…for it is that Shinobi are typically bred. You can see it in there very being. They are like horses, bred for their purposes, like Clydesdales and Mustangs. The Uchiha Clan are made for enforcement and attack, and it shows. They are made cold, detached, and easy killers, for all are expected to go into a form of combat at some point. They prize power, because that is what they were bred to crave. They are child soldiers masquerading as nobles.

The Inuzuka Clan are hunters and gatherers. They are bestial and predatory, competitive to a fault. They prize power, but only those who want it to pursue it, for they understand not everyone is a hunter or a gatherer. They are more inclined to instincts long evolved and trust their gut.

The Hyūga Clan are the only ninja nobility acting like nobility. They are reclusive and pompous, sometimes arrogant. They have their own secluded society with a hierarchal class system and laws. Their compound acting as the capital, is where you will find almost all of them. They are a very no-nonsense bunch, only leaving their secluded section of the world when necessary or when beneficial, the same extending towards communication. To be sure, if you are approached by a Hyūga for something, know that your either their last option or your being tricked into something; Generally it's the latter.

The Nara Clan is a host of contradictions. Procrastinating geniuses that are often found in tactical or strategic occupations. The Nara take after their deer, for they are comparable to Rats. They feed on anything plant, crops included just like rats with trash, and because of chakra they are twice as cunning and dangerous as the worm tailed tuks of my home. The point is, the Nara are smart enough to get anything, and lazy enough to settle for anything.

That got out of hand.

I could go on about the clans but this is a book on research, and that part is relevant to the breeding aspect of these clans.

This breeding of clans shows quite a bit in their shinobi. While we will be saving the discussion on inherited chakra for a latter section. The child's proficiencies, be they influenced by nature or nurture, begin to show around the age of six. They are than taken to their clan-mate, proficient in the child's talent, and taken under their wing. Their gift then either flourishes, or falls into mediocrity. Clans only praise talent, and those without are not abandoned, but they are certainly not cared for.

Although ninjas of renown can start their own clans, they are mostly irrelevant when put next to one of the founding groups, and rarely curie enough favor to match any civilian noble or merchant conglomerate. These small, 'new money' clans are prone to push their children into shinobi training, partially to expand what little influence they have, but mostly due to militaristic propaganda and previous indoctrination of the parent. It is a cycle I understand in a world like this. But that does not mean I don't find it incredibly sad. For it is, that neither civilian raised nor clan born are exempt from it

Another thing to consider on the low rate of civilian shinobi, Is the class divide prevalent in Konoha. The divide is nothing to scoff at, for the…

He approached him like his father taught him to approach deer: slowly, with respect, and to show no fear.

He was so curious. Every other kid was predictable, like simple equations. They played, they gathered, they questioned, they ignored. They were pleasure seeking idiots. They may title the pastures playgrounds, but cattle were still cattle. The only reason he even watched the kids was to manage his cousin which he was put in charge of, sense he was in Genin corps and did very little.

But he took interest in the 5-year-old who ran.

The kid never played, never talked, or was talked to, and never once was not interesting. The boy was training, albeit strangely. He would test his limits, meditate, and rest, and then push again. Then he'd just look at himself for a short time before running to his father (a blacksmith, he found, after curiosity overcame him and stalked the duo home) with a small smile and left. He may have not been a Yamanaka, but after studying people for the lengths he had, you typically figured out what was typical and atypical. And that boy was atypical on a lot of fronts.

His curiosity was often hindered by his lack of motivation, but when his curiosity was piqued, he would figure it out. Or try until he was completely disheartened.

That boy piqued his interests.

So that is how he found himself approaching the boy, who was currently going through his strange katas, looking to talk to the boy. His target noticed his approach, and stopped his work, shifting into a stiff standing posture, keeping his eyes firmly placed on his own. no slippery eyes, no fidgeting. His eyes didn't have that weird shine he had observed in all the others in his age group toddling around. They held nothing but silent questioning, maybe even a bit of agitation. He knelt to be at least somewhat level with the kid, to be approachable.

"Hello child. My name is Keikaku Nara. Would you tell me your name?" He gave a softer smile than usual, in hopes of being affable to the kid. His efforts were for not. The boy just continued to stare. Was his eyebrow raised? Seems he would have to try harder. "Well child, I have seen you many times in this park. Yet, I have never seen you play with the others. Why is that?" he continued to smile, hoping to produce something, anything, from the child. The kid looked towards the socializing tots, a sort of distinct disinterest evident as he turned back and simply spoke for the first time he had known about him.

"Boring."

The boys voice was light and soft; high, and squeaky just like the other children. It was the lack of emotion, the sheer disinterest that hit him. "And why is that?" his voice uttered. Everything exited the things at this age. Curious and curious. The boy raised an eyebrow, which he had never seen a child do previously, and pointed at the herd. "Happy to do anything." He couldn't help shaking his head in bewilderment. "And what you do isn't boring?" the kid shook his head. "It is boring."

… What? "Then why do you do it?" the boy rolled his neck, the only significant movement he made sense the talk started. "Preparation, satisfaction." Huh. Maybe it's a value in the family or something. "So what do you find fun?" there was no hesitation. "Books" that was… unexpected. The boy had been active whenever he saw him so he had thought… well that at least explained the diction. Curious. "Well, what's fun about them?" people talk about their interests, and kids fell for leading questions. The kid looked up in thought for a bit before shrugging. He snorted. "Very descriptive." His sarcasm slipped out of its restraints. The kid simply squinted his eyes at him. "Knowledge, implications, scope, narrative, anticipation, payoff." That was a lot. He didn't really get it, but he nodded as if he understood. "Question." Finally! The conversation was on its way out of this one-sided interrogation. He nodded with a smile he hoped was encouraging.

He pointed to where the kids were. "Is the injured kid your charge?" he flinched and looked over to the group. Sure enough, his cousin was crying in the dirt, with his fellows varying between confusion, worry, and indifference. He sighed and turned back to tell the boy he would be back, but the child had already walked away, making his way towards his assumed they left the park. He sighed and walked to his charge. Curious.

He would find the boy again, for curiosity always had gotten the better of him.