Sakyuma had just gotten home from a long day at school. He laid his books out on his desk in his room, and leaned back into his chair stressed at his immense workload. He tilted his head peering outside at the other kids his own age running about having fun, and enjoying their life's path. He got up, left his room and walked down their hallway, nervous about what he was about to ask. He knocked on his parent's door, and began his suggestions. "Father I know you want success for me, and that is why I think I need to be a ninja. Just like you and Mother were." His father quickly propped the door open, and handed Sakyuma another book and closed the door. Sakyuma turned the book over, and it read "Accounting for Young Entrepreneurs." Sakyuma dropped his head and sighed in angst as he walked back to his room, careful not to disrespect his parents. He spent the rest of his day studying, and reading. For a child his age, this was no material to be studying, he had to make a change. He wanted to protect those who could not protect themselves, and he had to get stronger with or without his parents' approval.
When nightfall arrived, he put on black clothes to hide better in the night. Black shirt, black pants, a black face mask, and a black hoodie. He quickly jumped out of his bedroom window carefully scaling the wall to not fall. This was to be his new routine, he would study the ninja way in the night, and study business in the day. Deep in the yard, he started to train. In order, to stand up against anyone, he had to hone his physical strength, he had to do it quietly as to not wake his parents nor the neighbors. He got into a plank position, and with determination stayed in this position for 2-3 minutes. Then he started to do push-ups, not knowing how much progress he'd make from it but he didn't care. With every one he did, he just pictured those terrible events, being too weak to do anything, his father shielding him from every boy's in the village's birthright. To save, to protect, to fight for those they love.
After about 100 or so, he was sweating terribly, plopping himself in the grass, he laid there heavily breathing staring at the canopy tree his father planted years back. It was so large, that with the quiet and tranquil sounds of the wind country in the night, he knew this is where he belonged. Fatigued from his exercises though, he laid down resting, knowing he would be so tired in the morning, he might as well trudged a bit more. He sprinted back to the house and climbed up the wall, and hopped into his bedroom. Till another day, and another time. He slowly pulled the hoodie off his head and took off the mask, taking off his shirt, he would be getting ready for bed.
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