Prologue
The All-seeing eyes.
God's eyes... in other words, Kamigan.
The one and only pride of the Shimizu Clan were its rare holders. Or at least that's how it used to be. It was supposed to be a blessing, especially for a "tainted" mix breed like me, who was a result of dirtied Shimizu blood. I would have been treated like an outcast of the family, but I wasn't...
Because I was the only one left alive.
I never thought that something like this would be a burden. This so called "blessing given from the hands of God." At the first stage of its power, seeing life; the past, the present and the future were revealed through my eyes from deep within my soul. I always thought that I would be able to do something great with my power. I would be able to stop the bad things from happening and let only the good come to the world. I was a child who wished to be good and to have a good purpose. Unfortunately, what I saw wasn't always just good. Life wasn't the only thing I had the ability to see. With life came its inseparable partner- Death. Millions of deaths flashed before my very eyes as I watched... the lives of the people I encountered on my journey. Every single death was like a reminder of the clan massacre. It felt like a flashback in my mind that just kept repeating itself in an endless cycle. Every now and then, I would see a future killing spree, but it was already too hopeless for me to do anything to stop it.
After all, what could a mere child of 6 do?
For me, there was only one answer to that question. There was no doubt in my mind that I knew what I wanted to be. And to achieve that goal, I needed to survive. I needed to train myself to catch my own food, find clean water, or build an adequate makeshift shelter. And most of all, I needed to train with others.
To become the best, I had to travel long distances to meet and train with the strongest people.
But with my ability, such statements were all false. What I said before was a lie.
It didn't take me long at all to meet the people I needed to meet. After only two years of searching and fighting with street shinobi, as I looked for anyone who was willing to teach me, and failed at everything I tried to do, I found them.
Or rather, they found me.
The Akatsuki, that is.
In my five years with them, I learned that the Akatsuki was a strange cluster of people. Everyone came from a different background and each person had their own unique story to tell. But the person who interested me the most was one of my own blood.
My father's blood.
An Uchiha- Itachi Uchiha.
He was known as the murderer of his clan, and a traitor to anywhere he called home. He killed everyone, even his parents... But he spared the life of his brother...
His story was definitely the most moving out of all the others. This man had been hiding too much underneath his emotionless mask for so long. Not even his closest colleagues knew of it.
No one else did [on a personal level, I mean.]
No one else but me.
This was the first reason to our sibling bond when I first joined. The others were our similarities and pain. We got closer through the Uchiha bond that we shared, the blood, sweat, and tears that he shed [also kept a secret], and the secrets that we swore never to speak of to anyone else. But most of all, it was because of our bloodline limit.
Our sharingan.
With his help, I became a master of all three basic shinobi arts: Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, and Taijutsu. And with the help of everyone else, I learned how to master the rest. It took me 5 years of non-stop intense pain and labor to achieve such power. But I could tell from my future that it was all going to pay off. With my power, I would be able to find my clan's murderer... And free myself from the cage of restraint that told me that everything and anything I did to stop the dark future was hopeless.
Five years was all it took.
Five years for Miharu Shimizu to finally shine. Then after five years, I said my goodbyes and went off into the world once again.