He wore a heavy cloak about him that shed his face from the world, revealing only his ankles down, which were covered as well.

He walked among the 'normal' people of the village, ashamed of himself for not being beautiful.

A few times he had tried to rid his 'filthy' body of his life, cursing himself for being afraid.

He stopped daily at the slowly-moving river to remove the hood from his head. He glanced into the near-still water at his 'sickening' face…

Tears cascaded from his silvery eyes, running over the shark-like gill structures on his 'ugly' blue face…and he fell to his knees.

He used his sharpened nails to claw at his face. When he would scrape his gills, the pain was unbearable…

He cursed himself for being weak. He stood and wandered along the bank of the river, the edge elevating until it was an extremely high drop to the bottom.

The river met the ocean, greenish-blue going on for miles. He stood at the lip of the cliff, staring into the bluish abyss below him. He began to lift his right foot fearfully over the edge, his entire body shaking and his face tear-ridden. He was about to shift his weight to his right leg when something caught his attention…

The handle of a sword jutting from a nearby tree. He rapped his fingers around it and hefted it out of the tree…it responded to his touch. It flailed the scales that adorned it, which meant…it was alive

He had kept the scaled sword and named it Samehada to match his own name: Hoshigaki Kisame.