I miss my family. Despite that, the last few years have served me well. After running away from the hell that was once Markovia, a nice man who went by the name of Hiroshi raised me and trained me to become a powerful warrior. He was an angel sage, he taught me how to fight in armed and unarmed combat and how to summon angels to fight by my side. But how I became so strong is a story for another time. Hiroshi-sama eventually died of old age, and I went my separate way , travelling where the wind took me, honing my skills and doing missions for various lands so that I could afford to feed myself.

My travels took me to a part of the world where shinobi are the main military asset to their lands. It was the part of my journey that would change my life forever. I had met shinobi before; they were not populous in the lands that I had once travelled to. They were not very strong either. However, that was about to change. During my travels, I often questioned my purpose in life. I believed at the time that revenge was one of them, and now that I had strength, I could kill the Jashins that took everything away from me. First my freedom, then my family.

My encounter with a Jashin began somewhere on the road to The land of lightning. It was a quite road, and then I saw two men in black cloaks, with red clouds on them. This was an awkward situation, and then I saw it. It was the Jashin symbol around the more human looking man's neck. I had to attack him.

'Jashin scum!'

'Looks like we have a little racist here', he blocked my sword attack with his Scythe. His friend decided to intervene.

'We haven't got time for this Hidan, we have to capture that Jinchuuriki! If you want to kill him let's do it together'

'No Kakuzu, I got this one... and this time - It's personal!' Hidan replied.

We briefly exchanged blows with our weapons until I got the upper hand, by finding an opening and chopping both of his hands.

'This is what you, and your people get for treating my people like Shit!', I finally said what I wanted to say to a Jashinist, if I met them. But the Battle wasn't finished, Kakuzu had to intervene, and was going to make this quick. He separated into 5 entities, each representing an element. In order to match that level of power, I had no choice but to summon my angels.

'Kuchiyose-no-jutsu!', four of my Angels appeared. It was a five against five battle, we cancelled eachother out, and the Jashin had retreated to a distance to watch. Soon afterwards, I heard a godly voice.

'Shinra - Tensei!' Kakuzu and I were pulled away from eachother, his 'hearts' retreated back to his body and my angels disappeared. The man with a godly voice had the most unnatural look about him. His skin was pale and dead, his hair was bright orange and there were several piercings across his face.

'Lord Pain, what are you doing here?', Kakuzu asked.

'You're supposed to be capturing Jinchuuriki', Pain asserted.

'This racist came along and ruined everything', Hidan interrupted.

'I might be 'racist', but only because you Jashins decided it was okay to take everything away from us Jentiles. I had suffered for so long, my freedoms, my family- All gone because of your people!', I shouted it out without much thinking, but it came from my heart rather than my head.

'Very well. It seems you understand what pain is. I will spare your life this once but, mess with the Akatsuki again and we will show no mercy! Hidan, Kakuzu, we have wasted enough time here. We Still have the Leaf village to attack as well. Let's go!'

'Yo Kakuzu, you'd better sew up my hands, they were the target of racial abuse!' Hidan remarked.

The three of them went swiftly and silently, leaving me to reflect on what just happened. Looking back, revenge seemed like a pointless idea. It wasn't Hidan's fault that I suffered. Nothing would bring back my family and nothing would undo the slavery. I was left to think what my purpose was now. Pain then mentioned the Leaf Village, I had heard rumours of the Leaf village before. They had strong and wise shinobi, such as the Hokage the Sannin and even copy Ninja Kakashi heroes in their own right. Maybe I would find my purpose if I went there for a while. Without further time wasted, I set off for the Leaf village.