A failed attempt, Akazuno was born wrong, no there were no birth defects, but even at birth it was obvious that he'd bring nothing but trouble in life. His mother grew very weak as he was born and during the pregnancy, it was as if he was sapping her of her natural vitality. When born there was more relief than was standard issue for a mother, she cradled him, but only because she was so exhausted she couldn't not do so. Her maternal instincts barely bypassed the level she began to hate this boy to. Over Akazuno's life, with each increasing age, his generally lackluster attitude towards...well everything, became more and more obvious. Eventually, when tested by the elders for the clan's Kekkei Tota, they realized something. His mother was experiencing the effect of the KT during her pregnancy and her body could not handle it and so had weakened. Naturally they assumed him a prodigy and the rigorous training began early. So early in fact that by the time he really realized what he was doing he already had a hatred of it. Akazuno DID NOT enjoy training, he DID NOT enjoy his tutors, and he'd be motherfucking damned if he ever did. So he slacked, didn't pay attention, and overall made it as hard as possible for his teachers.
In fact, at one point he became so utterly infuriating that one of the clan elders quit his position as tutor and decided to officially retire. Despite all this, he eventually became more manageable, the elders wouldn't know why they were mistaken till later. Akazuno began to bear with their teachings, even though he was still moderately aggravating and generally a bit of a problem student. He could not ever seem to grasp anything theoritically, and so they didn't even bother trying to send him to the nin academy at the normal time. He was instead trained with the utmost diligence, despite their dislike of his attitude. It took them years upon years to teach him and every time they had to put him through battle simulations rather than theoretical tests. This meant that before he even turned 13 he had more technical battle experience than most low level chuunin ninja. Now, don't get me wrong, Akazuno may have been a complete dick to most, but this did not exactly apply to literally everyone. Yes, that's right, there were several people that he was ACTUALLY pleasant around.
Ki'aisari, Toresu, and Ningyai were their names, along with his favorite elder Kunodichi. Kuno was the middle brother of two of his other sensei elders and he was the only one with a good sense of humor, delicacy, and an disposition that just made him...well, tricky. Kuno was 78 years of age, shorter than he had been in his teenage years standing at about 5'11 from his former 6 foot glory. He always seemed rather frail and hunched over, weak, Akazuno didn't like weak but the old man's mentality was just so different from the others. He couldn't help feeling almost indebted to him, then the man presented him his sword. Zuno, as he was nicknamed, was absolutely thrilled to finally have his own special weapon. Even more so when he learned that Kunodichi was to teach him how to use it. He wondered though, how could the frail, old, joker of a man do it? He couldn't possibly still be a skillful swordsman, could he? Confused at having been told they'd start in a week, Zuno almost inquired about it, but his pride got in the way so he never asked. Instead he went to his friend, Ningyai, for some advice.
Ningyai was not frail or old, he was still older than Zuno was at the time -around 14 to be exact-, this meant Ningyai was 17 years of age. At the time, his wiser, quieter, and overall more calm friend Ningyai -who he had come to call 'Gyai' tauntingly despite it not working- was sitting cross-legged on a rock by a flowing stream. When Zuno arrived, Gyai did not turn or acknowledge his presence with any movement, instead the wind moved about Zuno and then calmed, sending a chill down the younger boy's spine. Zuno waited a moment, composing himself and half expecting Ningyai to speak, he did not. The 17 year old was a quiet individual, responding only when necessary, or when respect was due. As silence reigned, Akazuno shifted uneasily and a sigh suddenly permeated the air around them, Ningyai was a genius level fuuton user. "Why must silence dominate you so? Your pride simply sits in your mind, restraining you, why do you let it?" Zuno flinched from the unintentional jab at his faults, Gyai was not a delicate person, though he did possess tact if he chose to use it. "I...-speak your mind" scowling, -he was frustrated- Zuno finally let it spit from his mouth "how can he POSSIBLY teach me swordsmanship!! His body is so we-have you ever stopped to consider the thoughts that flow through your mind Buzama?" There it was, Zuno gritted his teeth, holding back intense anger and frustration as Gyai used the nickname he had come to call Zuno; It was Buzama, which simply meant, unsightly, uncouth, and clumsy. Another sigh formed, the wind stirring, Ningyai stood from his lotus position, back still to his friend, and spoke. "You are so simple to read dear Buzama, I wish you would cease to embody such a horrible nickname" with this Ningyai turned his body, shoulders swiveling slightly and foot moving leg. His face and neck turned, now looking into Zuno's angered eyes with a steely green so cold that moisture would freeze in a rainforest.
