"It was perhaps a week or so before my 12th birthday. My sister took me out in the early morning before my parents had the chance to wake up. We were going out for another session of training. Course, my parents never cared for where Ankoku went. She was the "outcast" of the family for not having abilities like us. Nonetheless, she took me to our training grounds, teaching me to control my abilities almost in a dance like motion. She was the best fighter in out town, so she knew how to "channel" her focus and energy well. However, after 4 years of preparing me, she told me about the test. Which would be much like a game. The rules were that for every person she touched or shoved as we ran down the street, I was to "tag" them with my energy. I was assured that I could only heal. That everything would be fine.
Content to bond with my older sister, she took me outside into the town for the first time. I was never allowed outside the family grounds so this was a new experiance for me. Upon the first man that was "tagged" when we raced down the street, I found it hard to catch up, but I wasn't allowed to look back. We continued this game till we hid in the back roads to make our way home. Praised of a "good job" I was happy. However, when we made it home, mother and father were outside waiting and I saw Ankoku run past them both shoving them as a signal for me to tag them too.

And I did.

I broke the rule to look back, but my childish grin quickly faded seeing the energy I made pass through them and impale them from the inside out. Blood spattered on the short summer kimono I wore, and I turned to Ankoku in despair of the terrible mistake I had done. But that crooked grin, she slowly snickered then laughed in full blown mockery. I still remember that hateful tone, "You little brat.... so much for being the nation's hope. The family's pride and joy. I hope you enjoy your life to come, for all you will ever be, is a monster. Like me." From those words she howled in laughter, but out of anguish I lashed out and decapitated her with the energy I still had. The only intentional victim...

From that instance, I heard the soldiers approach the house and I ran inside. Taking the deed to the land that was to be mine, a few medical ointments and gels, and some food rations. I fled. Hiding and escaping those who were sent to take me. There is no court, no look on the intentions behind the acts. You kill someone, you are sentenced to die too... At that age, I did anything I could to live. I trained under a young ninja who taught me how to fight for myself. He died protecting me. I served under Satsugai, who sought to bring judgement on the world, I was abandoned. From leaders, to masters, I just sought a purpose that would hopefully bring me happiness, or a sense of belonging.

Whether that is good or evil, still doesn't matter much anymore, does it?"

Yume's past