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chapter one.

Doing my best to meditate and open them was the best thing I could do without drawing too much attention. But I discovered that even meditating with civilian parents was hard. Simply because if you did anything ninja-like they would immediately smirk and brag about how good, and quiet, and well-behaved their child was to others which brought eyes onto the child which was how people realized the child was manipulating chakra, which led to being marked as a child prodigy. Which is a big no thanks in my books, keep Danzo away from me even if ROOT hasn't started yet, or has it? I'm not entirely sure how the Naruto timeline works, it's really convoluted if I remember correctly.

Anyways, I was limited to meditating when I was supposed to be sleeping or whenever I was sure no one was around, so I could avoid prying eyes. This left me in bad moods and meant that I was constantly paranoid someone would find me in the middle of the night. Apparently, children actually need sleep to have a healthy brain, which was unfortunate because as a teenager I had spent hours awake into the night. 

When I was one-and-a-half, I finally manage to make three tenketsu open in each palm. It was a small amount but it was enough to allow me the ability to channel chakra to my hands, I was putting so much chakra into my hands that it started to glow creating an unending light source that would probably burn anything it touched. Amusedly I thought about how it looked like Iron Man's repulsors, and with that thought I was off, trying to dispel the chakra from my hands solidly. 

It was a failure, I was only able to heat my hands up to the point that it burned my own palms but, it was still progress.

It wasn't until I was two that I attempted to walk on trees and walls. I started with the trees that were located farther back from the house my family stayed in, blowing most of them to nothing but splinters as I trained as best I could. My family noticed the broken trees rather late, confused over the broken trees that scattered across the backyard, not a single one thought to question me. Not surprising considering I was a literal toddler who had no business blowing up trees. (no but seriously, my family was completely lax in keeping their eyes on me once I left the house to go play, it was almost worrying).

Other than training like mad I didn't really have any hobbies, and reading didn't count because I read in order to learn and study not to relax. There wasn't any time to relax in my eyes, I was literally in a war-zone, dodging mines until I could make it to clear ground.

The day my story, or the more interesting parts of it, begins like any other; it was hot on that day and the breeze is cool and gentle, rustling the dense leaves of the Hashirama tree that stood tall outside my bedroom window. The Hashirama trees that were scattered throughout Konoha were just as tall as they always were and children were laughing in the streets as they ran past our house or climbed up the trees, jumping across them like they are the ninja jumping along the rooftops on a secret mission.

That day my older sisters had managed to get me (read: force me) from our humble abode because they had wanted to go play at the park but had been stuck on babysitting duty. They were seven while I was two, going on three. Though they acted more like two-year-old's than I ever did. To be fair, it was normal for them to act like children, they aren't mentally mature like I was.

My middle sister, younger by twelve minutes Kure likes to remind us, is named Niko. She got all of her looks from our mother, dark green eyes that were a solid colour of the shadowed leaves of the trees that were indigenous to Konoha, solid because her eyes didn't contain pupils and her red hair was a shade lighter than raspberries. She was smart too, taking our mother's lessons to the heart and admiring her every move. Kure was similar looking to Niko, with her hair only a shade darker than Niko's and eyes the colour of the river as sunlight reflected through it, unlike Niko however, she had pupils in her eyes. She was also more muscular, training to work in construction as our father did.