Zuno sneered, turned and moved to walk away, trying to ignore the older boy's words as he stalked away. Ningyai however was not finished, he continued to speak in that same leveled, calm voice. "Have you ever considered, that skill does not come from the body, Buzama? Have you ever stopped to think and consider that perhaps mastery of technique and of the mind is a far greater tool than simple muscle? I do not think..." his phrase seemed to end in a sigh "...that you have." Akazuno could barely contain himself, he didn't see Ningyai much so he often forgot how utterly blunt the guy could be. It pissed him off, but the strength Gyai had just appealed to him so much that he couldn't not be his friend. Yet, even in his anger as he left, seething in his mind about the arrogant, cold, prick, he found thoughts about Kunodichi began to form. Eventually he got tired of being angry and just slumped onto his bed, laying on his back, and thought.
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He had fallen asleep, it was the next day, an at the door stood a smiling Kunodichi "time for study!" The old man said enthusiastically to the yawning Akazuno. He readied himself and then headed with his sensei to the training grounds and then into a dojo. Zuno began to find himself intensely curious of the elder, he wanted to see this so called skill. Then, Kunodichi sat down, extracted a blade or two from a seal as well as two wooden sparring blades, and held out his hand. "The first lesson you will learn..." he begun and then thrusted the blade forwards and sideways so it went through the air and the flat of the wooden thing hit Zuno in the head "...is how to predict, and react." For some reason, that single quick witted action, was all he needed. Zuno slowly settled into their schedule and months, and years passed them by. On the 2nd year, Akazuno now being 16, he found something new in life.
Ki'aisari was her name; curls of auburn gold that flowed from her head and down the small of her back, ceasing at the middle. A slightly pale complexion from some deprivation of the sun's light, a soft voice, and a hearty fluid movement of her body that somehow fascinated him. When Kunodichi asked him what distracted him so, he admitted it and the old man laughed, not out of spite but in understanding. Kunodichi had been young once, he knew what this was and unlike the other elders, he condoned it. After a few weeks, Akazuno decided he would make an attempt to impress her, for those glowing sapphires that were her eyes to rest on him. He thought it would be the best thing to do, so he went against Kunodichi's warning to never wield a true blade till instructed of the difference in balance, danger, and the level of precision needed.
His little demonstration didn't quite earn the impressed effect he wanted, though she did notice from across the river as he practiced on the other side. He did not cross the bridge, he only wanted to seem to train vigorously. He was too vigorous and with an all too assuming swipe he actually hit his own left arm, cutting into it and issuing a stiffled howl of surprised pain. This was in fact what called the girl to his side, seeing his pain and being filled with worry -as she was a kind soul- she rushed across the bridge and to him. "A-a-are you okay" she said kneeling next to him as he was on his knees clutching his wound, his face screwed up in pain. "N-not sure" he stammered out, then realizing she was there he turned to look into her worried sapphire eyes and the pain almost seemed to lessen. "I think...maybe I'll be all right, thanks for c-coming" even in pain he managed to smile at her, his eyes showing honesty but the pleasure hidden by the apparent pain.
Her worry great she glanced around, making sure no one was near and then looked him in the eyes and gently removed his hand from the wounded shoulder. Ki'aisari then laid her palms on the wound, frowning, and closed her eyes. Her face became serene and a glow of blue surrounded her palms as she preformed the mystical palm technique. His eyes widened as he felt the pain seep away and a warmth envelope his arm and shoulder. Then, her body went slack and he was forced to catch her as she nearly fainted from chakra exertion. Now the worry was on his face "a-all better" she managed and with a smile he replied "thanks...."
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Much later, after being harshly scolded by Kunodichi, but similarly praised for his luck, Zuno was in pretty good shape. Him and Ki'ai saw each other rather often, and their fondness grew, Ningyai had become even more illusive, and Akazuno was stronger and his attitude from earlier childhood was beginning to emerge once more. Kunodichi was worried by this, but he did not outwardly express it. Thinking it would help, Kunodichi decided to gift his pupil with his very own blade, for after that incident it was apparent that Akazuno needed something heavier, but also needed the refined skills to wield a blade. Since then, he had been taught of the skills and was beginning to refine them. His skills in the clan's yurejutsu were considerable as well and now at the fruitful age of 19, Akazuno was beginning to become a force to be reckoned with. The clan thought he would make a magnificent addition to the villages forces, yet again they were deluded.
