A while back…
With a swift, fluid motion, Sentaro flash-steps onto the rooftop of one of Uzushiogakure's towering structures, his feet barely making a sound as he lands. His body moves with the grace and speed of a seasoned shinobi, his red hair streaming behind him like a comet’s tail. He pauses for only a split second, his piercing green eyes locking onto his next target—a nearby building just a few strides away. With a confident smirk, he springs into action, leaping effortlessly across the gap. The wind rushes past him, tousling his hair and tugging at his orange jacket as he soars through the air. His landing is flawless, toes touching down lightly on the edge of the roof before he pushes off again, propelling himself toward the next structure in a continuous, seamless motion. "Heh!" he exclaims, his voice carrying a mix of exhilaration and satisfaction, enjoying the thrill of darting from rooftop to rooftop, feeling the strength and agility coursing through his body.
Each leap is calculated, each landing is precise, as Sentaro navigates the rooftops of Uzushiogakure with the confidence of someone who has done this a thousand times. The village below becomes a blur, and for these fleeting moments, he feels truly alive—unburdened by anything but the pure freedom of movement and the wind on his face.
Sentaro leapt down from the rooftop, landing smoothly on the ground below with a soft thud. As he straightened up, he casually placed his hands behind his head, his arms relaxed, exuding an air of carefree confidence. A huge grin spread across his face, his green eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Man! I can’t wait to start doing missions as a ninja now!” he exclaimed, his voice brimming with excitement. The thought of finally putting his training to the test in the real world filled him with a rush of adrenaline. His moment of enthusiasm, however, was quickly interrupted as three of his Uzumaki peers approached him from the side. Their expressions carried a mix of arrogance and mockery. The leader of the trio, a boy with an arrogant smirk plastered across his face, stepped forward. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Uzumaki who can’t even do a proper seal.” he sneered, his tone dripping with condescension. “Man, what kind of Uzumaki can’t do seals, huh? Am I right, guys?”
The two boys flanking him erupted into laughter, their snickers echoing in the alley. They were clearly enjoying the chance to gang up on Sentaro, using the clan’s expectations as a weapon to belittle him. Sentaro’s grin faltered for just a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. He knew his weaknesses in sealing jutsus made him a target for ridicule, but he wasn’t about to let these taunts break his spirit. He kept his hands casually behind his head, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at the three of them, a playful yet defiant glint flickering in his gaze. "Yeah, yeah, I don’t need any seals to kick your asses!" Sentaro shot back, his grin turning into a cocky smirk. He stood his ground, hands still resting behind his head, radiating confidence. His eyes locked onto the leader of the group with a bold, unwavering stare, a hint of challenge in his voice. "So, you guys want to test that theory, or are you just gonna keep flapping your gums?" “Boys, let’s teach this failure a lesson!” the leader sneered, spurring the largest of the trio into action. The bigger boy lunged forward, his fist aimed directly at Sentaro's face with a powerful swing. But Sentaro, quick on his feet, effortlessly sidestepped to the right, narrowly avoiding the punch. In one fluid motion, he countered with a solid punch to the gut, driving his fist deep into the boy’s abdomen. The impact sent the larger boy staggering backward, gasping for air as he clutched his stomach. However, before Sentaro could press his advantage, he suddenly felt a cold, metallic grip tighten around his body. Chains, marked with glowing seals, wrapped around his arms and torso, binding him in place. The leader stood a few paces away, hands outstretched, having activated a sealing jutsu. "Hehehe, let’s mess him up real good, fellas!" he cackled, a cruel smile spreading across his face. With Sentaro immobilized, the three boys closed in, fists flying as they began to beat him relentlessly. Sentaro tried to break free from the chains, but each attempt only made them tighten further. Blow after blow rained down on him, pain flaring up with every strike. Still, he gritted his teeth, refusing to cry out.
After roughing him up for a while, the trio began to realize that their blows weren’t having the effect they had hoped for. Sentaro’s well-built physique, hardened by years of relentless training and intense conditioning, absorbed much of the punishment. Though bruised and battered, he stood firm, his body weathering their attacks with surprising resilience. Frustrated by their lack of real damage, the boys eventually grew tired and decided they had enough. With a dismissive wave, the leader undid the chains binding Sentaro, letting them clatter to the ground. "Heh, y’know, you’d make a pretty good punching bag." he sneered, a mocking grin on his face. "Maybe focus on that—you might actually find a career there." He punctuated his insult with a rude gesture, flipping Sentaro off before turning away. The trio walked off, their laughter echoing down the street as they left Sentaro standing there, bruised but not broken, his eyes burning with a quiet determination. Sentaro wiped the blood from his nose and lips with the back of his hand, his expression hardening. “Tch... whatever, jerks!” he muttered under his breath, his voice filled with defiance. Despite the beating, his spirit remained unshaken. His green eyes blazed with resolve as he straightened up, determination etched across his face. “I’ll prove to them—and everyone else—that I can be a great shinobi!” he vowed, his fists clenching tightly, already plotting his next steps to rise above the doubt and mockery.
Suddenly, Sentaro’s eyes caught sight of a figure approaching—the Uzumaki Lord, Tentai... his rival! A rush of adrenaline surged through him as he recognized the familiar stance and commanding presence. With a cocky smile spreading across his bruised face, Sentaro casually placed his hands behind his head. “Heh, 'bout time you showed up, old geezer!” he taunted, his tone light but filled with a competitive edge. Hearing that Tentai is going to bring him to Konoha, Sentaro eyes widen. This is the first time he’ll ever leave Uzushiogakure, yes! This is what he wanted to go on missions and to push himself further as a shinobi and fighter! ‘’ALRIGHT!’’
After a long travel, Tentai and Sentaro finally made it to Konoha, his eyes widen, looking at the tall buildings and the variety of people. ''Woah, this is Konoha? It's awesome!''
PRESENT!
Having been in Konoha for nearly a week, Sentaro took every opportunity to explore the village and discover all the unique places it had to offer. Among the bustling streets and hidden gems, he stumbled upon a chicken wing restaurant that instantly became his favorite spot. The savory aroma, the crispy wings, and the lively atmosphere made him feel right at home. It was the perfect place for a red-headed ninja like him—somewhere he could unwind, enjoy great food, and soak in the new experiences of Konoha.
