tightly congratulating him as he smiled kissing her cheek. Turning to his little sister May he hugged her tightly as she cheered for him and jumped up and down. “Future ninja, future ninja, future ninja!” she screamed excitedly as she grabbed him and hugged him tightly. Picking her up and held her happily and petted her head. “Girl, you’re going to become a next one!” He said as he kissed her cheek gently and sat her back down. Smiling she nodded excitedly. Turning he quickly ran to the academy excitedly.
He watched as the world around him began changing, it was something he had never experienced before. He saw all his fellow class mates all around him preparing to become full fledge ninjas. They just had to pass the test, which was something everyone was nervous about. The first test was a simple one, pen and paper over elements and chakra. And he aced it, Theodore knew he had aced it, if he hadn’t aced it then he was asleep, and he wasn’t going to let that happen. Turning he went to his brake and he was defiantly nervous. Sitting in the hall way he began reading over what jutsu he wanted to learn, he was thinking something with lightning cause of his element, but at the same time he didn’t want to do something that wouldn’t be helpful in the battle of the future missions he was going to doing. Raising his hand, he clapped softly as he popped his neck. “Let’s do this Theodore, I got this, I can pass.” He said as he jumped up and began the next test, it was ninjutsu, it was everything he could imagine, ninjutsu was weak but he managed to pass barely. That was something he was nervous about. The world around him was slowing down. He began to panic about what if he was to fail and not become a ninja, he had finished the tests they were just choosing who all had passed and who all were about to fail. He couldn’t believe what he was going to do if that was to happen, if he was to fail.
He couldn’t believe what he heard, Theodore Come get your head band, it was like a shot to the heart. He was on his way to get the crown of the very new kingdom that he was about to build. Running up to the front he slowly took the band, and he was ready. Wrapping it around his head he could feel his heart skipping, his body shaking, and his eyes dripping with tears of joy. Turning he stuck his arms up with excitement and screamed. This was what Theodore had fought so hard for, this was what Theodore had wanted all along, and now that the had finally reached it he couldn’t help but to look out at who he was supposed to be, but at was he was building himself to be. He was going to become a ninja, and show his sister may exactly that he wanted to be a ninja and was going to become a ninja. Who could stop them from becoming who he wanted to be. All he could think about was what was going to come from who he was going to become, but he was scared about the fact that the world was going to Hell, and he may end up like his father. He just wanted to show the world who he is and who he is going to become. But maybe in the end the world will eat him up and spit him out as if it was nothing but a chewed-up piece of fat that was being given back to his dog. Its almost done for the day, but whatever was about to end up happening to his world he was going to become stronger and faster then it. This life wasn’t something he was worried about, it was something he was striving to accomplish.