The night in the ancient forest was quiet. The stars in the sky. A passing comet flashed in and out of existence. A man laid in some high branches, looking up at the night sky.
He had brown hair, dark tan skin with a metal left arm. His right, a scar that wrapped around the whole arm, at one point, going as deep as a person being able to see bone. But that is an old scar, one that the man. His eyes were red. But they were not that of an Uchiha. But rather, different. They seem to not have any pupils, just blood that swirl around.
His name. He goes by Ziren. Chigokai Ziren. He isn't originally from this Village. Well... Yes and no in a strange sense. He was born here, but taken away for safety. Right now, he's trying to see if this Village is safe for his family, been here for almost a year, but all that time was to just be with his family, making up for time lost of him going into a two year coma some time before.
"Come on. Give me a reason to trust the people of Cloud. That it is possible for me to not worry about my children growing up in a community of hate. So they won't end up like their father, of being in the shadows, helping all those he can, taking more wounds than I can handle." He wasn't speaking to anyone in particular. Mainly to the falling star. Comet, whatever.
They say that making a wish upon a falling star can make a wish come true. This is what Ziren wishes. For his family. So that he knows that they are safe.
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