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Kyohei

Kyohei


D-rank
Sayomi’s tears fell from her face, dropping and making ripples in the pool of blood below her. Her hands and knees were stained a crimson red as she knelt in the sanguine pool, all the while the words “why” and “cowards” rang through her head. Tears flowed from her eyes profusely as she silently cursed the man who had committed the act and the world around them that had allowed such a heinous crime to take place. Just minutes before that moment, all was right in the world. It was a normal enough day in the Leaf Village, Sayomi having gone with her mother to the market to purchase goods for their home. She’d been spending a great deal more time with her mother during the months leading up to that, mostly due to her mother’s pregnancy making kunoichi work impossible. Sayomi would often be dragged around the village shopping after she returned home from the Academy. Despite their doctor’s protests her mother was a restless spirit who refused to lay up in the house and rest. It was getting dark, she recalls it being after their final stop. The streets had mostly cleared up by that point in the evening, most having returned to their homes as the shops began closing their doors.

They were on their way home, bags in hand when a man came running up behind them, grabbing hold of Sayomi’s mother as he tried to snatch her purse. Sayomi had always thought her mother strong, certainly strong enough to dispatch some random thief. This late into her pregnancy however, she was physically drained and unable to fight back, capable of only struggling to push the man away. Sayomi screamed for help as she looked around the street hoping one of the others would come to their aid, only to see them turn their head to the ground as if trying not to get involved. “Cowards!” she would scream before she charged at the man and bit into his leg. He yelled for a moment before swinging down his fist and knocking Sayomi down to the ground below. This moment of distraction gave her mother enough time to draw a kunai she had hidden in her robes, but this only made the man strike back in fear. With all of his might he would grab her by the wrists, stopping any action she might have taken with the kunai and threw her down to the ground.

The force on which her head landed against the concrete step of the building beside them would down Sayomi’s mother instantly. Not wanting to stick around for the aftermath the thief would pick up her purse and flee the scene, leaving Sayomi to crawl over to her mother to help her up. She would nudge her mother, only to get no response. So she would nudge her again… and again… and again, each time her nudging becoming more desperate until it was more a violent shake. It wasn’t happening, it couldn’t have been happening… not to them. She would deny it to herself over and over until her hands and knees were painted red from sitting in the pool of blood that was leaking from her mother’s body. It was in that pool of blood that she saw her own eyes in her reflection. At first she thought it was just the red surface of the blood that made her eyes glow that distinct shade of crimson… but this was different. She had seen eyes like her own before. They were her father’s eyes. Something had awakened within her that night, her Sharingan.



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Kyohei

Kyohei


D-rank
It was not merely anger or despair that Sayomi felt flowing through her, however.  This pain and these eyes were accompanied by a power that she had never before felt coursing through her veins. Was this the power of the Uchiha clan that she had heard in stories from her father and in the whispers of the others in the village that seemed to speak of it only with fearful reverence? Even through the rage and sorrow that threatened to consume her as she kneel in a pool of blood beside her mother’s corpse, Sayomi could not resist the sudden surge of strength and vitality that she was experiencing. The feeling was absolutely incredible, unlike anything she had ever felt before. The blood in her veins burned like fire, fueling the anger that swelled up inside of her.

While perhaps unclear to the young Sayomi at this point, her mother’s murder that day would set in motion events which could not be undone. The repercussions of this day would reach far beyond the understanding of a six year old child, but would come to her in time. The crimson red eyes she would see in her own reflection served not only as a source of power, but as a story unto themselves. Amongst the Uchiha, that story reads as a tale of superiority as a birthright. To them their sharingan was proof of their lineage, their power; eyes that saw truth where there are lies and brought the burning light of retribution where there is darkness. Amongst those outside of the clan however, the eyes tell a story of monstrosities and a curse of hatred. Indeed it holds true that to the majority of the shinobi world, the Uchiha are still judged and defined by their past and their eyes.

Some say there was a time, however brief, that outsiders knew the truth behind the Sharingan. That it was not hatred that fueled the Uchiha’s powers, but rather it was their strong sense of love and devotion. When an Uchiha comes to know strong feelings such as love or friendship with another person and then loses that person or those feelings are betrayed, their brains release a chakra unique to the clan, one that invades and affects the optic nerve and resulting in the phenomenon known as the Sharingan. Such a time however, has long since passed and such understanding was no longer afforded to the Uchiha.

The respect that the Uchiha clan did receive was not out of appreciation, but out of fear. Fear that one day another Uchiha prodigy would rise and carry the mantle of destruction and vengeance that so many before them had. Fear that without the military strength of the Uchiha to bail them out when the village was in dire straits they would fall. However despised these eyes were, they were needed in the shinobi world. Few if any other clans could boast the ability to win wars and bring even the greatest warriors to their knees with but a glance. The village needed the Uchiha… it needed Sayomi. No. The world needed Sayomi.



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Kyohei

Kyohei


D-rank
She could barely even recall how much time had passed before the medics had arrived and pulled her mother’s corpse away from Sayomi’s embrace. Drowning in a sea of emotional conflict, rage, and newly found power it seemed to Sayomi that her life had frozen in time. The rest of the world carried on as usual while hers fell apart and not a single helping hand was outstretched to her. They would look over to the scene and display an expression of shock, sometimes followed by a look of pity, but always followed by a silent exit. It must have been so convenient for them; to not have to sully themselves by offering aid to a young girl in grief. It was so easy to just walk away and pretend it never happened. Once they had made their exit this scene would likely be stored away in the dark recesses of their mind, never to bother them again.

Everything between that point and when Sayomi’s father arrived to retrieve her was a blur. She could recall minor details; the cold night wind numbing her skin, snapshots of moments that had taken place, red, and anger…so much anger. There was also a smirk on her father’s face that she could never forget once he saw her eyes had awakened. It was almost silent approval that she saw in his eyes, ignoring the situation at hand and focusing on her awakening as an Uchiha.

Little was said about that night from that point forward. Sayomi’s father became available less and less frequently, burying himself in his work, and later on, his vices in order to cope with the death of his wife. His absence left Sayomi and her sister to largely fend for themselves. They became the keepers of the house, with her sister, being the oldest, taking charge as head of the household. Sayomi’s joyful and childlike demeanor would change that day; the day both her childhood and her mother were stolen from her. They also never found the man who did it, which only made her resentment grow. A village of shinobi who are masters of investigation, deduction, and tracking that could conveniently be unable to locate a man that committed a murder of a mother with child in front of a crowd. It was then that Sayomi came to a realization about the world she lived in. There was no justice to be had in this place, only anger, and hatred, and evil. And nothing would change until someone forced it to change.



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