I had always been fascinated by the world around me; tales of people with unrivalled abilities. I was one of them, the legend in the stories that people would read and learn about. It's weird I started out the same way as everyone else in all honesty, I had to learn about the powers that laid within the Kage also what they did with it.
My favorite 'story' is when the two power houses, strongest people alive at the time, fought for something that they believed in. The First Hokage and his equal Madara Uchiha. They both wanted something so bad and when they clashed fists they must have felt like they belonged.
I didn't feel that anymore. I'm someone who could destroy everything if I wanted too. Obviously I don't, that would be pointless. I worked hard to get where I am... But was it worth it all?
I have isolated myself, no not because I'm an emotional wreck who feels it's the only way I'll live. I actually dislike it. It's boring, I did it because there's no way that power of this level needs to be roaming around; with the last time that happened there was the Great ninja war... for the fourth time. I suppose that this time it was for the better. The last thing I want is another war, too bothersome in all fairness.
Where I am now isn't all too bad, it's a nice little house in the middle of nowhere; kind of a cliché but I made sure it was on a mountain peak similar to a wise monk or sage. It isn't a palace or made out of gold, the traditional style of house is what I prefer. Maybe none of this really matters. Yet I've nothing to think about... Perhaps my early days would be more interesting. Yes. It might just be better than my life now.
Starting with a name: Zuko Ryu.