Full Name: Majin Y. Kuramoto
Titles, Nicknames, Priviledges: None
Height: 1,71 Centimeters
Weight: 62 Kgs
Age: 25 springs and 6 months
Special facial and body traits: Green eyes; Smooth skin, no visible scars.
Current Location: Hiking the dunes of Land of Wind.
The nature was changing, from deep grass and large trees making way for crystal clear rivers to pass by, mountains full of deers and bears he managed to land himself into the desert.
This moment was a crossroads in his life, for a moment he wanted to turn back as this was not for him. ' the desert ? ' he thought ' is there anyone living there anyway?'
Pondering upon a decision, the now adult Majin ventured inside without knowing what waited for him inside this dangerous, vast and unknown realm. He knew very little and that sparked a curiosity in his soul, maybe the time for solo travels were long past gone? He felt.
This should be interesting, as his sight was fading in the distance.. by the sand that started to blow back and fourth announcing thus a desert storm.
Countries he passed by were ravaged by a total war. The world they lived in was changing and the shinobi were at the top of it. Majin was tired and sad seeing all this destruction, yet nothing seemed to work in order to stop this war for supremacy of the clans.
Pitoresque sights, mountains and castles; rivers and plains; all were burnt down or had a strench of blood that would never fade. Thousands of dead, broken swords and broken dreams lied ahead, and not only in a place, the world was full of it.
He started collecting breastplates and swords of the fallen, he had to make a living. It wasn't graverobbing but not the worlds most honest job. For the moment it was worth for a satisfying living.
Far away from home, he met people of different kinds and religions, took along the shady paths to hidden villages and learned about history and culture. Due to his sharp nature he was offered to practice the teachings of ninjutsu as he had potential.
Two years time passed since he fled home; Majin grew up to be a self relient man and that was seen through his day by day actions.
Sword training was always an important part of his life, made him feeling in comfort and cleansed all the bad thoughts. Nothing felt the same when he practiced- with every swing and every drop of sweat he became a better man, a resolve was guiding his to the right path.
Sword was his angel while the wagon was his demon, one couldn't exist without another and Majin understood that. What he had yet to understand was how to be impartial and act without being driven by emotions. Careless and sloppy actions could end up to the exposure of his identity.
What he did not know, however was the number of armed forces sent to retrieve him. He had a hunch- thus being extra cautious even at the Inn.
Days were passing by and Majin never left the Inn. It was several months now, food wasn't that great nor the house, but one thing he cared about- one inn in the middle of nowhere, a perfect opportunity to scam people.
Majin still had a fight to carry instrically, his demons wouldn't let him go but he had better things than to dwell in the past.
Scamming opportunities came one of another, some were lucky being sparred while some were brutally scammed by the young prodigy- the battle inside him was still going, he realised that staying here at this Inn isn't what he should be doing.
Days later- Majin bid farewell to the Inn personell and the place itself and never returned.