A New Story

I am Ninja

What would you become if you woke up tomorrow a ninja in the world of Shinobi? What would you achieve. Would you be great? Would you be born to a powerful clan. Think about it, give yourself a few minutes. Are you thinking? Now consider this. Consider all the problems life has added to your existence, your current life, take into consideration what it really means to be a ninja. The Danger, the Life, the Experience, it all amounts to what it is to be ninja. Every aspect of the life you live is calculated and monitored for the possible threat that is your existence. Social acceptance is key, for if your peers resent you your village will turn against you and your comrades will spurn you even in the heat of battle. A mistake equals death, in school and in life we always make mistakes from small to big but for a ninja a mistake means injury and often death. Your friends/abilities/reputation determine your life, if you just so happen to be born into the wrong clan/village/blood-limit it could mean being hated and feared... until they kill every last one of your bloodline. Simply being a powerful ninja means that you are a bigger target, hated because they fear you and feared because you could be a threat even to your own village.

This is the life of a Shinobi...

and In the life of a shinobi, there are many faces, many techniques, and much that can go wrong. Imagine the power, the energy flowing through you from birth, the power of a Kami not wilfully given to her children. All the blessings of been born with an extra advantage over the rest of humanity, all the consequences and war drawn on by the exploits of this very same power. This is the journey we face as ninja, this is the life of a shinobi, and in the world of the Shinobi even the most talented are vulnerable to the quick hand of death.

Like the fall of a die, chance decides your fate on this world and only through happenstance and great need does change come about. The gifts we bare nothing more than an accident of fate, even for the clan born, life is unpredictable. Dedication often falls short of the gambled powers destiny binds us to, and what is destiny really but an uncharted road leading to an end. For it is unknown what will become of your fate, born to fleeting flesh and binding blood, not even the eternal spirit knows what is ahead.

Will you be clan born only for your family to be shattered with betrayal and death? Will fortune line your pockets with gold and an undeniable birth right never to be defeated in battle, only for you to fall before your time due to an incurable disease? Has destiny chosen you as its champion? Has fate selected you out of the millions to bring about change, or are you destined to be the mediocre ninja who can't even get dying right? Still worse, are you a ninja or are you an Inter-village ninja?

The Inter-Village Ninja:

"You should be glad, for you alone will know what it means to be an Inter-Village ninja"

Argies frowned in his lack of understanding but continued to jog, his breath staggered and his body hunched over as he listened to his guardians while he trained.

His Aunt continued drawing meaning to her words "...In the choice between inter-village ninja and ninja, the kami smiled on you by granting you the title of inter-village ninja"

"*Huff*But why Aunt Anisue?" The young inter-village ninja Argies asked perplexed, his words sputtered between huffs of breath that could be seen in the early morning light. "Aunt Anisue you know Inter-village ninjas are given the worst... most degrading jobs... like delivering messages and helping construction workers as cheap labour... Why would you want me too..." His throat hit a lump and he struggled to process his words, his mind and his tongue operating on different mediums from that of his soul and heart. "We aren't considered real ninja, just chakra adapt citizens" He cough, his voice sore, he had been jogging since before morning through the chilled air of the night, but that wasn't the reason his voice wavered.