…My name is Hotaru. Hotaru Mazunuka. My hair is considered long for males, is a dark blond, & I have emerald-green eyes. I am part of the Mazunuka clan in the Hidden Cloud Village, & we have a special kekkei-genkai called Paralysis-Style, a combination of Lightning & Earth-style. Everyone in our clan had always thought our family was special, due to our special traits. My father, Makin, was a skilled summoner who could summon a multitude of different birds, each one having been a personal summon to an ancestor of ours. My mother, Aiya, always seemed to have a special connection with nature & was able to perform special combinations of genjutsus & ninjutsus that had gone around nature. My sister, Aurora, had been specially taught her own special summon by our mother, to this day I was never told, but she could always look into someone's eyes & see their history, what they're like, or what else may be inside… which leads it to me. My special trait is not one I am proud of. It is one which I resent & hate for as long as I live. I am a pseudo-jinchuriki of the Hachibi, or 8-Tails. When I was born, the Raikage had decided that the cloud village had needed extra protection, as his brother, B, couldn't fully control the demon that had been sealed away in me. He had chosen me instead of my sister because by one glance, I seemed stronger than her. So they had saved up chakra to add to what they had, & sealed it away into me. I was considered one of the strongest pseudo-jinchurikis alive.
After this was said & done, I simply lived my life. Well, the life those with demons inside them live: No friends. Friends didn't suit me anyhow, as I simply trained everyday from when I could actually START my training. I was always considered serious & fun-hating, though my sister knew otherwise. She had always been able to get me to play & actually laugh sometimes. She & B were really the only friends I had. B had helped me learn to control the chakra inside me, to be able to use it for my own personal gain. I had lost control a decent amount of times, even scarring my sister on occasion. She had always forgiven me for what had happened, knowing I would never actually hurt her. On top of that, I had practiced my Paralysis-Style, as well as the two styles that made it up. I had become exceptional in them, second apparently to my dad. I had excelled in my mother's training of using Earth-style & genjutsus, while my father had taught me the usage of summoning & transformations, though I was only taught a couple. On my own time, I had practiced Lightning-Style, as I used as a way to release the anger or sadness I felt when I was shunned by people outside my clan.
Around the age of 8, there had been some troubles recently between my clan & the Raikage. I had never known what had happened… but I had asked my dad since it related to the Raikage.
"Dad, why do people do mean things?" He simply stood there for moment & chuckled, leaving me in a state of confusion.
"Let's go outside to talk about this, son." As we did, we sat down outside on the walkway, near the koi pond we had in our backyard. Then my dad surprised me. "Hotaru, you often wonder WHY you have the power that you have, don't you?" My eyes widen & I gasped a bit, but I turned to him & simply nodded. He sighed & continued speaking. "Hotaru, the power you have in you was put in you by force. But it can't be removed now… " He closed his eyes & sat there for a moment. Then looked up at the sky, me looking as well, trying to figure out what he was looking for. "Hotaru, the reason people do mean things is because something has happened to them in their past to cause them to want to do these mean things for their own gain." I was then even more confused & looked at him.
"Then… why do we forgive them? Why do we forgive anyone then?..."
He chuckled again. "You always were the one to ask the questions nobody else asked…" He rubbed my head as I giggled a little at this. "Hotaru… the reason we forgive the people who have done something rude.. well, there are two reasons. The first one is because when people who are mean or 'evil' do something to you, its because something mean or 'evil' happened to them in their past that causes them to do that." I felt satisfied with the answer, but he had left something out.
"& the second?..."
He smiled at me at answered. "The second reason… is very simple. When someone close does something bad to you, you always forgive them. Because they are your family & friends & are always there for you, no matter what happens…" I smiled brightly at this answer & hugged him tightly, him hugging back. We had sat there for a little before my sister interrupted & we continued with our lives… sadly… it didn't continue long.
