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Amidst the vast rows of graves stood one man. Smoke faded away with the soft breeze of the afternoon. There was always some wind in Sunagakure, but in the afternoons it was the most calmest. The man was looking at a blank grave that read nothing at all. No accomplishments, wishes or regrets. It was the grave of the man's father who expired in combat like many others before him. The man thought that a true shinobi did not need a grave or memories. As long as they served their purpose, they died honorably. His son didn't think like that though. Maybe that's why the two never got along. Yet the son would always visit the grave.

The son was named after an Infamous hero known as Jet. He had snow white hair that stood out in the village. His attitude always got him in trouble and held him back from his true potential, but no matter how much people told him that he would go nowhere by being the way he was. Jet became a Jounin of Sunagakure. Now he was looking down at the grave of the man who was the main source of that pessimism. "Well dad. I made it." He blew out some smoke before flicking the cigarette away. "I'm being assigned to a squad of genin as their captain." He looked at the grave as if waiting for a reply and simply smirked as he turned around to walk away. The Son of the First Sun. Did not care to look back at the grave.