Yuki, Yasuo [Kirigakure Genin]

Yuki Yasuo was born in the Water Country high in the mountains where the snow fell like it was rain. Both of his parents came from the Yuki Clan. His mother, Aimi, was known for her beauty and her unique, royal yellow colored eyes. She had the brightest eyes of any clan member in the past. His father, Satoshi, was one of the oldest and wisest members left in the clan. During the time of hunting those with a Kekkei Genkai, Satoshi took his family high up in the mountains to escape the dangerous hunt. He would rather face the weather than a group of murderous ninjas.


Yasuo begun his ninja training at a very young age. At the age of five, his father was already instructing him on how to toss shurikens, senbons, and kunais. He started him off with the easiest thing wanting him to be able to protect himself if they were found on top of the mountain. His father always put his family's safety first. Dropping most morals when teaching his son. He created a vigorous training schedule for Yasuo. There was nothing, but free time on the mountain. Every second of his life was full. When he wasn't training with his father, his mother taught him other skills in life. How to cook, play the flute, tracking the enemy, ways of gathering and remembering. His mother was a master of gaining intel sometime using her beauty to go deep behind enemy lines.

By the age of ten, Yasuo begun to show great pride as being a member of the Yuki Clan. His ability with ice was double that when his father was ten years old. The snow was second nature to him being able to track animals easily through the snow. It was how him and his father hunted for through family. Climbing down the mountain looking for unexpected deer, hogs, or bears. Any meat was important for storage in the mountains.

Before Yasuo's eleventh birthday, a horrible thing happen that would change his life forever. Two Missing-nin from Kirigakure made there way to the top of the quiet snow top mountain. He watched his mother die right in front of him while his father sacrificed his life to give him time to escape. His father never cut ties with his best friend Kenta who was Jounin of the Land of Water. It was that day that his hatred for Missing-nin blossom.



Yasuo reached the village at age eleven being the youngest Genin among the village. He was rather quiet his first couple of (three) years. The only time others heard him speak when speaking to his superiors. However, Yasuo never turned them down when asked to spar or train. He dedicated majority of his time trying to better himself. If he would have been stronger he could have protected his family. He was never going to let others take away things he consider precious again.

Slowly the priceless minutes flew by. No. The long night hours did. Completely naked under his soft sheets and laying on top of his bed, he stared out the window. It was midnight, and young Sho Meikiri so happily couldn’t find the urge to fall asleep. That same letter from late yesterday afternoon was soaking his mind up of curiosity. Why would they set the time, so late for this occasion? What exactly was this signal? Who is Gashadokuro? How could he or she write this letter, when the letter is clearly signed by another different individual? What does this all mean…? These questions trouble the young mind of the child.

Sho took a glimpse at his clock, nailed on the center position of the room’s wall. It read as 1:42 A.M. "No time to lounge around. I must find the meaning of all of this." With that said, Sho finally made his decision to accept the letter’s greeting and possible arrive for something big? Throwing the bed covers from off his body, Sho got dressed and prepared to head out late at night. Seventeen minutes passed, and he patiently waited for the hour hand to strike two.

Staring down the clock up on the wall, he begin to count. "3.. 2.. 1!" Quickly, Sho ran over to his window. There he caught a glimpse of the secretive calling sign in the sky. "Now..!" He said in a low pitch whispers. Opening up his room window, he purposely flew down to the outside dirt surface. He began to dash through the streets and into dark midnight of the Kirigakure. It was pretty difficult to find the designated gathering place in slight darkness, but Sho managed to arrive to the cemetery area. Already, he had regrets of choosing to come. A bone yard and at night? Come on man...

Entering the gates of the burial area, he heard a faint noise of water crashing or something of the sort. With his guard fully up, Sho’s curiosity, foolishly forced him to inspect this mysterious noise of liquid. What the hell would water be doing in a graveyard? Running for a good minute, Sho encountered a person in the distant. Being five meters away made it edgy to seek out this individual. Closer he crept towards this being, and he found out it was another boy. From Sho's position and angle, this male’s back was facing him. "Aye You! What's going on here?!" He shouted in the direction of the gray hair colored boy, hoping to get his attention.