Not two years after Akazuno received his blade from Kunodichi, the old man fell ill, deathly ill. Akazuno could do nothing to help him, only pray, and train, and be comforted. When he finally located Ningyai and traded advise all he received was a cold stare and the words "your worry is just like you, Buzama." Then Ningyai left, vanishing completely from Akazuno's life, at least for a very long time. Then, Kunodichi died, leaving Zuno with one secretive last request "please...prove them wrong." After his sensei's death he began to feel detached and even with Ki'ai's virtuous efforts to comfort and bring fill the empty hole that had been burned in his heart by his sensei's death, nothing worked. Finally, with a single look into her eyes, and one last kiss, he made his decision. He would be the best he could for himself, for Ki'ai, and for his greatest teacher. So he pressed on in life, mastering everything he possibly could in a matter of 4 years making him a hearty 23.
It was only then that he accidentally heard a conversation between the other elders:
"The boy has reacted surprisingly well"
"yes, I agree...he certainly has. I thought Kunodichi's rather untimely death would finally shatter the fool's resolve."
"Proves what you know!!"
*they all laughed only to continue*
"regardless, the poison was gratuitously effective"
"yes I did not think it was so useful"
The door slammed open and the walls on either side of it vibrated with such a fury that it felt as if an earthquake was resonating within that single room. All three elders turned to see an utterly frightening sight, Akazuno's entire body surrounded by a shimmering aura of vibrating chakra with a blood red blade held in his right hand and a look that could have easily killed. "How, dare you..." he began to walk towards them and the elder's eyes widened as they stood and pushed themselves against the far wall, pressing their hands against it and creating an exit "Quickly, before he atta-!!!" sshhhing a single movement of the blade preformed with utmost skill and precision proved fatal as a thin axis of vibrational cutting force traveled to the frantic man and then his body felt strange. He looked up at his fellow elders, coughed up blood, and fell down onto the floor...in half. "How dare you" Akazuno chanted again "no, no you do not deserve a clean death." Pure malice exuded from his form, such that the elders could not even retaliate against him.
Raising his blade again, over his left shoulder and diagonally upwards, he prepared to cut again. "Yes, that''s it, I'll show you just how potent and how much better even Kunodichi's blade was." With that, his blade blurred and again the room rumbled as this time he released a vertical wall of condensed vibrational pressure. The elders flew, not through just the air, but through two walls, and out onto the courtyard where they slid across the smooth stone. "Katon: Hibashira" preforming the hand seals, running fire shot from his open mouth and hit the ground, edging a circle of flames even the stone. The Elders stood, their wizened bodies weaker in their age, and began to take stances. Zuno laughed and as they fired off their attacks he waved to the side and vanished, a crashing through the weak sliding doors being heard. Then he erupted from the edge of the roof, his blade having cut through, and aimed down at them. "Furihaba Yureru!" a pulsating effect formed around his pointed blade, and then erupted off forming a shockwave which hit the elders to disorient. Then, landing he focused vibrations into his blade and a slashed "Zoufukuki!" The technique releasing vibrations to accelerate the flame's effects, he created an inferno for the elders to remain in.
Then he turned from the flames, and spoke above the flame's din "To all those I leave behind, it is my choice. For all those who's bodies should burn in the eternal fires for Kunodichi's assassination, let your souls rot and your lives be devoid of all pleasure." With these words he let go of his blade, which vanished, and then set off at a high pace to the edges of the village. His only regret, leaving Ki'ai behind....
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Many years later, having taken up residence in konoha, Akazuno had been teaching the students of the fire countries village for quite a while. He'd earned quite a renown for creating such well rounded students and for various feats in his time in the village. Though some few knew much of his past, very few learned of Toseru, the friend who had shown him what an indomitable spirit truly was.... That boy, hailing from Kumogakure, was one of the few he couldn't truly forget. Little did he know, little did he know how memorable he might become. Till then though, he simply looks forwards to this next generation of genin for him to teach.