For as far back as I can remember I've always had my faith in my Father. He was strong, kind, and always had his eye on something greater than what we had. He taught me strength, independence and hope in the future. My name is Kamina, I am the Demon-Leader of the Dai-Gurren Brigade. Of course, you've already heard of me, how could you not?
My Father was just as awesome and well-known as I was. He always made everyone happy, and he made sure that those sleazy village chiefs couldn't push everyone down with fear. He stood tall, spoke loudly, and made sure that everyone listened.
Why am I telling you about my Father if you came here to hear about me, you say? Well, my Father was the very reason I am who I am today. He's the one that started it all, who started the great, grand legend of Kamina, Eternal Leader of the Dai-Gurren Brigade!
You see, my Father was liked by a lot of people, except the Chief and his followers. They always made people follow with fear and trickery, and my Father always stood up to them, telling people that they didn't have to be afraid. He told them that they didn't have to sit in the lies, that they could change their lives to be better ones if they wanted to. The Chief always tried to give him a bad name, and blamed everything that went wrong, from the power going out, to the inevitable earthquakes, on my Father.
He always took them, though. Every single one, he took them and then just shook them off like they were nothing. People were awed by him, and for good reason. He was such an inspiring person that one day, people decided to rise up. The people following my Father fought against the people following the Chief. At first it was only based on words, with only a few, grand gestures making their appearance.
Then the fighting truly started. It broke out as a punch, just a simple punch, from someone who had taken more than enough abuse. They weren't even on one side or another, they have just been pressured so hard to be placed one that they snapped. Once that first punch was thrown, many others followed.
It was the day I had turned 6. My gift was a village filled with fighting.
I felt the fear rebound through me, as my Father dashed out to see what was happened out in the village. Everyone was fighting, from the men to the women, to the children, too. Bones snapped, blood splattered, bodies fell. Throughout the cavern, two voices reverberated.
"Stop this nonsense!"
It was the combination of my Father's voice and the Chief's voice. Instantly, both sides stopped fighting, and turned their respective leaders. My Father just stood there, his arms folded, his face showing a dark, furious scowl as the Chief's voice continued to push out through the masses.
"We cannot turn our anger into fighting! If we fight amongst ourselves, we all will be hurt because of it! We are living on a thread in this village; we cannot turn against each other now! We need to stand together as one, and fight to survive!"
Everyone was quiet, their shock very palpable in the brisk air. Time seemed to stand still as not a single muscle was moved. Eventually, people started to leave, moving back to their homes. The fear and anger was still there, so thick it was impossible to see past, but everyone, including my Father, knew the truth in the Chief's words. We needed to stand together, or perish.
My Father turned and walked back into his home, passing by me without a single word. I could tell he was thinking, but I had absolutely no idea what about.
Now that I do know, I'm still unsure whether or not I'd have said something to him that day.