to whomever may find this,
many years ago i left my village, when i was 25 my father had an affair with a young woman and my half sister was born. the pain and shame it brought my family was too much so i killed my father and left the village that night. i lived alone for the next 4 years, surviving on my own wasnt particularly difficult, i had never been very talented as a shinobi but my skill had always been enough, thats all i need to be, enough.
when i was 30 i stumbled across a temple, it was unlike anything i had seen before, it was inhabited by martial artists, not ninja. i was very far from home, i wasnt afraid of the people in the temple and they didnt fear me, after asking some questions i discovered that the ninja world i know was isolated from the rest of the world, there are nations all over the world.
i was never given a reason as to why the ninja world was isolated, i imagine it was some conflict. over the next 6 years i trained with the martial artists and learned an ancient technique, a foolproof guarding technique that channeled chakra into ones arms and legs. i mastered this technique and began to rise up in my standings of this community and the life for myself that i had ripped away by killing my father was regrowing. eventually i settled down and fell in love, it was now 12 years since i had left the hidden leaf village. one day on a particularly cold winter i had a thought, my sister in the hidden leaf would be graduating into a full fledged shinobi soon, it would be nice to see her at least once. but that thought never came to fruition.
after 3 more years passed there began to be rumors of a massacre in the ninja world, the village elders were concerned that if this conflict grew we could be in danger of a war around the entire world. this didnt concern me though, what concerned me was the rumors that young shinobi had been slaughtered in an attack, they were the right age to be my sister. i begged the village elders to find out the names of the fallen shinobi and eventually i learned of my sisters fate, she was killed and i hadn't even made an attempt to meet her even once. there was word of a tournament in he ninja world that was meant to choose someone to lead the ninja. i snuck out in the middle of the night a month before the tournament was set to begin, that decision to leave my life behind for the second time only feels foolish in hindsight, tomorrow the tournament begins, i dont know what my goal is. i dont know how to finish this letter as i dont expect anyone will read it, i guess i was hoping my little sister mayumi would read it as my way of apologizing for leaving, but it doesn't seem like that will ever happen.
-chikara
~the second preliminary round~
the flow of blood from chikaras arm wound slows down to a trickle, he was reckless with this battle and it got him killed. his body is roughly picked up and taken to an incinerator in the sand village, a note is neatly folded in his back pocket, this note will never be read by anyone. chikaras body burns and disappears to nothing but ash, his very existence has been removed forever.