Two armies stood on edges of a large field. It was rare that ninjas fought in this manner but the circumstances did not give them any choice. When it had been reported that a huge military force was moving towards their home, the only possible solution was to gather all capable men and women and stand in front of the enemy. They had to be stopped before they reach the village.
The battle lasted for many hours, and it seemed no end would come. The snow and cold made it very hard to fight. More and more died on either side, but the Solano had the advantage that they could not die that easily. After each wound they would stand up, and strike again. But they were outnumbered. Not even the Solano were strong enough.
"My Lord, we lost the left flank, and the right is barely holding." A man breathing heavily approached the leader.
"Who do we have left?" Lord Hyuuga of the joint clans asked.
"There are thirty Solano in the central field, some Hyuuga and Uchiha in the right. Several Almeno in the left." The man gasped.
"Very well, that will do perfectly…" The leader smiled, and the only though of the people observing his was that he had gone mad…
The Byakugan and Sharingan were never meant to be together…. What happened next could only be called hell…
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Back in the village the weather was getting worst. The cold was too cold, and the snow was over a meter deep. Women and children were gathered in the main Solano-Hyuuga castle, awaiting their men, husbands, fathers, brothers to come back from battle. Nothing is worse than waiting, especially when you don't know who will come, your ninja or the enemy…
The watch on the highest tower said that someone was coming, one single man… Some looked out the windows trying to recognize the person, but no one could do it because of the blizzard and darkness. The guards were ready at the entrance, ready to kill any enemy… But as soon as the door opened the men sighted in relief… It was him, their noble and strong leader… And it was Death entering the castle with him…
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He could only remember a little from what actually happened, he saw his own father with a blue handled knife above his head, he head cries, he saw blood on the castle walls and floor… And as Death approached him, he whispered the only name that came to his mind… Carmicheal, his only friend… The one who was always patient with him, the one who taught him and helped him… Every child should have a friend like that, an older guide… He fainted.
When he woke feeling very cold, he could only see blood everywhere. His father was dead… His family was dead… Everyone was dead… He wanted to cry for help, but even being a seven year old child he could tell that no one was around… As he slowly walked down the stairs of his home, he looked back… This was not his castle anymore… This was the Tomb of the Hyuuga clan.
He looked around not knowing where to go or what to do. The his eyes turned West. The Village.
The road was hard, the snow was very deep and being just a small child it made walking extremely difficult. He did not know how long it took him to get there, but it seemed ages… Night had slowly passed away and several hours after dawn he finally made it. He walked slowly into the covered with snow town and headed straight to the town council.
He tried to tell them what happened, he told them about the clan, about his father. But they wouldn't listen. They did not care… He asked for food and shelter but they refused and kicked him out like some dog into the cold.
For them everything that happened was very convenient, they hated the clans, and their death was a very promising coincidence. Getting rid of the last member and the heir was seemingly simple… He would die in the cold and snow anyway. What could a seven year old kid do alone? Nothing…
He took one last look at the town, and he looked back towards where the castle was. And he swore to himself and to all who died, that this offence would not go unpaid…
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"What do you say we move straight towards the sea?" A men turned towards his companion. They were walking along a road covered with deep snow. Or as to say, they were walking on the snow.
"We should step by home, we haven't been there in over fifty years…" The other men pointed out.
"Well we could wait until the weather becomes warmer…" The first man spoke again.
"What difference does it make if it's cold or warm?" The other man spoke.
"I just think this journey is pointless, the castle has always been there and will always be there, and I don't like freezing my ass just to go and see it again…"
"Stop babbling like some old woman… The cold and snow can't hurt us, so why wait?"
"As you wish, but later were going towards the sea…"
"Why should we?" The second man asked. The first man turned to answer but some movement caught his eye. they glanced at the child hiding in the woods and walked his way.
"Why do you bother for a human?" The first man asked.
"I don't think this is an ordinary human…" the other said. The boy looked straight at them, but he was shivering, probably because of the cold. He had some ragged clothes on, but nothing to keep him warm. As soon as he felt a warm hand touch his shoulder the boy fainted.
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He never told them how long he walked in the snow and cold, but judging by the dead bodies at the Hyuuga castle, it had been at least six weeks… They never knew how he survived all that time, half starved to death and freezing cold… but he did. They reluctantly took him in, feed him and as soon as he woke up questioned him. But that did not help the situation at all. Hearing about what happened to the joint clans both men could only feel grief. Their friends, their family had all died, and this child was all that was left…
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When he woke up in the presence of both men, he felt scared. He did not know them, and they could hurt him… But then he realized he was warm, and that they gave him food and shelter… which was way more than the village gave him… They would not hurt him.
As they asked him lots of questions about what happened, he hesitantly told them everything. He observed their reaction and vaguely analyzed the idea that there two were twins. They looked like twins, with identical blue eyes, black hair with a strange white stripe on the right side, same high, same built, but somehow he knew they were not twins…
He hesitantly asked who they were, and as soon as they named themselves he knew. They were famous in the clan. The talk of the clan for the last two generation. Brothers born in the second generation, Almeno and some other clan, which had already been forgotten. They refused to take part in the "breeding program" and left the village to live on their own. They were considered marauders, they travelled a lot and rarely stayed at one place… And they were the his only family left…
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Chirstian was the older of the two Solano- Almeno, precisely eighty years older than his half brother. Nothing special about him, well at least when compared with other Solanos. He had his strengths and abilities but he rarely used them. He was more like a discoverer, visiting every place possible… His brother was very alike to him when it came to looks, but his character was totally different.
Tristian Solano-Almeno was younger at heart. Always cheerful, willing to meet new people and see new places. Rit soon learned that it was Christian who was the head, but Tristian who was the engine. The younger brother had a great passion, geology. He always carried around some rocks in his pocket, he always stopped to take a look at something, and he had a very bizarre hobby… He liked moving things around, not just things, big things. Like mountains, huge rocks and other strange things. Rit found it very intriguing because Tristian never used any strength to do it, just his chakra…
The day he met the two, he found his new home… A constantly moving home… But a home with always something warm to eat, and always someone to say a good word to him… And for the boy raised in seclusion and rules, it was all he needed…