Rai takehiro

It was an early morning.I woke up and did my usual and caught up on my novels.My coach who adopted me(ya,I am an orphan)calls me to the gym in the house.He was a retired kendo practitioner and that's how I got into it.Any non living thing which was shaped into a sword felt like it had a form of connection to me.To me who had no parents,the bamboo sword was my comfort and the mat was my comfort place.Every move in kendo was just instinctive to me.Everyone who heard this always thinks I am a braggart,but I am not one to showoff.

By the age of 14,I already defeated my coach.

Everybody used to call me the yellow flash you know,ya just like Minato which always made me blush,but some just hated my guts and I always knew it.So I was always out of trouble.This was my boring life,kendo and school.But one day all of a sudden,my life just went puff.Ahhhh,why did I scold truck kun yesterday.Yup,I was killed by a truck and the next following thing blew my mind.I definitely thought I was going to heaven but the castle which I showed up in was not.

The castle was humungous.Imagine being in a hall so long that it seems endless and that too after an abrupt end to your life, but I was not nervous . I knew I was meant for something greater the day I touched the sword in my coach's house (ya i was being delusional) but you never know , my mind was constantly reminding me about the various stories that start this way and I was excited to explore this enormous castle.

I began exploring , and damn this is fucking bougie . OMG, seeing the shiny gold ,diamonds and other luxurious unknown metals just lying around , I was shocked but I started getting a very familiar feeling and I knew what it was. I ran as fast as I could and there on a majestic pedestal , I saw it . It was a katana which was sheathed in the most red scabbard I had ever seen . I could feel it , the katana was the missing piece . Of all the connections I ever felt with a sword like thing , this was the one that completed me . I was compelled to just run to it and unsheath it as soon as possible but the rational me would never do that because it was too good to be true . There was always some plot involved in any of the stories that I had read, and free things are never without baggage . I started to look around , but I was completely oblivious to the fact that my every move was being watched. 

When my master created me, I was very sad and angry that he was on the verge of death . Powerful people always knew their end and being one of the most powerful people to exist , he knew he was close and wanted somebody to pass his role onto. I have been searching for the one to inherit his legacy . He had very few instructions which included that the inheritor must be someone with a greater destiny than him and that was very difficult to find. Epochs have passed , many universal level talents have tried and came close but didn't succeed as they couldn't pass the final obstacle. The sword which my master cherished was never truly his own even though he was the greatest man to ever hold a sword . I have observed many talents whom I summoned to trial for the inheritance throughout my creation but this yellow haired boy with a strangely attuned soul was very peculiar . He didn't care for the riches nor the treasures nor the fame even though the sword left by master was truly attracted to him ,he maintained his composure and truly considered his options. I guess its time for me to make an appearance.