Hello everyone this is my very first ever fan fic and I hope it's received with enthusiasm. I do not mind positive comments just keep the negative criticism to a minimum. I didn't want to do a crossover so i hope that having an OC will keep my story in the category where i want it. And as always i do not own any of the Names or characters here in besides my OC.
It was a morning like all those before I woke up with the same shooting pain in my leg and had to work it out as I crawled out of bed. I live in the world of the shinobi and though I'm still only 17 I've had to suddenly retire due to a horrible injury that made my left leg all but useless. I try not to let it rule my life however, I take long walks in the forest to make sure it doesn't get weak but it seems my injury doesn't care for my enthusiasm. Though I come from a very powerful and famous lineage I've been cast out as a useless shinobi. My great ancestor Hatake Kakashi had passed down his famous eye down to a worthy member of his family and I was the last to receive it. Being the last of our family I felt that this gift had been wasted on me. I try my best to keep my mind sharp my studying old scrolls and watching other members of the village to learn new techniques. On this particular morning during my walk I took a new path and came across a most strange tree. Its bark was almost black and it had no leaves of any kind. Walking around it I noticed a spot that was different from the already strange looking tree. Running my hands over the spot I must have triggered a mechanism for a piece of the trunk moved to reveal a hole. Ever the curious one I went to see what there was to be seen and I was not disappointed. All around were scrolls and books it looked like a place someone had used to do research. Looking around I sat at a table which had a book opened up I figured it was as good a place as any to start. Reading through where it was opened it seemed to be some sort of transportation jutsu. I'd always wanted to learn one so I kept reading, to my dismay it looked like there was a piece of the technique missing. I sat there for a few hours looking at many manuals that were around the desk and thought I had the technique figured out. Not wanting to waste any time I proceeded to make the appropriate hand signs and then palmed the ground as if doing a summoning. For a few moments nothing happened then a great light appeared which shone as bright as the sun and from out of nowhere wind began to stir around pulling me toward the light. Realizing I had made a mistake I tried to run but it was no use the wind was too strong. As I was pulled into the light it felt like my body was being torn right down to the separate fibers of my muscles, then blackness. When I awoke I was laying in a field I had no Idea where I was nor how long I had been out. Looking around I managed to find a stick that would do as a cane and got to my feet. Hoping beyond hope that I hadn't ended up in enemy territory I wondered around till I saw what looked to be house tops peeking from above a nearby tree line. Reaching my destination I noticed it was a small very pleasant looking village. What caught my attention immediately were the inhabitants of this village. They appeared to be small horses of varying color. Too caught up in what I was witnessing I didn't hear someone sneak up behind me until it was too late. I turned just long enough to see a flash of orange as two hooves made a rather hard hit on my head. Falling to my back vision blurry I managed to hear one thing before I passed out, "Whut are ya?"
