Chapter 1
Kunai and shuriken

The winds blew across the land of sand, and swirled around the mountain standing tall. It was at the top of this mountain that the Zuzuma clan lived. They were a clan that could see and use the wind currents around them useing their chakra. It was here that Arashi was born, son of the lowest family in the village. When he was three years old the children of the village went to the capital of the wind nation. They would be left there to train at the academy and survive on their own. This was the children’s first test in their lives in the eyes of their family.
“Arashi come you are eligible for this test now COME!” an elder yelled at him. Arashi was only 3 on this day and had learned to talk only a little by this time, he could already run by now which was a good sign to them that he would be a strong ninja.
“Yes sir” the young Arashi said. Then he followed the group on a seven-day walk to the capital. Once they arrived they were checked at the entrance to make sure that they were who they say they were. Then they were taken to the academy and signed up.
“Well then you are all on your own now, you must take care of yourselves until you return to the family, a ninja of this land. None of you be accepted back until you gain that honor.” The elder told the 6 children then walked away leaving them alone.
After spending a night out in the cold winds in an ally the children walked into the academy to begin their training. They were split into their classes; Arashi was placed into a class with only one other of his clan. Then the sensei came into the classroom and the first lesson began and he was now officially a ninja in training. 3 Months after Arashi had begun his training and was still living on the streets, most off the others were now living with other families, one of his best friends, Akio Meuchi a very talented Gen-jutsu user, took him into his home. The young boy had been given this house by the city since his clan had been slaughtered in a war. Akio was the same age as Arashi and was considered the most talented Gen-jutsu user of the academy; the only thing was that he was blind. But this was no problem for him, for he had some how learned to walk and “see” some how. Next morning the kids were practicing their kunai and shuriken use. Since these were basic ninja tools they were a must to learn, and all must pass the test to prove they were adequate.
“Come on Shupu hit the target not the ground two feet from it” the sensei told him.
“Yes sensei I will try harder” Shupu said back. Many of the students had hit on the target yet only a few were close to the center. Akio was at the point were he could hit the target but not the center. Arashi had only hit the target 6 times that day out of 9 tries. Arashi thought that was good for him but his sensei didn’t.
“Arashi you need to do much better if you are to gain the honor of returning to your home,” the sensei had whispered to him
“Yes sensei, I know” Arashi said back. Akio had over heard this and after class when the two were walking home asked about it.
“So what was sensei talking about to you during class?”
“My clan sends the young to live here until we are ninja then we are aloud to return home. Until then we can not go home and must survive on our own” Arashi replied
“Wow that is kind of harsh for them to do”
“Well look at you, your family is gone now that’s harsh” Arashi said back
“Well then it seems that we are brother’s in tragedy as well” Akio said jokingly
“Wow I guess your right” Arashi said while he was laughing. Then the boy’s walked into Akio’s house for the night and went to sleep around nightfall.