There was once a young child with pink hair like cherry blossoms whose parents loved them a lot and were protective of the young one. They had already lost their first born and didn't want history repeating itself with their new child.
When the time came for the child to go to the Academy like they are bound by law to do they known that they child was unprepared for the world and in order to prepare the child for it their love became painful. It was all in good thought but the actions made the child feel like they had already died but knowing that the parents grieved they never did anything to stop it after all they couldn't they were just a child.
At first it began by them studying they needed to be knowledgeable so the child would never be ignorant of any danger and training their chakra control to perfection.
As time flew by the child did begin climbing the ranks just like how the parents wanted.
Than one day when the child was 7 tragedy struck a Massacre had happened in their village and the couple became more worried for their child's survival and began upgrading their training.
The meals the mother would create with care began filling with poison to build immunity, the father's training began leaving them in tears with a scraped, bruised, sprained, and broken body to build tolerance, and their once well paced jutsu training began leaving the child exhausted and so tired they could barely move.
That wasn't even mentioning the night being replaced with screams of horror and fear by a terrified child who was beginning to fear closing their eyes.
The child began fearing to come home but they had no right to feel this way. After all it's because their parents love them and don't want them to die so it's okay, right? They should be grateful they are even alive right now cause they could've been added to a person's trail of corpses.
As the years flew by the once cherry blossom hair turned to a blank white. The once expressive child turned to a shell of a person who never reacts.
A child who was raised with a painful love died and replaced with a imposter of someone who was now desolate.
