My name is Ren and I hate my life.
I was born in the Leaf Village the night of the Kyuubi attack and for some reason everyone hates me, I thought my parents were criminals tied to the Fox or something but no one will explain no matter how I beg. I am not even sure of my parents' names or where I come from in any way. No one is kind to me here. There is not a soul that loves me, far as I know. The only person who is hated as much as I am in Naruto Uzumaki, but even the Hokage seems to like him, giving him all the chances in the world. Allowing him to get away with pranks and public disturbances.
I could never get away with that, I knocked out some bullies and I was reprimanded by the Hokage! He is a stupid old man, and I hate him!
I hate this whole village really, and it is my goal to leave. My goal, my dream, used to be to fix my reputation and make people see me as somebody, but screw them all. If they refuse to care now, then why bother?
I started to plan for that after being chased out of a shop when I was nine, that was three years ago. I started to work harder than ever in my training, even while I hid my actual skills. No one would ever know the truth, but I was way more skilled and intelligent than I let on. I hid my skills, for the last three years, knowing that if I showed them how skilled I was, I would be targeted. If they hated me weak, they would really loathe me strong.
After three years of intense training, I was almost sure I could take on a chunin and win. I was an ace at taijutsu, I was great with throwing weapons, I had memorized local and foreign climates and flora and fauna so I could travel safely, and I regularly hunted and fished and foraged to get accustomed to life alone. I knew that after one year of being a genin, I should have enough skill and experience to ditch the shithole of a village I lived in and scout out on my own...
I only had to wait...
If only I knew it would never be that easy.
My name is Ren, and this is my legend...
