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The Failure
He never had a grand ambition. He didn't want to be the Hokage, or avenge some grand injustice against him, hell he didn't even want to be a ninja. It had just seemed like a fun idea at the time. The fun ended the first time another child punched him in the face and he landed on the ground holding his nose, as the iron taste of blood filled his mouth. Still he stayed hoping he could improve.
He did not improve, it took him three years to graduate the academy and he did it as the dead last of the class. There was no excuse why he was dead last, he didn't have above average charka reserves, or no charka all. He had average charka he simply could not do the Justus, it was a miracle he passed at all. But now he had a team and a sensei they could grow strong together right?
His team hated him, from the back handed insults from one, to the simple contempt from the other, there was no doubt his teammates thought he was less then scum and better off dead. Even his sensei looked at him with pity, and slight anger. As if to say "why do I have to waste my time on this no nothing"?. Still he hoped, they he had time to prove himself to them right? They would be a team for a long time right?
The team barely lasted month, after a few weeks of D-ranks they were given a simple C-rank go to the next village over and deliver a document. It was simple. Less a mile from the village gate they were ambushed. He froze. One of his teammates ran in front to engage the enemy and was pierced in the skull by a kunai. There sensei distracted by the sudden death of his student didn't see the other bandits behind him and was cut down. His final team member's neck was snapped. The group of bandits turned to him smirking. He had pissed himself the moment the first bandit appeared and he was frozen in place. Fear oozing off him. They played with him for hours, beating him, breaking his bones, and simply cutting him. Finally they left him, deeming him to pathetic to even kill. Somehow he found the strength the crawl back to the village gates.
How he hated the Third Hokage. After recovering he was sent to see him. He begged the old man to fire him, seal his charka away, wipe his mind, do anything. He didn't want to be a ninja anymore. The old man simple gave him a sad smile saying that the village needed every ninja they could get, and sent him off to the Genin Reserves. A hell for any ninja, it meant you were too weak for any team, but you were too strong to simply throw away. For months he went to that building, his hope dying every second, until he felt numb.
All these thought flashed through his head as the village around him burned. The Sound and Sand had attacked, and around him laid the bodies of his fellow forever Genin. The bone user had killed them swiftly. It was on pure survival instinct that he threw the kunai. The paled ninja simply caught it and threw it back at him. It pierced his hear and a moment later he felt blood pool in his mouth. The last vision he had was of his teammate's hateful gazes as the word failure echoed in his ears.
Now this is a bit darker then I normally write but the idea would simply not leave me alone. But if you like this then check out my other stories. As always thank you for your support.