***This is an original story written by Rafaela Medrano Roark. Chapter 3 is co-written by Vincenzo Pinari. The Original Charater, Ryusai, was created by VP***
Responsibility, loyalty, selflessness… These are words infused into the soul of ever Shobuto – my clan. Throughout my childhood there was no time for independence or creativity, only honor. Whatever one’s individual actions brewed, it reflected on the entire clan. They are Masters of Water and lightning style and they take great pride in their heritage and traditions. One of those traditions being that the members of the Shobuto never married outside of the clan. That is why when my father, Isshin Shobuto, the next leader of the clan, fell in love with Hotaru Chinatsu, my mother, things became challenging.
My mother, who was the last of her clan, was a master in fire jutsu. Some say she cast a spell on my father with a fire dance she used to do. So many feared the instability of fire, but my mother made it look magical and beautiful. She was enchanting.
When the leader of the Shobuto, my grandfather, found out about my parents’ engagement, he was outraged. To avoid being banished, Isshin struck a deal with his father; relinquishing his claim to be the next leader of the clan in exchange for him and his family to be allowed to remain in the village. My uncle, Nikushimi, would instead claim leadership of the Shobuto.
I was born in the hidden leaf hospital on May 21st , not long after my parents were wed. I had pure white hair (like my father’s) and vibrant orange eyes (like my mother’s). I was the clan disgrace- the living embodiment of everything they hated – mixed blood. While my mother was crying with joy, happy that the delivery went smoothly, my father released tears of concern and fear for what my future would hold. For he knew that hardships that would befall me later in life.
Oh, I guess I forgot to introduce myself. Hi, my name is Ryusai, and this is my story.
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