Chapter 1: Identity?
"Wake up shrimp."
"Hrmgh…"
"Wake up! We don't have all day."
"Yeah, yeah I'm up. Sheez Kisame-sensei, what's wrong, more training?"
Sternly he answered, "Take this, we have to go; Now."
He handed me a black cloak, here and there, was a red cloud on it. The cloak looked just like the ones Kisame-sensei and the others wore. Quickly slipping it on, I ask, "Does this mean the leader approves of me?"
It has been two and a half years since they took me in. They told me that my name is Takūya Ryūsui. They also told me that when Itachi and Kisame-sensei found me, I was torn up and alone out in some field near the Hidden Mist Village. I believed them because that would explain my slashed-out hitai-ate I don't know who they are, but they're all I can remember…except this gruesome image of a town in flames, people screaming "monster," and a shadowy figure. I can't figure out his face, he was too far away and a dark wind blinded me.
I've been training with these people ever since; Kisame-sensei the most though. He is always raining down session after session, pushing me to my limit. Every morning we would spar and then cross swords; his great sword Samehada verses my uchigatana Kuikkushirubā. He would teach me new water-style jutsu and how to control the water itself. Sometimes I would be sent to practice my spy skills with Zetsu-sensei; others times, evasiveness with Deidara-sensei.
"Itachi," Kisame said, "It's time."
Itachi walked up to me and grabbed me by my collar. He looked me in the eye and the next thing I knew, I was in total blackness.
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