Hagaromo, the Sage of Six Paths, reflected on the epic battle against his mother, Kaguya, a tyrannical force whose reign had wreaked havoc upon the land. The conflict had left the world scarred, and Hagaromo dedicated years to its restoration. During this period, he inadvertently gathered a group of followers with whom he shared his chakra. This act, he believed, would foster connection and understanding among people. Thus, he coined the term "Ninshu," the ninja creed, a philosophy centered around sharing and peace. He hoped that these teachings would bring harmony to the war-torn world.
Once the land was healed, Hagaromo encouraged his disciples to embark on their own journeys. Half ventured out to spread Ninshu and gather their own followers, while the remaining chose to stay with Hagaromo, establishing a temple and a small settlement.
Years passed, and Hagaromo welcomed three children into his life: Indra, the eldest, Asura, the middle child, and Kimura, the youngest.
Indra, a prodigy, quickly grasped his father's teachings, mastering Ninshu with remarkable ease. He was a serious child with long, spiky brown hair tied back with bandages and piercing black eyes accented by purple markings. Two distinct dots adorned his forehead, a striking feature. Indra dressed in the traditional white robes of a monk.
Asura, in contrast, was an outgoing and carefree child. He found training less appealing than playing with the other children. Unlike his brother, Asura struggled with Ninshu. He possessed spiky brown hair and an appearance more akin to an ordinary child. He too wore the white monk robes.
Kimura, the youngest, stood out distinctly from her brothers. Her long, flowing red hair cascaded down her waist, framing eyes that shimmered with a bright, almost glowing purple. Her skin had a slight tan, and she wore the female version of the monk robes. While not as naturally gifted as Indra, Kimura possessed an unexpected intelligence and an unwavering work ethic. She dedicated herself to rigorous training and study, tirelessly striving to bridge the gap between herself and her elder brother. Despite her fiery temper and feisty nature, Kimura deeply loved her family and would fiercely protect them.Indra, Asura, and Kimura, aged 10, 9, and 7 respectively, were engaged in their studies. While Asura blissfully slumbered, Indra and Kimura delved into their own unique pursuits.
Kimura, observing Indra's intricate hand movements, curiously inquired, "Hey Indra, what are you doing with your hands?"
Indra, a touch embarrassed by the attention, explained, "I have a theory. I believe that different hand gestures, when performed in specific sequences while channeling chakra, can produce varying results."
Kimura's eyes widened in fascination. "Wow, brother, you really are a genius!"
Indra blushed slightly. "Not at all, little sister. It's just the result of diligent study." He then turned his attention to Kimura, noticing her focused practice of calligraphy. "What are you working on?"
Kimura, mirroring Indra's earlier words, explained, "Like you, I have a theory. I believe that by channeling chakra through different written kanji, I can achieve unique effects. So, I'm currently perfecting my handwriting."
Indra was equally impressed. "Wow, sis, you called me a genius, but you're a genius too!"
Kimura blushed again. "Not at all, brother. I simply work twice as hard as anyone else."
Indra chuckled. "That's true. You're always the last one to stop training or studying."
Kimura nodded in agreement. "I believe hard work will always overcome natural talent."
Indra, acknowledging her dedication, decided to call it a night. He gently carried the sleeping Asura and turned to Kimura. "Goodnight, sis. Don't stay up too late. We have training with Father tomorrow."
Kimura waved him off with a nod, eager to continue her own studies.
Kimura continued her calligraphy practice until she felt a sense of satisfaction. Standing up, she walked to a shelf overflowing with books, her curiosity piqued. Unlike Indra, who focused solely on Ninshu studies and training, Kimura possessed an insatiable thirst for knowledge, eager to explore all facets of the world.
Browsing through the diverse collection, her eyes landed on a book on blacksmithing. A thought sparked within her: "If I learn this, I can help the other monks by creating tools that make farming easier."
Intrigued, she delved into the book, quickly becoming engrossed in the subject. She learned that blacksmiths not only forged tools and weapons but also crafted various types of armor. As she read, she diligently took notes, jotting down her own theories and innovative ideas.
Two hours later, she decided to call it a night, eager to ensure she was well-rested for her father's training the following day.
The morning sun shone brightly upon the group of monks lined up, prepared for Hagoromo's rigorous training session. In the front row stood his three children: Indra, Asura, and Kimura. Training always began with physical conditioning and martial arts, a discipline not yet known as "Taijutsu."
Observing his children, Hagoromo couldn't help but notice Kimura's exceptional stamina and endurance.
Flashback*
Hagoromo gazed down at his newborn daughter, a wave of disbelief washing over him. Using his Rinnegan, he examined her chakra, an unsettling alarm flooding his senses. Never before had he witnessed such a potent concentration of chakra in a newborn. Concerned, he immediately consulted a medical specialist.
The examination revealed that Kimura was perfectly healthy, but the doctor did express concerns about potential hyperactivity and even ADHD, attributing it to the overwhelming amount of chakra within her small frame. Hagoromo accepted this explanation, understanding that such a powerful energy source within a developing body could lead to excess energy.
However, an unexpected phenomenon occurred one night. While enjoying a quiet evening with a cup of tea, Hagoromo was startled by a sudden surge of chakra emanating from his children's room. Fearful for their safety, he rushed to their room, only to find Kimura peacefully sleeping. But it wasn't her sleep that surprised him. Midnight blue chakra was visibly leaking from her body like smoke. Knowing the dangers of extreme chakra depletion, he immediately scooped her up and raced towards the doctor's residence, frantically banging on the door.
The doctor, seeing Hagoromo's panicked expression and the chakra emanating from Kimura, quickly ushered them inside. After a thorough examination, the doctor declared, "She's fine, no need to worry."
Relief washed over Hagoromo. "But," the doctor continued, "there's a reason for this."