This story is based on the people in my head enjoy.

The sky lit up…vibrations from the thunder ran threw my feet while I sat in my tent. I could hear the rain hit the tent and here the people scurrying feet as they ran to get out of the rain. I knew at this point its time. I stood up from my little box seat and collected my things: two daggers, a cloak (with hood), a small rolled up letter from my superiors. I opened the flap taking a step out as I look up letting the rain hit me. I put my hood on as I lower my head and stomp off into the rain with the lightening every once and a while shedding light for the road as I feel the vibrations of the thunder upon my feet.

A year before: "Send him in please."

"Yes sir." Said the servant who after being order by the leader of the kashtu clan, left to retrieve the man.

A young seemingly 20 year old man walked into the tent of the tribe leader of the kashtu clan. His expression was of one without emotion.

"Ah, come on in and sit we have much to discuss."

"Sir, if it isn't to bold of me, why did you call me to have a talk with you?" I asked skeptical on what his intentions are.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I understand your confusion. Since we found you alone in the Hunca village and took you as our own you have become very strong very fast and very skillful we all wondered what drives you so hard." He looked me up and down trying to find the answer but with no luck.

"I just want to get stronger sir." I said obviously uncomfortable.

"Well we have a mission for you." He brought out a map and set it on the table in front of me. "We received word from our spies that my brother Kitsune was planning an attack on my fortress. I can't allow that to happen so your mission my boy is to kill my brother."

A shiver ran down my spine at the harshness of his words. Thoughts ran threw my head my training my old village, the bodies…I internally yelled to get a grip as the thoughts were pushed away. "Yes sir."

The man then chuckled to my surprise. "I was never much of the formal way to talk to your superior son. Call me Bakuryu." He stuck out his hand to shake smiling.

I took his hand finally looking him in the eye and looking at what the tan skinned black haired brown eyed man's clothes. Regular tribal clan outfit except maroon type of colored shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows his pants more like shorts then anything. "My name is Hayatte."

"Great let's get you ready then." He called for his assistant to escort me to the briefing room to talk to his commander and that was the last time I saw him….the last time I would ever be able to use my name.

Hope you all liked it I know its pretty lame but I had to start it the next chapter will be a lot more exciting I promise…that is if I get good reviews but please comment telling me what needs fixing.