Yosamu Uchiha, the Prodigy
♒ Name: Uchiha Yosamu
♒ Nickname: The Night Child, Uchiha Prodigy
♒ Gender: Male
♒ Age: 20
♒ Height: 5'9
♒ Weight: 198 lbs
♒ Hairstyle: Medium length, spiked hair at the neck
♒ Hair color: Black
♒ Eye color: Crimson
♒ Primary Chakra nature: Futon (Wind)
♒ Village: None
♒ Clan: Uchiha
♒ Good or evil at heart?: Neither
♒ Traits: Kenjutsu and Wind Specialist
♒ Clothing: Traditional ANBU gear
♒ Personality:
Brought up the rough way, he saw from a tender age just how much of a fiend life could be. Most nights if he wasn't out trying to steal from ramen shops he was being reprimanded by the orphanage's madam. A silent child, he never really had much to talk about and as a result lacked the fundamental experiences of someone his age. No love interest, parents, friends, even role model. Despite his morbid life story however, Yosamu never tries to show this, due to his crippling habit of judging people by their looks at first glance he tries not to come off as the sad, depressed type of person. He picked up this habit along with many other militaristic approaches and could never shake it, essentially Yosamu is scared of everyone he sees for the first time. With such peculiar eyes he had always been an eye candy to passers, they had said he was an 'Uchiha', he shuddered at the thought. people of that clan are usually outspoken, powerful people. He was merely a 'night child' travelling from alley to alley foraging whatever he could get, there was no possible way he could be of such a prestigious bloodline. He would agree with them however, this 'pseudo' Sharingan added to the intimidation process after all. He hates people who lie, people who hide things, important things he despises them. As he himself has had his entire history hidden from him, seeing his own stressful attempts at researching his past he finds it disgusting someone would even do that in the first place. But when he's not singing to the moon or pick pocketing he sits on rooftops at late nights and read philosophical novels, these helped him to cope with life and learn to know himself.
♒ History:
Chapter I: You Can Only Look Out for You.The sun was beginning to set a soft, golden euphoric haze on the heroes faces. Those immortalized faces, they only see the horizon, they never looked down to see into the village, to see the sadness that happened behind closed doors. The past Hokages, looking at them Yosamu felt a tinge of jealousy, they were long dead but eternally respected. What would be his fate? He was only a tumbleweed, at the mercy of the current of life, jumping from house to house, shop to shop in a sour attempt at a good meal. He clenched his fists, this was no way an eight year old should be thinking. The sound of pots clanging immediately pulled him out of his philosophic stare, his food was probably ready. He stood at the back of a ramen shop, the owner's wife had favored him and gave him a hot bowl of ramen every evening, they were a bit late today though. Patient, he lurked for hours, waiting.
A slight blur covered the sun's glow for a split second. He looked behind him, nothing. Now was not the hour to be on the back alleys of Konoha, because once the sun went down the bandits became alive, the nocturnal scoundrels. In the light of the kitchen he felt extremely small, after all he had nothing, those bandits would be wasting their time. Instead he made himself as small as he could on the shop wall, hopefully they'll pass by without causing any trouble. As quick as they appeared they were gone, maybe it was just his hunger causing him to hallucinate. But sure enough, a small scream came from inside the kitchen. His head snapped to the doorway, fearing the worst he ran through the kitchen's back door, angling over all those temping pots and bowls he ran to the sound of the scream. As he entered the main area he saw the main chef on the ground, throat slashed, blood soaking the flour on the ground, a gruesome death. The bandits were raiding the ramen shop, eating and storing at the same time. The wife, the second chef was being held with a knife at her throat as the 4 men ransacked the small kitchen. Surely, if they both died he wouldn't have his daily meals now would he? He spotted a small clever on the cutting board, his eyes darted from the weapon to the oblivious bandits, then back to the weapon.
Without a second thought he grabbed the rather heavy blade and lunged at the closest attacker.
Before he could exhale he found himself on the ground, seeing firebugs with an unearthing pain in his ribs. The man held the clever in his hands tentatively, "Almost got me there, boy." He chuckled. Then his face got dead serious, "Were you trying to kill me?" He asked, face close to Yosamu's. "Hmm? Boy?" His breath stank of sake and some other liquor, he speech was slurred, no doubt on a drunken raid. "Better yet, bring the woman, she spat in my face lets tell her I don't appreciate it." He spat, swinging his arms nonchalantly. A thief dragged her to him, he clenched the clever in his hand. "A feisty one aren't you? Are you mad that I killed your fat husband?" He teased, leaning towards her face. She glowered at him then inhaled deep. Fearing a katon jutsu Yosamu covered his face, but instead of searing red flames and screaming the sound of water hitting skin was unmistakable. She had spat in his face, again. He raised the clever high, his face showed murderous intent. Yosamu got up and ran at his knees from behind, failing miserably. The bandit kicked him in his already broken ribs, he squealed in pain. "Little shit!" He shouted. He turned to the woman and in one quick swing doused the kindest flame Yosamu ever met. The blood flew all over his clothes and face. Eyes wide in pain and shock.
