That's a picture of me when I first was able to join the Tsubame Mercenary Classes. Cute, huh? Well, that was…12 years ago? No, 13. I remember it now. I was like all the other kids in the company. Parents were both mercenaries, and always travelling. Its a hard life on a kid, but my parents were always with me. Made things a lot more tolerable. Plus I got to make friends with lots of the other kids in the company. The Commander was the teacher of our classes. Very busy boss lady. Anyways, during that time, we went though the basics of everything, not really learning much in terms of Shinobi stuff, but more like how not to get killed by Shinobi. Plus, cause of the Company's worldly experience, we got to see and learn Jutsu from all over! We didn't have the resources like a village, but we weren't constrained like the villages. Like a few of the older mercenaries…They can use fire and ice, or earth and wind at the same time! Something some of the villages can't do.
Anyways, getting off track. Things went smoothly in the classes. Got out of it with everyone at the age of 9. I was allowed out of the camp, and able to go about gathering wood and water. And was tasked with things like helping out Mom and Dad with the supplies. A good company is a company that takes special care of their supplies. A bad company spends more on supplies then on tools. Well, thats what Dad says. After I was ten years old, my father noticed that I couldn't do jutsus that required Chakra. After a medical exam in both the Land of Wind and the Land of Fire, it was found out that my chakra limiters are extremely tight, limiting my chakra flow. Kinda sucks I can't do the cool stuff like shoot fire or zap people with lightning, but hey, it let me specialize in my greatest gift. My physical abilities. My father took the time to teach me how to use Tonfas, and then use Bladed Tonfas. Thats one of my specialities. The use of Tonfas. Anyways, time for my Teenage years!
I was a little rebel my teenage years. I got mad at Mom and Dad a lot. Griped about not being given more important jobs. Kinda borrowed my squad leader's katana, and had a lot of fun! Ok, so the story behind that was I wasn't allowed to take a job, and in a fit, I snuck out of camp one night. I thought I could go grab a weapon out of the supply wagons instead of taking my tonfas, and nobody would notice. One weapon out of the whole camp shouldn't go missing, right? Well, I cut my hair short with the katana, and then snuck out. An hour later…My squad commander was a little peeved at me, as I got lost, and then had the nerve to cut a wild boar that I mistaked for a hound. Yeah, lets not ask how I thought a boar was a hound…Alright? No, I'm not telling! Next part!
Anyways, I got a suitible punishment for being a brat, and well, lets just say that I didn't like sitting down for a long time. Especially in high back chairs. I wasn't the only one who tried something like that. Many kids in the class tried it. We all grew wiser, and learned many things from the experiences. Only one or two got thrown out for good. Doesn't mean we didn't push the limits of the commander from time to time, but well, none of us really wanted to cross that line of being thrown out. Time went on, and everyone grew into combat, medical, supply, or command squads. *pouts for a second* I didn't make Command, but I did make the top tier combat squads at the age of 14. That's been where I have been ever since.
