Shouto leaves when he's 5. The villagers say nothing when he leaves the village.
It's cold. There's never been a day where there hasn't been snow. He warms himself up with his fire, and tries to make the best of the thin jacket he has.
He remembers to cover up his left eye, keeping it open drains energy. His father had once said that eventually, both of his eyes would be like that.
Shouto doesn't know what it looks like, he's never really looked in a mirror. He stays away from the river too.
He quickly realizes how difficult it is to leave the village. They were completely surrounded by water with no chance of escape.
Shouto walks along the exterior of the beach he's on. It's surrounded in mist, and he can't see more than 7 feet ahead. He can barely even see his hand when he reaches out.
Shouto freezes. He feels something cool along his neck and a presence behind him.
"State your name." The person's voice is deep but low.
"My name?" He asks. "Why?"
"You must see what situation you're in." The man says.
"My name is Itsuki." No it isn't. "Why are you attacking me in my homeland?"
"You're a local?" The man asked, not lowering his blade.
"Yes."
The man lowered his blade and muttered something under his breath. The mist dissipated to reveal a tall man with a black beard, black hair, and a headband. He was wearing a green flak jacket, baggy pants, and a triangular piece of cloth around his waist.
"Damn. You're young." He said.
"I'm 5."
"What are you doing out here, kid?"
"You didn't tell me your name." Shouto deflected.
"Asuma." 'Asuma-san' sighed. "What are you doing out here, kid?" He repeated.
Shouto looked up at him questioningly. "What are you doing out here? You're not a Shinobi from here." Shouto knew what the Shinobi from Kirigakure looked like, he'd grown up around them. His father was one, so was his mother.
"Ah, that's true. I'm on a mission."
A mission? That meant he would be going back to where he was from. Ergo, out of Kirigakure.
"You're just returning then?"
"I am."
"Take me with you."
"What? Kid, I can't-"
"Yes you can. I... I'll join your ranks. I'm not weak."
"Really?" Asuma-san asked disbelievingly.
Shouto resisted a scowl. "A demonstration then? Spar with me."
"I can't do that."
Shouto stomped on the ground and a giant pillar of ice raised him upwards. He glided forwards and stopped just short of where Asuma-san had jumped to. "My name is Uchiha Itsuki, please take me out of Kirigakure with you."
"Uchiha?" He muttered. "Yeah, you sure fit the description."
"I have family?"
"Yeah... a whole bunch of them." Asuma-san's face momentarily sours.
"You don't like them."
"It's not that I don't like them... they're... in a bad situation right now."
Politics, Shouto thinks. He wants nothing to do with them. But he wants to get out of Kirigakure more than he hates politics, so he'll trade.
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The Fire of a Not-Uchiha
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