My young life was probably were it got the lowest. As soon as I was born, Father had many prophecies from his fortune tellers that I was next in line as leader of Kori no Mura. He didn't have that with his first child, my brother, so he knew that I was the one. He finally had someone to take over from him once he was ready to step down. Someone young and, hopefully, more powerful than what he will become as the years go on.
Although he believed his intentions were good ones, to others, they were far from that. He kept me within the boundaries of my home, only letting me out to play with others, go to the academy or if he wanted to train me.
After my first year at the academy, I became an overachiever. I became strong. Too strong. Because I had a chakra transfusion at such a young age, with underdeveloped body cells, the chakra fused into my body cells making them highly energised. It even came to the point that my blood cells carried so much chakra that it's as if I had a second chakra network. Instead of bleeding red, I bled blue energy.
Peers became scared of me. Ran away from me even, because they didn't want me to hurt them. Parents also kept a close watch on me. They believed I was too young for the strength I obtained and there was a chance of me becoming out of control. But Father had none of it when anyone tried to explain their issue with him. He just said the same thing over and over again. I need to be strong so that I can lead the village, otherwise we might as well walk to the other lands and hold up signs saying 'You can kill us now' because that is the road we will take if Father doesn't step down in time or dies and there is no one strong enough to take over from him. But one thing he did do was take into account that I would need restraining. If I got too excited, sparks of energy and chakra would be released from my body without me knowing. If I got upset or angry, my chakra would boil to the brink of eruption. Father decided to keep me within the strict safety of home and allowed me to study things other than fighting. I would read books on horticulture and floriology. I would craft weapons and outfits for myself. I would even help around the house, just so long as my emotions didn't become overwhelming.
But I did get lonely. Father was always busy working or giving me lectures about why I couldn't go outside. My brother Taichi doesn't speak to me much. He always locks himself away in his room to study on his own. The only person who I could speak to and always had time for me was Mother.
Mother was my rock. My hero. My idol. She was strong, beautiful and smart too. She has given up a lot of her career to look after me and Taichi and be a house wife, to make sure everything at home was as it should be. Sure sometimes she would be called out to work at the hospital or whatnot, but most of the time she was at home, waiting for me to come back from the Academy. Unfortunately, she has argued a lot with Father about me, and it makes me feel guilty because I hate it when Father takes her down, not physically, mind you, but verbally. He always got his own way, and that only made me dislike him more. Being locked away from the outside world made me more curious about what was out there, but there is no chance of me ever finding out what is out there because with the way things were going, I wasn't going anywhere. Even mentioning the outside world to Father made him mad.
My brother, Taichi, was allowed out for missions and such. Father said it was because he was no heir, he was needed elsewhere so he too can become an asset to the village. Taichi didn't really like me though. I think it was because he was mad that he wouldn't become leader in the future. I could never understand why though, for he was tougher and more strong willed compared to me, the small, shy girl I was back then. Father said Taichi lacked in leadership qualities, always pointing them out to Taichi when they argued. Just getting shouted at by Father made Taichi loathe me more. Every time I arrived home from the Academy, he would storm right past me, making sure I got a taste of the disgust on his face, and lock himself away in his room.
At the Academy I was one of three. There was me, a girl named Mai, and a boy named Tsuyoshi, then there was our sensei Akuma. He may, in his younger life, have been criticised for having a female name, but he was no girl. He was one of the strongest Jonin around. And we were lucky enough to have him be our sensei.
Now, from here on, my story will begin.