The crack of the sun's rays peering through distant holes and the creaking window pushed by the gentle breeze alerted a young boy sitting on his bed; feeling the moon rub her eyes, and the sun yawn.  The meditating genin opened his left eye to realize his room. A peaceful morning, one thing he always appreciates; the little things that go for granted.  Oh, how a war could ruin even the most simple of delicacies. Yet, the threat of war called him every morning, warning him that one day, he will be placed in a situation of life or death.  His preparation to take one's life is unique to those who bear the title of shinobi.

His eyes stared back at him intently as he tied his polished headband around his forehead.  He never realized that he was signing up for such a grim lifestyle.  He understood the benefits of protecting the village and serving for their nation, but maybe there was something wrong with the world that required protection in the first place.  Regardless, he would do whatever it took to protect his village.  A smirk appeared on his face, a growing confidence.

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He made his way through the village in a leisurely stroll until he appeared at the training grounds.  His hands held unique equipment to train agility, strength, and even test the capabilities of his senses.  At the entrance gates, he took in some fresh air, a natural way to inspire the body.  His limber legs trotted through the training grounds, he could already feel the energy flowing through his body.   It is amazing what adrenaline can do…