He threw the clever aside, "Ok boys, take everything we're going" he ordered. The second bandit released the headless woman and finished stuffing dumplings into his mouth and bag. "But what about the kid, Kanji?" He looked at the crying Yosamu. "Hmm, with those shiny eyes and hungry cries we'll leave him." Kanji replied.
He placed a hot dumpling into Yosamu's hand. "I see me in you, boy. And my life wasn't pretty, you see life is one fat pig, with all the wealth in the world. But life is a mean bastard, he doesn't give things away for free, you have to reach out and take it. Because after all, you can only look out for you." He said picking up his filled sack and exiting through the way he came.
As he left Yosamu stared at the head, it showed the face of remorse, had she regretted her final act? Instead of compassion he felt hunger, and immediately chowed the dumpling in his hand. It was hard to believe he always had this much selfishness in him...
Chapter II: I Will Never Catch Up to Him.After a few years mastery the life of thievery, taking from the fat pig called life Yosamu became a shadow. A slick being, stealing became his god, his only means of nourishment. As he grew he became more and more warped by the evil that lurked in Konoha's alleys. But one day, a famous Uchiha approached him, the great Erodou Uchiha. He said Yosamu was an Uchiha and it was time to chose his rightful path. He laughed him to scorn, such as a scoundrel as himself could never be of such an outspoken bloodline! But his crimson eyes had always been his greatest mystery, he followed the politician to the Uchiha quarters.
After hours of learning his 'history' Erodou looked at him with a serious face, "You are the second son of Itsuki Uchiha, he would twist in his grave to see what has become of his sons." Yosamu was caught off guard, his eyes widened. "Second.....son? I have a brother?" He stuttered. Erodou hung his head, then looked out the window. "Yes. He was abandoned in the Land of Snow ages ago, sad really. I heard he came to Konoha for some time, but I never got the chance to talk to him."
Yosamu shaked his head, "No, I've been here all my life, I've never heard of him!" He shouted, denying the revelation. The
"Oh but he was, his name was Myōken, or so I've heard." The Uchiha elder said. His mind distant on something.
"So what happened to him? Is he still in Konoha?!" Yosamu asked, eager.
"Hmm? No, our Hokage shunned him, no one knows for what. But we couldn't defend him as we didn't know if he was in fact an Uchiha."
"What? Where did he go?!"
"A colleague of mine said he went north towards to Iwagakure, but reliable sources say he went south west, towards Sunagakure." He replied.
"I must go, he must have so many answers..."
"He left two years ago, Yosamu. He might probably be even dead now, the deserts surrounding Suna are extremely harsh."
"Oh. In that case, I will never catch up to him..." He felt depressed, the only one who could know about him, was now a dead rounin. "No, he's not dead, I'll find him!"
"Are you mad? You can't possibly chase after him, and besides, we have matters to discuss pertaining to your father's legacy."
I don't care about legacy, I'm leaving."
The elder looked at him, his peculiar eyes were mesmerizing, yet filled with anger, hate, and determination. He couldn't help but succumb to persistent aura of the young flame. "Fine, but here, take this. It was your father's sword, I hope you find your brother. And when you do, return to Konoha young one, take your rightful place in the history of the Uchiha."
❝This business of burning human beings with fire, of filling our nation's homes with orphans and widows, of injecting poisonous drugs of hate into veins of people nomally humane, of sending men home from dark and bloody battlefields physically handicapped and psychologically deranged, cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love. Only through idealism, and the inner desire for coherence, for peace.❞
Chapter III: The Loss of One, Is the Gain of Another.At just the age of 19 Yosamu expressed exquisite chakra control and skill in elemental and straight ninjutsu, especially Fuuton. He had an IQ of over 130 and was the second best Mahjong player in the village next to Emperor. He was also very versatile with the sword, having mastered Kenjutsu before all over training and it being his primary zeal. Showing these great traits Yosamu quickly climbed the ladder rungs in his village and before long was appointed the official spot of Head Tactician. He became the youngest and first ever S-Class official in not only Sunagakure but ever recorded across the other villages. Loved by his peers Yosamu grew to acknowledge friendship..
However, his hidden agenda upon joining Sunagakure was to find his alleged brother, Myoken Uchiha. He had heard news that his brother had taken refuge in the village of wind since he was in Konoha but ever since he arrived he had never seen his brother much less heard about him. The local taverns, bars, inns, nothing. No one knew of the Uchiha he spoke of. After all, it was strange to find an Uchiha clansman in another village than Konoha. Eventually months passed and no sight of his sibling. Until one day he heard news that a Suna spy had failed and was killed, of course he didn't pay it much attention until the medics reported him having bright crimson eyes, even without having his Sharingan awakened and in death. Yousamu had rushed to the barracks only to see the rumors were true and it was in fact his long last brother. The pain and trauma that rocked Yosamu's body forced his 2T Sharingan to awaken*. After which he went into solitude and didn't come out for months. When he finally did he returned with vengeance and a goal; who killed his brother and why? He searched for weeks but he has yet to find pieces of information leading to his brother's gruesome demise..
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