>Your name is Amon Shuu, a humble monk of the Water Temple.
>You have no family to speak of. Whether you had any to begin with is a question you don't have an answer to. You were just one of the many casualties of the 2nd Shinobi World War, an orphan. Your luck pulled through when a wandering monk snatched you from the debris of a border skirmish between Konohagakure and Kirigakure, your village having been reduced to rubble in the midst of battle. You were 4 years old. The monk, Myatsuu, brought you back to the Water Temple in the marshy coastlines of the Land of Water. This is where your story begins.
>Last thread you met a man named Sakumo Hatake, had a bout with the stern monk Tai, and had a go at trying out one of the sealing techniques you’ve recently studied.
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“Do you have any idea how dangerous that was, Amon? Seals are not toys to play with. You, our archivist, of all people should know this. The techniques I have allowed you to study are powerful, maybe even more than you understand.”
The disapproving face of Myatsuu, your teacher and friend, stares you down. Following your spar, Tai had gone and reported to the Head Priest of the Temple…unfortunately for you, also Myatsuu.
Tai nods his head in the corner of the priest’s meditation chamber, attempting to discreetly rub his (undoubtedly still somewhat numb) stomach when he thinks neither of you are looking in his direction.
“I know, Master Myatsuu, I let my curiosity get the better of me. I just wanted to see a technique for myself for once instead of reading about it in some dusty tome.” You finally concede. Tai lets out a loud humph at this.
“You spoil him too much, Myatsuu,” he chides, “a monk’s life is not discovery and adventure, but control and self-mastery. He is too young to be handling….magics...beyond his ability.” Tai leers at you as he finishes the last bit.