~Kashin~

~Thump thump~

It must be remembered that there is nothing more difficult to plan, more doubtful of success, nor more dangerous to manage than a new system...

~Thump thump~

It is difficult, changing your system, your ways, the ways that have kept you alive, the ways that work... but it can be more difficult living in the new system with ways that don't...

~Thump thump~

"Are you sure?" I ask cautiously as I look up at Father.

"You start at the Academy soon, we need to try and at least figure out what triggers it the easiest, so we can work on countermeasures," Father explained.

He's right, then again he's always right.

"Ok..." I nod.

"Now, what has triggered it in the past?" Father started.

"I don't know, pain and anger I guess," I try to recall what the facility scientists and ninja had done to make me change.

"Ok so we'll start with that," Father said.

I looked up at him as he approached me, he pulled a kunai from his weaponry kit, swinging it in his hand before stopping and holding his free hand out to me. I placed my hand in his, and watched him as he looked from my face to my hand, he took the kunai and ran in slowly across my palm. I fidgeted on my feet, scrunching my face in slight discomfort and pain as I watched the cut on my hand bleed.

"Anything?" Father asked.

I squeezed my hand shut, shaking it a few times before looking down at it.

"No..." I sighed.

"So it doesn't activate on pain you are aware you'll receive, pain that won't be enough to endanger your life... that's a good sign," Father went to place the kunai back in his pouch.

A sudden wind caught my hair a sharp burn caught my cheek before my head was pushed to the side. I blinked, bringing my hand up to my cheek, pulling away, and seeing my fingers red with blood. I looked at Father and he had his arm outstretched, holding the kunai I thought he put away. I growled at him, feeling my back shift and my eye change.

"Not such a good sign, it starts up with malicious pain is caused. Fighting is going to be interesting for your classmates." Father concluded.

"Yeah," I wiped the back of my hand over my cheek.

"Kashin, we need to do this, and I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt you, but we need to see to where you can restrain it... ok?" Father asked.

"It's ok... I understand," I nodded.

Father kicked me backward and my spine hit a tree. I groaned, closing my eyes and reopening them, seeing Father jump at me. My heart sped up and I ducked, rolling under him and scrambling to stand straight. I watched went to pull a weapon from my kit to defend myself but Father is way faster than I am, knocking his shoulder into my crossed arms and sending me flying backward again. I hit the ground, rolling for a good few seconds before coming to a stop, laying on my stomach.

"Mmmh~ it's nice to know you've been holding back on me all this time," I groan, raising onto my hands and knees.

"You are still young, I'm not going to fight you with all my power till you at least get some experience in battle," Father said as he made his way closer.

"Thanks," I mumble slowly standing.

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"Ahh~" I grunt as I hit the floor for the hundredth time today.

"Haaaaaaa, why is it being so stubborn today?" Father sighed walking over to my motionless body.

"Maybe cause it knows you'll just end up kicking its ass," I pant, looking up at the older male.

"Language," Father gave me a pointed look.

"But anyway, this makes training difficult." Father crossed his arms.

"Are we done?" I ask, trying to stand.

"We've been at this for hours," I add.

I slowly got to all fours, hissing, and bringing my hand up to hold my side.

"Are you hurt?" Father bent to help me stand.

"It's nothing, just a scratch I'm sure, nothing serious," I breath holding my side as I pulled back from Father.

"Alright," He nodded though I knew he didn't believe me.

"Let us head home then," Father extended his hand before I walked forward.

He lightly patted my back before we headed back into the main part of the village. I headed into my room, looking back at my closed door before lifting my shirt slightly off my side.

'Damnit,' I sigh.

Another wound added to my vast collection of scars. I pulled a bandage from my draws, wrapping it around myself and pulling my shirt down just as a knock sounded and Father walked in.

"Kashin?" He called.

"Yes?" I turned to him.

"I have to go, but I should be back just after nightfall," He said.

"Yeah, no problem," I nodded.

"Are you going to be ok?" He asked.

"This isn't the first time you've left me alone Father," I fold my arms, twitching in slight discomfort from the contact on my wound.

He eyed me, his eyes lowering to my torso before he folded his arms, leaning against my doorframe.

"I was referring to the cut you're trying so hard to hide from me." He nodded his head at me.

"It's nothing, I'll be fine." I turn my head away.

"Let me see," He took a step toward me.

"Don't worry about it, it will be gone tomorrow," I said causing him to halt his strides.

"Ok then... I'll see you later... if your still up when I get back." He nodded to himself before closing my door and heading out.

He has been showing Lord Naruto the ropes of being Hokage these past few weeks, trying to help him with things he was working on and now had to pass down. I don't mind most of the time, I mean some people need a little more help, other people just want to help more, but I mean I'll like to spend time with my Father outside of training.

I sighed, bathing and changing before hopping onto my windowsill and looking out over the village. It was still pretty light outside even though it was already somewhat late, and many villages were walking around. I grabbed one of my books from my desk, running my hand over the cover before opening it to my bookmark, pulling the piece of thread aside and reading. It wasn't anything special, it was a cover of the war, the Second Shinobi War to be precise. Father had gotten me the four volumes, One though four, he didn't understand why I wanted to read about the past confrontations of our world but got them for me anyway. Honestly, I wanted them so I could learn about the evolution of our shinobi, as Father said, I start at the Academy soon and I still didn't know why I wanted to be a shinobi in the first place. I though, reading about older shinobi, shinobi with real purpose and drive would help me see what I wanted to be. So far, I've learned shinobi from the first two battles didn't have many differences, they faught to protect their village, to be the light in the dark times. The Third, that was more a quest for power, someone who wanted respect, and to be known as strong and powerful, those times were ruled by greed, distrust. The Fourth wasn't much different, also individuals wanting to possess all the power and knowledge, but that war was based of hate and love, more emotion than the Thrid. And now, we are at peace, but peace never lasts, I wonder, what the Fifth war would be caused by?

I placed the now finished book down, the sun had set and the moon shone strongly in the sky. I sighed, getting up to fetch myself some water before heading to bed.