All I ever wanted was to be the best kunochi the world has ever heard of. Nothing more, nothing less.
But sometimes, things don't always go as planned.
My father didn't wanted me to be a ninja even though he knew what I was capable of. As for my mother, she just didn't wanted me to be in danger.
My brother was overprotective of me. He always defended me from the bullies and at first, he became my role model so I admired him. But as time went by, he entered the Academy, started doing pranks, everything was all about him. He could go and do everything he wanted no matter the consequences.
And me? I slowly ended up at the family's shadow. My brother didn't let me interact with anyone besides my family, dad didn't let me be a ninja and mom didn't let me wander around the village by myself.
Why? I don't know. It has always been like this and that's the main reason why I'm now infiltrated as another ninja in the Shinobi Alliance at the Hidden Grass Village's Camp.
I'm Himawari Uzumaki.
We're at the Fifth Great Ninja War.
And this is my story.