Shiriyo

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The Kuroyama clan, huh. You may think that their jutsus are so unique and way too powerful, but you're so wrong. Let's go back in time, way way way long ago when the village hidden in mist was just founded.

When I firstly opened my eyes all around me where people. They were all looking at me. I was in the center of attention. I was the son of the commander of our clan.

You can imagine, because of that, i grew  quite wealthy. By that times our clan was so big it could fill two villages or a big one. That's the meaning behind our clan name. Kuroyama means a lot of people, or big family. We didn't have anything special, none of us were even shinobis. But we did have our characteristics. Our clan took care and raised wild animals like bears and wolves. These animals would serve us, and fight in case of attack. I grew to be one of the leaders, everyone listened to me. I was known for my good leading and for my silly personality. I never really took anything seriously, to be honest. I saw it all as a game, all this animal raising. Like, c'mon we could by now occupy the whole mist!

Or so I thought. On my 25th anniversary our village was attacked. I wanted to protect everyone, so as one of the leaders, I ordered everyone to run and hide. More than half of our village was massacred by mist shinobis that ambushed our village. They killed our animals and our people. I was sadly one of them.

Years passed and, I thought I was dead, but.. I woke up.. into a sorta cave? Apparently our clan now, takes care and raises the dead spirits the same way we raised the wild animals. I was petrified. Shocked. You name it. My own clan, my family, were now ninjas. What they did was even worse than I thought. Us entities now, for us to continue existing need chakra, so everyone here fights for it, even our poor animals.

While I was alive I took care of two orphans, a little wonderful girl, and a little boy who absolutely adored bears and would constantly ask me to train with them. Can you imagine how broken I felt when I saw some people from my clan drag them in this cave? How I felt when all the spirits where punching each other, pushing, so they could get them as a vessel? How I felt when my own father made that little girl scream and cry while he implanted the contract symbol on her little shoulder? How I felt when the bear that the little boy considered a best friend was now using his body as a vessel???? CAN YOU IMAGINE???

.... I hoped to run out of chakra so I could disappear. Every year. Little kids. Either used as vessels, either... Ugh, I don't want to talk about it.

A little girl entered the cave. She looked so happy. Why? WHY WAS SHE HAPPY???

Another strange thing. Usually the spirits would go fighting, but they just examined her, and... Left looking scared.. What was wrong? I went to look at her. Ah yes, her hair. She was chosen by our commander as a sacrifice. I scoffed. Why would I care. But I just took a longer look. I went to examine her face. I stood there shocked. She, she was their daughter.. Her eyes were exactly like her father's and her soft pale skin like her mother's... I'm not going to do the same mistake twice. I placed my hand on her shoulder softly. She looked scared. I softly mumbled sorry and formed the contract with her.

I don't know what happened next, but her body felt so warm, like home. But suddenly she summoned me. I thought that I don't want to scare her so I'll be nice and funny with her.

I greated her and introduced myself. Ah she was all bloody. And tired. She summoned me by accident. Of course who would need a ghost like me who just took basically her freedom.

She asked for my help. My help? Ah what can I do? I'm just a loser. But I don't want to let her suffer again. I looked around. I wanted to give her something to eat, so I went to pick up a deer that was near. I didn't mean to, but I accidentally took all it's chakra. I felt so scared but the girl was dying. I had to act quick. I went to her and wanted to assure her I'm going to help her, so I put a hand on her shoulder and all the chakra I collected transfered to her? I could see she was a little better. I think she mumbled thank you. You're welcome, sweetheart, you're welcome.

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