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Chapter 1: Sleeping is good. Maybe the rest of life will be this easy. I can just sleep all day, the only thing I ever have to do is go to the academy, and that isn't for another few months. Being a kid is so easy, it almost makes me want to not become a shinobi, or even grow up for that matter, but...I suppose I'll have to at some point.

The first day of actual jutsu's at the academy....oh how he looked forward to it. It didn't seem hard. Nobody else was looking forward to it, but Nero didn't really see the trouble with it, they seemed easy enough. After all, the teacher was teaching to a class of 9 year olds, so it couldn't be too hard...

As he expected, they were easy. He got almost all of them first try, except for the clone, which took two tries. They weren't hard, some kids even seemed like they were drained of energy, but Nero could only feel it a little. They didn't take a particularly large amount of chakra, so he just did them, passed, and then went home to practice them, after his daily game of chess with his dad.

He got bored of life, shortly after graduating. The academy was all the same, and it was fun and all, and it was easy too, but it was just all so boring. After a long day at the academy, he decided to go home and play chess, then just rest. He would skip practicing for a day. He looked in the family room, and saw his dad, with a glazed look in his eye. "Dad? Where's mom? I didn't see her anywhere." His dad looked at him, then back to the floor, before shaking his head slowly. Nero...we tried to avoid having you find out, but I guess it's time you learned the truth. Your mother was a heavy gambler. It was a terrible addiction, and it threatened to tear the family apart. She told me she stopped, but it had only gotten worse. She owed a lot of money to the wrong people, we couldn't pay it back. They wanted you, you probably didn't hear it, because you were asleep. But, she told them they could take anything, but not you. They took her from the house in the middle of the night. We got the note just a short while ago. Nero...Mom's dead. I'm sorry it had to happen this way, but she died protecting you. It was...probably for the best." He told him, a single tear dripping from his eye. He wiped it away and looked up at Nero. But Nero wasn't there anymore, he had taken a few steps back before running out the door into the streets.

It was cold outside, but it didn't bother him at all. He sat on a large tree limb, his knees tucked to his chest. He didn't shed a tear. He had no idea why, but he wasn't crying. He was sad. He was crushed, he couldn't believe that he'd never see his mom again. It was awful, but for some reason, the tears just wouldn't come out. He shook his head. No. He wasn't going to cry. He was going to become a powerful ninja. And one day, one day maybe soon, maybe not, he was going to pay those men a visit. And he would make them pay. For what they did to his life, and his dad's life, and the life their family had. He would break them the same way they broke his mother. He took a kunai from his pocket and cut a small mark on his chest, right where his heart was. It wasn't deep, it barely even drew blood. The mark was of his mothers initials. And he made a pact with himself, that he would do it, and even it was the last thing he ever did, he swore he would find a way to do it...

He swore he would kill them. He never let on about it, and nobody ever knew, but deep inside him, revenge was boiling over, and as soon as he became strong enough...blood was going to be shed.

Enigmatic

His mind was that of almost no other person on the village, at least that he knew of. He had, out of curiosity, gotten an IQ test taken. His IQ was, as the doctor supervising the test recalls, a remarkable 198. His mental capacity was incredible. He spoke fairly little, preferring to simply ponder over things, and think. He was an incredibly quick thinker, and able to use his brain for good and bad. According to other classmates of his, Nero "knew everything". On a shallow level, there was, of course, a large amount of material knowledge. Knowledge about what things were, where they were from, and etc. If one were to dig a bit deeper, they would find thoughts about his feelings, who he trusted, which was almost nobody, who and what he was thinking about on an internal or emotional level. His thoughts about his mom and dad, however, as well as the feelings of love, hate, and regret, were locked away, deep in the chasm of his mind. They were formless, shapeless thoughts that nobody but him could understand. Thoughts he had control over that nobody else did. Thoughts that almost never came up. Even things that would trigger thoughts of these topics to most people, such as mentioning something one's dad did, or does, or about a person somebody "loves" or "hates" did not even trigger minor thought for Nero.

His intellect had enabled him to breeze through the academy with little to no effort at all, as well as enabling him to remain calm and collected at all times. He was an enigma, he was cold, and seemed to be almost emotionless. Nobody knew about his past. As far as everybody knew, he had a mom and a dad and lived happily at home. He crossed all the T's and dotted all the I's. He never spoke a lie that could have crossed with another, never saying something that disproved another statement he made about his life. He seemed happy enough to everybody who met him, or saw him, or talked to him, but he was truthfully cold. His loyalties remained to himself almost exclusively, and they were his business, and his business alone. His deepest thoughts never penetrated to the surface through body language, eye contact, or speech, and if one were to peer into his mind directly to read them, they would find nothing even able to be interpreted. He wasn't particularly liked or disliked, and trusted almost nobody. His daily schedule remained the same. He trained, ate, and slept. Coming home to an eerily quiet house, drained of chakra, saying nothing, and sleeping. All the while keeping in his mind the goal of eradicating the thugs who had taken his mom and ruined his life.

He became a genin a few years later, just before the village was attacked. He was now 14, he was a genius, and after the situation 5 years ago with his dad, he was a murderer.