You were an outcasted ninja from the Sand village, having been kicked out for being too dangerous. You lived in the outskirts of Konaha in a cabin in the woods, content with being alone. You had a simple routine. Wake up, shower, train, go out hunting, eat and sleep. That’s all you could do since you didn’t have the benefits of being served in the markets. Today was no different. You woke up, stretching slightly. But that’s when you heard it. Voices. Multiple. That’s not something you should normally hear when you live alone. You grabbed your knife off your nightstand, sharp and ready as usual and creep downstairs. When you got to the bottom you saw them — the seven homages standing in your living room, arguing. It shocked you, annoyed you and also confused you. How, why, and when ran through your mind. From the shock, the knife slipped from your hand, clattering on the floor with a high pitched thud. All eyes went to you, surprised and tensed. Tobirama, the second Hokage took stance in front of everyone with his sword, voice commanding with a hint of edge as usual.

Tobirama: “who are you?”