Borne of Wind

( 9 Months Ago)

The sound of wind chimes could be heard ringing as the wind picked up, the wind chimes were attached to a wooden stake that was inched into the ground, it was traditionally used to see where winds were blowing in the land of iron

"Lord Mifune, another tornado has been sighted in the northwest!"

A man that wore white Karuta armor with an article of dark blue clothing under it he was frantic as these tornadoes have been rampaged through the land for the past three years, the person he was speaking to was Mifune, the newly appointed Iron General.

Mifune who wore a Crayola colored Hakama looked haggard as he went into deep thought before answering,

"Prepare the food and accommodations for those affected, get the reconstruction team ready for traveling."

He gave out his orders as he continued to look for solutions to the current problem as he looked at a letter from the current Second Kazekage.

The invention of the television wasn't invented, so commutation through letters was primary.

As the subordinate was about to walk out of the office, Mifune said to him once more.

"Inform the Nakajima-dono that there will be an arranged marriage with their eldest daughter and a male member of the Kazekage family."

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(Present Time - Modern World)

Cyrene a 16-year-old boy who planned to reach a great height in his life was now sitting in a classroom watching the lecture of the math teacher with intense focus, just as the teacher was about to write on the whiteboard the school bell rung, signaling the end of the school day.

"Alright class, we'll continue this topic tomorrow, make sure to read up on it so we can go a little faster."

As the bell rang, the intensely focused Cyrene jumped out of his seat as the ringing bell surprised him, the person sitting behind him let out a small giggle as Cycrene turned around and glared at the person before clicking his teeth and walking out of the class.

'Next time, I'll punch his teeth out,' this thought was followed by countless fantasies of violence.

Cyrene Smith is a vindictive person, any form of transgression would fuel his anger enough for him to wish to kill you, whether they be parents, siblings, or strangers, the only reason he held back was because of the consequences of even touching someone in modern society.

Cyrene was constantly ignored by everyone around him, any sort of thing that went wrong was his fault, and most people didn't even want to be in the same room as him.

As he grew up in a family of 10, a single mother and 9 other sisters, being the only male and the youngest one would make others think he was the most favored and spoilt child, but they could never be more wrong.

Since he was able to walk and talk, he was treated as a slave, made to clean, cook and wash whenever his sisters were responsible for anything, he was made out as a kind brother who would do anything for his sister, but he couldn't hate anyone around him anymore.

Since his first day of school, 7 years old, he had to walk himself to a school that was miles away from his home, and no one gave him any sort of pity, instead of pity, it was disgust or accusations, instead of sympathy, it was indifference.

As he was walking the 6 miles that it took to get home from school, his jaw started to feel as he ground his teeth in frustration, lightheadedness as his breath shortened, and soon pain could be felt pulsing through his chest.

Having to stop because of the pain, he held his chest as he squeezed his eyes shut, having calmed down, he began to walk again.

But he would realize this was a mistake, as his knees gave out and he fell to the hard, cold concrete ground with a thud and a groan.

The passerby seeing Cyrene's condition chose to ignore it as they side-stepped him.

A cold feeling took over his body as he could no longer feel the thumping in his chest after a long walk or run, the familiar feeling of a beating heart wasn't there.

'Is this it, am I dying?'

Cyrene's eyes began to water as he thought back through his life before unspeakable anger flared through his being before it quickly died out and the emotion that replaced it was sadness.

'My life was a complete and utter waste of everyone's time, I could never do anything right, my dream of being the best was foolish, and I couldn't even fight back against my own tormentors.'

'If there is reincarnation, I hope the next me won't waste anything, and strive to be the better than everyone else, it looks like Cyrene Smith is done for.'

As Cyrene accepted his death in sadness, his soul changed and took root and became something more.

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