Prolouge

My name is Shiemi. Just Shiemi. I don't have a last name that I know of so if you're reading this and there was a long lost "Shiemi" in your family tree, there's a possibility that could be me. While the odds for that are fairly low, I still think that's pretty damn cool. So hello possible cousin, let me tell you a bit about myself.

I am the scribe for the Tumbling Mutt, a ship that hauls people from all over the world to where they need to go for the low price of helping out around the ship. We've had our fair share of runaways, mysterious rogue shinobi, and merchants that just couldn't afford to stay where they were and decided to move business elsewhere.

However, I didn't always work on the Tumbling Mutt. I used to drift around the main five nations writing books on teaching the human language and leaving them in places that seemed like it could be used. Tutored for a little while, I think in total, I only made 500 Ryo doing that type of work. What really made me money was writing biographies for people. I've done 250 biographies. All of them were for for rich merchants across the world, in places you could only dream of.

My favorite one, was for a steel merchant in the Land of Snow. Honoka Aihara. Even in her old age, she was beautiful- and surprisingly full of spunk. In her younger years she worked in the archive building for the village leader. This was around the time that the village was split into four different villages. Everyday, she cleaned up old documents and made copies to be used in the local library and to lend to allies. Every night, she fought as a kunoichi of the Southern snow village, securing trade routes and defending neutral out posts that often got caught in the crossfire. It was on one of those missions, she met her wife, Hanako.

Hanako was the daughter of a very wealthy steel merchant, and when her father passed, the business and client list was handed down to her. She had been working on her own for barely a year when the Northern village had hired mercenaries to attack a popular trail traveled by merchants and civilians from the Southern village. It was during one of Honoka's rounds, and she had gotten to the scene the moment the screaming started from the others traveling the trail. She had won the fight, but was injured. Hanako helped her the best she could, with her minimal medical knowledge and visited Honoka in the hospital until she had fully recovered. They clicked. After a couple years of dating on the down low, the civil war was resolved, and in the wake of a new village, Hanako proposed. Honoka spent the rest of her days training her genin squad and working with her wife.

Her biography was the last one I did. Out of all the merchants I talked to, she made me realize there was something else I wanted to write. Something I may be a bit too young to write for now, as I'm only twenty-five, but I can always just update it through the years.

I wanted to write my autobiography.

So here we are, this is my autobiography because at the moment, I feel that I may die soon. I want to get my story out, and tell the story of my crew mates along the way. So, in my last act as the ship's scribe, I will do my best to explain how we reached this point.

[AN]

Whew! That took a little bit. I'll be posting more soon, most likely tomorrow. I've written a Naruto fanfiction here before, but I wasn't happy with it looking back on it only a few months later. So this one will be more thought out and planned than the other one.

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