“Ehh! Well, y’know…” Sentaro began, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over him—especially when Tentai brought up the part about the girls. He’d tried talking to a few of them, but he lacked the charm to keep them interested. Most times, they’d either give him strange looks or find a reason to dismiss him quickly. He knew he had a lot to learn when it came to that kind of thing, but he tried not to dwell on it too much. Aside from his awkward attempts at socializing, his time in Konoha had been nothing short of amazing. The village was vibrant and bustling, far bigger than Uzushiogakure. There were countless stores, restaurants, and more manga than he could ever find back home.
“Yeah, this place is amazing!” he said with a grin spreading across his face.
“So much bigger than our village—more manga, and the wings here are so much better than the ones back home.” His eyes lit up just thinking about it, remembering the taste of the crispy wings he had come to love.
“The people here aren’t that bad, either,” he continued.
“Really kind, actually! But...” His expression grew more thoughtful, and the light in his eyes dimmed slightly.
“A lot of people here seem sad, like they’ve lost someone precious to them. And I’m thinking it has something to do with... ahem that thing.” He cleared his throat, his voice dropping to a more serious tone, referring to the mysterious creatures that had kidnapped thousands of civilians and shinobi. There was an undeniable weight in the air that hinted at unresolved grief and fear, a stark contrast to the otherwise lively atmosphere of the village.
Sentaro eyes widen, hearing about the time he was being bullied by those kids, he didn't expect Tentai to know about that. His expression became slightly sadden. He hated thinking about them, especially how badly they treated him. Still thinking about how horrible their acts were to him.
Sentaro's eyes widened at the mention of the time he was bullied by those kids. His expression grew somber, a shadow of sadness crossing his face. He hated thinking about them—the way they treated him, the pain they caused. The memories of their cruelty still stung, no matter how much time had passed. His mind drifted back to that day, and the vivid flashbacks began. He could still feel the blows: fists slamming into his face over and over again, the sharp pain coursing through him. The leader of the trio had him trapped in a chain seal, keeping him bound and helpless. The words they spat at him were as cruel as the punches.
"Honestly... the only reason Tentai took you in as his student is because he pities you. You're such a loser. Your parents probably don’t even love you. You're a disgrace to the Uzumaki name. Do yourself a favor and just kill yourself. Maybe then, you’ll give the name Uzumaki some honor for a failure like you to ever been born into the clan." the leader sneered, his voice dripping with malice.
Sentaro’s eyes widened, and his body trembled with a mix of rage and pain. His teeth clenched tightly, a fire igniting in his heart. "Screw you!" he shouted back defiantly, blood dripping from his mouth. "
So what if I can’t do Fuinjutsu? And yeah, I have a hard time paying attention in class, and my grades are slipping! But that doesn’t give you the right to treat me like this! Someday, I’ll become a far stronger shinobi than all three of you and become a great leader! I promise you that!" His defiance only seemed to fuel their hatred. The leader's face twisted with anger as he spat on Sentaro, his spit mixing with the blood and dirt on Sentaro's face. Then he kicked him again, over and over, each blow landing like a hammer. Sentaro could do nothing but endure, his body bruised and battered, but his spirit refusing to break. Even in those painful moments, he clung to his dream—to become someone great, someone who would prove them all wrong.
Sentaro found himself lost in a trance, the painful memories playing out in his mind like a dark, unwelcome movie. The taunts, the punches, the feeling of helplessness—they all came rushing back. But just as quickly as the memories surfaced, he forced them away, snapping himself out of it.
"Yeah... well, screw 'em." he muttered, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. His eyes sharpened with determination, and his voice grew stronger.
"I’m here to become a great shinobi—and someday, I’ll be a leader that people can acknowledge!" He spoke with conviction, his fists clenched tightly by his sides. No matter what had happened in the past, he wasn’t going to let it define him. Instead, he would use it as fuel to push himself further, to become someone worthy of respect.
Location: Konohagakure - Leaf District Posting Order: Sentaro Uzumaki > Tentai Posting Time Limit (PTL): 3 Days (Approximately 72 Hours) Skip Points: II