"You're going to kill yourself if you train so hard." Oichi stated as she played with a grass blade. Ocihi was about eight or nine years of age wearing a Pink and White Kimono. The Kimono was held together by a lavender sash which was knitted in the back to form a nice arrangement. Along with her flavored gown she wore plated sandals, black, that showed the pink toenails she painted herself. Her brother, who stood in front of her, was not dressed in such an elegant manor. He wore a simple black Covert Garb which was usually worn underneath all of a Ninja's clothing. On the Layer above that he had twenty five pound weights to aide him in his training. Yukimura breathed heavily struggling to catch his breath.
"Oichi," He began, "I have to keep going. To surpass Hayabusa." He yelled. Finally after about an hour of continued training Oichi heard a large thump. To her surprise her brother had fallen face first into the grass. Startled, she stood and ran to his side. Her hands fell to his neck and she released a breath of relief.
"He's Not Dead. Just Exahausted."
Later Yukimura awoke and his mind had been cleared in free. In the hospital room with him stood Mitsuhide and Oichi and a Female Jounin he didn't know the name of. All three of them looked at Yukimura with expecting eyes.
"How much did you hear?" Mitsuhide asked understanding the ability Yukimura had. Yukimura said nothing as he got up and grabbed his clothing. He cracked his neck and then began to walk out of the room. He stopped just as he entered the door way and turned his head to his side.
"Kumogakure will pay, for what they did to my parents." Yukimura said as he slowly walked out the room with confidence like never before.
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