[X] Your eldest brother, Madara Uchiha, the only one of three to continue survival in this world.
[X] Sharingan
[X] Intelligence
[X] Genjutsu
[X] Chakra Control
The target tramples through the undergrowth like a fool, leaving a trail even a child could track. Red eyes track its movement.
You softly exhale, your breath forming into a cloud of frost almost immediately as you remain motionless in your perch in the trees above. Muscles tensing, you spring from your spot to land on the next branch, the flow of chakra into the soles your feet shifting to match your ascent and fall, allowing you to keep your balance despite the rapid movement through the tree tops.
You keep up, despite the targets speed, your Sharingan allowing you to see through its twists and turns and predict exactly where it will emerge from the undergrowth. However, this chase must be quick. You may be skilled for your age, but staying power is not one of your talents. Preparing the necessary hand seals, you breath in and release a pinprick of your chakra into the targets system.
The target crashes into a tree whilst running at full tilt, stunning itself. As its view of the open field shifts to back to the dense forest, you emerge from your spot.
Drawing your kunai in a single clean motion, you stalk towards your now paralysed prey. It may be unable to resist, but you've had caution beaten into you by your father many times before to be overconfident on your first kill.
"FIRE RELEASE: GREAT FIREBALL JUTSU"
You manage to leap out of the way, the hairs on the back of your neck curl as the flames lick over you.
The rabbit however is engulfed in flames, leaving naught but charred bones and ash. You turn around with murder in your eyes. Your brother at least retains the sense to flinch back from your expression.
"It saves time cooking?" he smiles nervously as you slowly step towards him. Dropping his catches, he begins to back away as you pick up the pace of your pursuit. He falls backwards as you tackle him into the snow, the collision causing more to fall on top of your scuffle from the branches above.
Mother scolds you later for soaking your clothes with the melted snow and you go to bed hungry with the hunger pangs over the tasty meat lost. Shifting over in your sleeping mat, attempting to find a more comfortable position, you turn to your side to find some rabbit stew, still piping hot, left next to you as your elder brother slips back into his section of the tent.
Aniki may be a dobe, but he's yours.
On one hand, you are now old enough to go into battle. On the other, it's too damn cold this winter to go seeking out a fight. So you've gotten yourself some time to kill before you are sent off to the killing fields.
Write in a plan for improvements and training.
(Pick 4)
[ ]Train attribute
-[ ]Att 1
-[ ]Att 2
[ ]Train skill
-[ ]Skill 1
-[ ]Skill 2
-[ ]Skill 3
[ ]Mess around with the kids your age
[ ]Bug one of the elders for a story
[ ]Interact with Big Brother
[ ]Interact with Mother
[ ]Interact with Father
[ ]Explore Local Area
[ ]Look for a job to do around the camp
[ ]Write In
