He sat alone at the edge of the river, the rocky surface he sat on providing him with a peaceful place to sit. He liked to be alone. The silence was… peaceful.

He wished he was normal. The stress of being a Jinchuriki means everybody wants what you have… it was a scary thought to say the least. Which is why he preferred sitting alone in the forest, blowing bubbles while the loudest thing in the environment was the rushing water. Or so he thought… until he heard footsteps behind him.