When he was four years old, he'd been considered a prodigy. He was one in a million, a once in a generation genius. He thought like a Kage. He was already beginning to fight on par with some of the village's recent shinobi.
The world was in war since he was young. His father took him to a battlefield not even a year before.
War.
He couldn't stand it.
Fiddling with the necklace between his fingers, he frowned and looked to the stars.
He remembered the couples he saw everywhere in the village. Civilians, shinobi, his own parents. They supported each other and changed together. They would either be eternal or never go far enough. And he saw the way shinobi reacted to loss.
One thing that he knew, without a doubt, was that he would never pursue something romantic with anyone in the village. There would never be anyone by him to get hurt.
On the outskirts of his clan compound, he stopped to look at the stars as he had done when he was younger. This time, he made a vow to the heavens.
He would never fall in love.