***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***
8 years had passed. My childhood before graduating the academy was just as my father predicted. I was seen as an outcast by the Shobuto clan. My father spent countless hours training me in the ways of our clan. It was not uncommon for me to be training from dawn till dusk.
I was able to master justu such as lightning style thunderbolt and water style water wall, at a very young age. Justu that clan members 3-4 years older than me still struggled to master. But no matter how hard I trained to proved my worth, I was still the Shobuto disgrace. My only source of happiness was my mother.
Whenever I wasn’t training or in class, I spent time with my mother. Our favorite spot was an open field just outside the leaf’s boarders. Every spring, the flowers would bloom and turn the meadow into a rainbow. She would always tell me stories of a giant beast- a 9 tailed fox- that attacked the village 2 years before I was born. The 3rd and 4th hokage did all they could to defend the village, and ultimately, they defeated the monster and trapped him away once again. She also told me stories of her clan, and the amazing fire style justu they were taught. As I grew older, she began to teach me different forms of fire style justu. I picked them up but not as quickly as the others. I took pride in how fast I could learn different types of justu, as well as the fact that I now knew 3 different forms of chakra nature. However, something my mother said me, has stuck in the back of my mind all these years.
“It doesn’t matter how much chakra you have or how many jutsu’s you are able to master. What matters is the connection and control you have over your chakra. You never want a justsu to backfire.” I took those words for granted every time she said them. I wished those days in the meadow could’ve lasted forever. But everything comes to an end.
Not long before I graduated, my mother fell ill. Many medics tried to treat her, but they had never encountered such a decease. I would try and check in on her, but my father pushed for me to focus on my training. He said she would be ok, and that I had nothing to worry about. I did as I was told, but my concern never faded.
The moments I spent with my mother were seldom after she fell ill. If my father saw me lingering by her side, he would send me out to train more. This went on for 3 years. Though I did not have her with me, I continued to practice the fire style jutsus my mother taught me.
Graduation day finally arrived, but my parents were no where to be seen among the crowd. I assumed our clan had something to do with it, so I paid it no mind. But as I received my headband, my smile quickly faded. A teacher approached me with clear panic on his face. The following events were a blur of sorts. I remember rushing as fast as I could to the hospital. As I ran, dark thoughts began to fill my head.
“Why did I listen to father. Why didn’t I visit her more often…? Why is this happening?” I wondered.
As I neared the hospital, I could hear my heart pounding out of my chest. I sensed my father’s chakra as I landed right outside my mother’s window. My father stood beside her bed, his hands clenching tightly to hers. As he slowly looked up and locked eyes with me, my heart stopped. I couldn’t sense my mother’s chakra... I placed my hand against the window, as I looked at her resting face. It couldn’t be… the only person in the entire world who loved me unconditionally and supported constantly- was gone.
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