A Bud that May Never Bloom
Chapter 1- Introduction
It seems that everyone always has a story; a story that makes them a person, a story that makes them stand out, a story that makes them feel alive. However life isn't always as favorable and giving as some people may make it seem to be. I grew up with no special story, no special event that changed my life or that gave me motivations for my dreams, no special treatment from my parents that made me the favorable or hated child. I grew up as just a normal person, with normal living arrangements, normal parents, and normal activities. Everything was just average for me. I wasn't one of those main characters that stood out from the rest; I was just another person in the crowd. I am just me, and honestly that is all I've ever wanted to be.
I was never good with formal introductions, but I guess if you want to follow me on this "exciting" tale of mine, an introduction is in order, right? My name is Kame Tsubomi. My father and mother worked hard to earn a living, traveling from village to village selling simply what they picked up from the previous trade: wood, flowers, crops, seeds, weapons. They were traveling entrepreneurs and they worked hard to where they are now. Eventually they settled down in the Land of Fire. The weather was warm, the sun shined, and the large population of the country really allowed my parents to sell to lots of different types of people. The warm weather also allowed for my parents to finally settle down and open up a small flower shop in Crater City. The village constantly has festivals year-round, allowing for my parents to always be in business. Anyway, I was born soon after they settled down with their shop, and as soon as I could walk, I was helping around the shop. My time in the shop didn't last very long though, once I became the age of 4 I had to leave home and live with my aunt and uncle in Konoha. Business the past couple of seasons wasn't doing so well, so my parents didn't have enough money to really support the 3 of us, and soon to be 4. They decided that it was best to send me to the next village to live with my wealthy relatives and to also begin my education. However, this wasn't just any regular education, this would my first steps down the road of becoming a ninja.
Before living with my relatives, I never really thought of becoming a ninja, I was only just a child. However, as young as I was when I stepped foot into the academy, I knew that I belonged. It felt like the Academy was calling me. Beckoning me. I knew, that at that moment, that was where I belonged. My training through the academy went well, and I enjoyed every minute of it. I only had one problem: sometimes they would separate the boys from the girls to have different types of training. I didn't want to pick flowers, I wanted to practice my jutsu, the hand symbols, throwing kunais. THAT was my calling. It finally came time to take my exam to graduate from the academy, and I do have to say that I did not graduate near the top of the class. Remember how I said my childhood was fairly average? Well that is exactly where I was when I passed, nothing too bad, but nothing spectacular either. I graduated right in the middle of my class: 15 out of 30. Tomorrow though is the big day. Tomorrow is when we finally get put into squads, and being stuck right in the middle, I have no idea where I will end up.