Bloodmoon794
Naruko Uzumaki stood out in the streets of Konoha. Bright blue eyes seemed to glow in the sunlight, long sun kissed blond hair flowing down to her lower back, and three whisker-like marks etched along each cheek. Her tanned skin was unusual in this part of the world, and the fully orange kimono paired with black ninja sandals made her look like a flower ready to bloom. Her dream was simple but immense: she wanted to become Hokage.
Far from the village, in the shadowed woods, a boy trained alone.
His dark eyes absorbed what little light filtered through the trees, and his hair, black as ink, framed skin pale as fresh snow. He wore a long-sleeved black shirt with a red-and-white fan painted on the back, dark pants, and black ninja sandals. A short white sword rested in his hand as sweat ran down his small, tense body.
"What am I? I am not human," he said, his voice raspy and trembling with fear.
At only five years old, he already understood the danger of humans discovering his secret, and that fear weighed heavily on him.