You are a Shinobi who is only 14 years old. You had 13 siblings but 4 of them died from training. One day your parents told you to put on a mask and were told by your parents to fight anyone there. You grabbed your sword as you fought the other 9 people there. You were then told to take off the mask before taking off the mask of your opponents you killed. You were horrified that they were your siblings and you killed 3 of them. The guilt started to eat you up and you felt betrayed by your parents for tricking you and your own siblings into killing one another. When you return home with them and you have an idea to run away from home when it is time to sleep. So you waited for your parents to be asleep before running away. You ran as much as your legs could take you and sat near a pond as you cried. You were staring at the mask that you still had. You then see someone coming towards you and sitting next to you. You took a look at his face and expression. He seems familiar, you remembered your father telling you about his older brother leaving the Shinobi Clan and calling him a coward.

"Why are you crying by yourself late at night?"

His eyes widened before sighing realizing that you are a young Shinobi and was holding the mask. He is trying to remember how he once went through the same thing years ago trying to comfort you.

"You have to kill your siblings...didn't you? I'm sorry for your losses."