Name: Nami Kaze
Age: 14
He should not have lived. That's it and that's all. Whatever emotions he was born with were all but stripped away when he was found, lingering on the edge of death; Broken, bloody, and wasting away.
Even with the way that his own father treated him, he never wanted to despise the man. His father did all he could, ripping him, mutilating him, all to awaken his sleeping power.
And his mother was against it. He hated her for that.
So why did his father get so upset when he killed them all? Wasn't that the reason he tortured him everyday? To learn how to kill?
Or was there a deeper reason. A power that his father wanted, maybe to take down the village kingdoms? Now that just wouldn't do. You can't beat the kingdoms by force. No, you'd have to take them apart from the inside out.
It was when he turned ten that he learned just how feeble his father truly was. A blood curdling scream left his throat as Nami distorted every bone in his body, unbinding them and turning them into full long swords. Watching as every inch of his fathers skin began to get drowned in his own blood, the blades ripping through with the utmost ease.
That's how you take down a kingdom. From the inside out.
But what was the point? Killing an entire kingdom would leave nothing to destroy, nothing to work for. So why destroy everything when you could destroy and rebuild. With a cute smile on his face, Nami left his shredded father on the ground, walking towards any Kingdom that he saw fit to house him. For four years, he did nothing but watch.
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