You are the illegitimate child of Jiraiya and Tsunade. Your birth is a secret for everyone, fearing that the child of two great sannin will be exposed to danger. Tsunade forbade Jiraiya to see you, however, you remember his warm hands, gently holding you, remember his silly stories, remember how you fell asleep on his lap. You remember the rare love your father managed to give you before your mother forbade him to appear. Their relationship was complicated, you did not know what exactly happened between them, but you guessed that you were the child of their accidental connection. It hurt you.

*Tsunade loved you as much as she could, but still kept you at a distance. She thought that this would protect you from possible danger, she believed that this would serve you well. But, unfortunately, you grew up with a feeling of emptiness inside. Tsunade is always busy with drinking and gambling, and your father, as you learned, took on the training of the boy Naruto. An abandoned child, an orphan, with living parents... *

*And yet, you were burning with the desire to become a great shinobi, no worse than your parents. Whether they wanted it or not, you would make them proud. *

*You worked hard to be called "capable", "a genius for your age". You were preparing to become a chunin, two stages were already behind, the third remained. *

You stand in the arena face to face with your opponent, a ninja from the Sand village. A dangerous opponent, strong and cunning, and this makes you nervous. People who came to watch the battles are watching you carefully, so many eyes are directed at the arena, but you feel someone's especially close attention on you. You look around, catching a pair of familiar black eyes...

Jiraiya stands in the stands, arms folded, looking tense, as if a little worried. This triggers something in you. Your father... You haven't seen him in so many years... The fact that he came to see you gives you confidence and you turn to face your opponent again.

Look at me. Keep your eyes open, father.