“I said No already” 15 Year old Yukimura said as he slammed the door. Playing ninja with the kids would not bring him any closer to his goals. Sadly those Chunin came to his door claiming he had ‘Potential’. It was something he heard before; Old lady Wan told him every day as he got closer to the age 18, something about him helping to fulfill the prophecy.
He walked over and placed the broom he was holding in his right hand against the wall. He took a sigh and propped himself against the couch and looked around. His home wasn’t that bad. Old Lady Wan’s husband built it from the ground up. Nice wooden floors laid framework to the ground and the walls were made of a very durable material. The couch he was sitting on was made by Old Lady Wan herself.
Both the Old Man & Lady claimed to be Ninja in their youth. Yukimura remembered hearing their stories when he was 12 (when they found him.). But he couldn’t wrap his mind around it. To him they were both simply, Old people who had amazing craft and architect skills. He closed his eyes and began to rest himself.
Unfortunately his pleasant sleep was interrupted by someone or something.
Wham! Right on the head he was hit with a broom. His right hand rushed to the top of his head; reflex, to massage the injury. He jumped from the couch and turned to an old woman. She must have been over a hundred, pale white skin with random black smudges here and there. Her body was hunched over.
“Boy What have I told you about your hair?” Even her voice was old. He sighed as he fixed his messy brown hair. The front of his hair, when done properly, was spikey covering a bit of his red headband and became a ponytail in the back flowing with the two pieces of the headband. “I’m sorry Old Lady Wan.”
Another sharp pain came across his head.
“I’m Not Old!” She yelled back in anger. It was amazing, for an Old Lady, Old Lady Wan had so much energy. He wondered how Old Man Wan kept up with her when she was in her youth. Old Man Wan had died two years after they couple found him. He had been called back on some sort of Mission and never returned. In those two years Old Man Wan spent with Yukimura, the two had grown a very close bond. Though it had become shattered completely.
Old Lady Wan and Old Man Wan where they only family Yukimura really had (at least that is what he remembers.). They both continually told him the story of how they found him in the woods half beaten to death. It was only natural that the year’s one through twelve had been completely erased from his memory. But yet the family took him in and raised him as their own.
“You’re going to be late for class Yukimura.” A voice said from behind him. His hazel eyes flashed opened as he looked around. He sat on a grassy cliff overlooking a grassy plain in front of him. The wind blew in his eyes carrying the pony tail and head band in the air along with him. Yukimura turned to his side and looked at a giant blade in the ground and fan as well. They were both dug in pretty deep which meant they were not to be removed.
“Old Lady, Old Man.” He said as he stood up. He walked away towards the village.
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