You chose: <Kirigakure Shinobi Clan>

"B-Buh!" You wave your small hands at a woman, who smiles kindly at you. She has hair in a nice shade of purple and green eyes.

A man with black hair and lighter green eyes enters. He squeezes your cheeks and cooes at you something you don't really understand, but you giggle anyways. You don't know why, but you feel like you're related to him somehow.

The woman scoops you up from the strange box you're in and begins to cradle you. Soon, you fall asleep.

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<Congrats! Thanks to your wonderful parents, you are now two years old.>

"T-Tou-san! Hungry!" The man, who you now know as your father, turns and smiles at you.

"Don't worry, lunch'll be ready soon." He shifts the pan he's holding slightly, a look of slight concentration on his face as a delicious smell begins to waft up from the metal cooking device.

You reach for your chair, still too short to properly sit on it. Your tou-san, seeing your struggle, picks you up with one arm and gently deposits you on the piece of furniture, while still moving the spatula he's using to stir the tomatoes and eggs around.

"Arigato, tou-san!" You hug his arm, and he smiles at you.

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<Congratulations! Because of lots of vitamin D, you are now three years old.>

"Kaaaaaa-chaaaaan! You're back!" You slam into your kaa-chan, who laughs as she expertly catches you in a hug. She then holds you at arms length, inspecting you.

"Have you been giving your tou-san trouble while I've been away?" You shake your head, but your smile gives you away. She sighs. "I knew you would get my prankster side."

You tilt your head at her. "You were a prankster?"

"When I was younger, yes."

You bob your head, accepting the answer. "Tou-san's been teaching me how to move chakra around and do some really cool stuff! I can substitute myself with a rock, and I also know how to make myself look like one!" You beam. "Isn't that cool?!"

She grins at you, twirling in a circle to make you 'fly' through the air. "That's wonderful!" Her expression darkens suddenly. "Has he been teaching you any kenjutsu or about shuriken and kunai?"

"Yeah!"

You only feel slightly sorry for your dad when killing intent begins to fill the air. Because in all honesty, what kind of father decides it would be a good idea to give their three-and-a-half-year-old kid a knife?  Everyone knows you should wait until the kid is at least four.

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"Hey musume, let me see what you have."

"A knife!"

"NOOO!"

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<Congratulations. Because of your wonderful mother, you are now five years old.>

The alarm clock goes off, and you roll around, slamming your hand onto the snooze button. Groaning, you try to turn over and go back to sleep, but a sudden absence of blankets prevents you from doing so.

"Time to wake up!" Your mom chirps. When your only response is to groan and turn over, she nudges you. "Sukachi-chaaaan~!" she singsongs.

You moan. "Whhhhyyyyy meeeeeeeee?"

"Because you wanted to be a ninja, and today's the first day of the academy. Now get up or-"

You're up quickly, avoiding the frying pan that whacks the pillow just as you remove your head.

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You walk down the academy hallways, the classroom number repeating in your head.

301. . . 301. . . 301. . . There!

You reach the door of the classroom and slide it open.

You step through, and pause at the scene before you.

The students that are already present are scattered around the room, talking quietly among themselves. However, some are staring at a boy sitting alone in the left corner of the classroom. From the way they're whispering, it seems like they're gossiping about him.

The boy has blue hair stuck up like a shark's fin, skin the same color as his hair, gills on his face, and small, beady eyes that dart around suspiciously. He sees you staring, and scowls at you. "What're you looking at?" he snaps.

If you choose to <Befriend Kisame Hoshigaki>, proceed to >24<.

If you choose to <Ignore Kisame Hoshigaki>, proceed to >25<.