KaguyaRŌ

"Yes dad?"

"...Yes dad."

If violence were the best way to teach, HE would be a genius. But then again after that day, things really were upped. More frequent, more intense. These things conditioned HIS body to a fighter from a young age. HE got two things out of that day. A younger brother...and a new way to live life. It was definitely different. Get up, get beat, go do some training with dad, get beat if done wrong, go shower and do something for the day. Don't be late home or you'll be beat, eat something, get beat, go to bed. That was the usual routine. But over these days and combining force, his punch was slowly softening. Weather it be because his hard ass couldn't stand hitting HIM any more, or because HE activated his bloodline. Yet throughout all of this his mother said nothing. HE began to despise HIS mother more than his father, for her weakness. This is however, how his father wanted him to be like. Not that HE showed it in front of HIS father however. Each day was learning something new. Vocational. But it wasn't anything to do with weapons. In HIS older years HE came to the conclusion that he might hurt HIS own father...that was true. They worked on chakra. Sometimes chakra control. Why? HE was too young for it, but HE learned it anyway. So...

Fuck that shit. So...with a new aura around that boy. Only then was it people actually started asking his name. Usually, nobody gived a shit and usually...they were all the same. Such a nitpick group. It was prominent...that Rō Kaede was not special. Ever. What made him gifted however..was his will provided. It wasn't that he never gave up. Of course he gave up on occasion. Rō was powerful. Not in ninjutsu, but in taijutsu and fūinjutsu.

It was five years from entering the academy before he became a genin. Rō was placed in a group of his best friends. They were working in the teamwork department, developing it better than anyone could have hoped.

Rō beat down his father, that much loved beat down. His calm demeanor broken by those few moments. It allowed him to quickly vent his anger. His father was too old to deal with it all. He just took it, his father knew he had it coming eventually.

The chūnin exam came. Rō was sixteen. They had took two years to go into the chūnin exam. They decimated each part of the exam. Of course this gambit, all or nothing was devised. It was their motto. A reluctant group that were quickly promoted to chūnin. They were a good equal team, they covered each other's weaknesses.

When war was on the brink, Rū was forced to take on his team's job of being a reconnaissance team to see if there were any budding forces. There were. It was only because their team was small that they were left un-found. Their team was strategical. But when they got back, the war had already started. Their attack had already been stationed and begun. This allowed their group to take ambush from behind suddenly, and for one of the first attacks on Kirigakure, it was quickly repelled by their team of three attacking from behind. They were using boats, allowing the recently formed reconnaissance team to hold them back by setting fire to some of the boats. This earned them some slight of prestige on return to Kirigakure.

The war midway, these courses of events led to their team being disbanded, and thrown into other groups. Usually once a mission would someone die. It was no matter to Rō anymore. Mission by mission did Rō survive, only leading him to getting further prestige. He was a good killer, a calm yet heartless person.

He was unlike his clan. Rō was a tactical killer, he combined his abilities into fūinjutsu and his bloodline, allowing him a further range of techniques to help him.

It was YEARS before the war ended. Casulties died for no reason. Rō didn't like this. He was twenty three, with the nickname, "Bloodbeast Of The Mist' notorious, but ah well...it happens.