Do you know what it's like to be born into a world you don't belong to... but not have a single memory to prove it?
Or to feel your body moving, not by your mind, but by something older... and deeper... instinct?
That's me. My name is... Kazuya Hoshino
The mountains were always cold. The air was pure, but it always carried the scent of the end... the afterlife. I was born into nothingness, or at least that's how it seemed. I don't remember my birthday, or even my mother's face. What I do remember... is that night. The blood, the flames, and my uncle's tired face as he pulled me from the rubble. "Kazuya... Don't look back." And I didn't.
I grew up in isolation, among rocks and snow, with no friends, no games, only the words of my uncle and the teachings of a clan that no longer exists. He once told me, "We are descendants of reconciliation. Children of a will this world did not want to understand." I didn't understand him then, but I memorized his words as a prayer.
I saw wars before I learned peace. Shinobi corpses littered the plains like autumn leaves, meaningless. In one of those battles... I found myself between two sides. The Senju on one side... and the Uchiha on the other. I helped them... both... without identifying myself. And I disappeared as I had come.
Konoha? A new name in an old world. Hashirama's dream... and Madara's footsteps. But when I first entered its gate, I carried no dream... just a weary body and a name no one dared to speak. Hoshino
A young Uchiha... and a Senju... fall, not by the swords of the enemy, but by the ignorance of the ally. And I was there. I stepped down from the shadows, saw them fighting over the corpses of their comrades... and I was enraged... I said, "What kind of shinobi are you if you can't even briefly forget these conflicts and protect what's right before your eyes?"
My words were as cold as the mountain wind. I lifted the cover from my face, looked at them all... then began treating the wounded. Silence... harsher than screaming.
Nearby, someone ran. Wide eyes, rapid breathing, whispered words: "It's him... the shinobi who saved us during the war."
And in the Hokage Hall, three men turned to him... and heard the story. Hashirama, Tobirama, and Madara. They didn't know yet... that this day would be the beginning. A beginning for a man who didn't want to be seen... but the world would force him to become the light in the shadows.
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