The day was ordinary. Nothing was happening, nothing ever did. My life was just this large cycle of boredom. You see, I've been living for quite a long time. A month ago I had seen my thirty-second birthday. But, unlike most thirty-two year olds, I wasn't working at a steady job or off with my husband. No, I was a thirty-two year old stuck in the body of a twelve year old.

This may seem odd. Hell, it is odd. But my clan - well, my mother's clan - was the Shogai. Those born into the Shogai clan usually gained our kekkei genkai: Eienikiteiru. It translated to 'eternally alive', meaning that with our kekkei genkai, we were immortal.

This is somewhat true. For every one year a normal person ages, we live ten. That's why I'm technically still twelve. After our first ten years of life, our kekkei genkai activates, making us age one year for every ten. That's why my life was just this boring cycle. I've worked countless jobs - though I was limited seeing as I appeared to be a naive child.

There was a time when my life had been exciting. Approximately four years ago, a young boy had massacred my father's clan. I wasn't too concerned, seeing as he had been exiled for marrying my mother about forty years ago. Unfortunately, the murderer - Itachi Uchiha - had been determined to get rid of all Uchiha - even those exiled. So, my father had been killed.

But I had not. When Itachi's eyes had looked at me, he suspected nothing. The only trait of my Uchiha gene that appeared was my coal-black eyes and my fair skin. I had inherited the Shogai trait of green hair - mine being close to an emerald hue.

So, the Uchiha had left, leaving my father's burned body in the clearing they had just fought in. I hadn't really tried any fighting in approximately sixteen years. So, once experiencing my father's death, I left my mother in the care of the Shogai clan healers - she was suffering from trauma - and went off to relearn everything I could. My father had granted me a gift when he had died - his eyes. It had been in his last testament that I have his transplanted into mine. I didn't understand at first. But then I read the documents he also passed down to me.

My Sharingan came back easily, although my eyes were burning after my first few tries. I continued training however, going up to the Mangekyo Sharingan before gaining the ability that my father had granted me - Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan.

I wasn't fond of using the two higher level stages of the Sharingan. The original was fine for me, seeing as I never really encountered much fighting. Everyone usually thought that I was just a traveling Genin-level ninja, seeing as I kept my chakra masked at all times. It was another trait of the Shogai clan. When it came to chakra control, we were pristine. Hiding it from passing travelers was no big deal. The reason we did this was simple - we didn't like conflict. We may be very close to immortal (seeing as we aged so very slowly and that any normal methods of murder did not effect us. You could even chop off our heads and we'd be alive) but we didn't really like having people try and gain our kekkei genkai for themselves.

I mean, they really couldn't. It was grafted into our DNA. You can't just inject yourself with it, you had to be born as a Shogai clan member.

But, enough of what events brought me here. Today was what I was concerned with. I had been thinking of joining a Hidden Village, seeing as I had returned to my former glory as a ANBU-level ninja. Or even higher, there was no telling seeing as all I did was train against Shadow Clones.

I was traveling through the Land of Waves on a whim. I had no place to go so I might as well travel the world while I trained. I was approaching that bridge that an old man had been trying to build. I had thought about helping him, but after having him shout at me to go away and calling me an 'annoying brat', I had listened and went away. It wasn't my concern if these people were taken over by that guy that had bought their shipping industry. These people would be dead and gone before I even reached my early twenties.

Ignoring my thoughts, I was passing by the bridge before pausing. Four chakra natures far above that of an ordinary villager were present and I masked my chakra instantly, giving myself the same level as an infant.

On the bridge there was a large group of villagers, probably the whole population from the nearby town. Already half-way down the bridge was the four strong chakra signatures, the tallest of them being the highest.

Scowling, I activated my Sharingan and focused, trying to make out their features. The one with the high chakra signature had spiky white hair with one eye covered by a Konohagakure headband, while the three kids appeared to be about Genin-level. The blonde one had something....odd about him. As if he had two chakras, one being very large and evil.

Tilting my head I thought for a moment before remembering that Jinchuuriki usually had that type of chakra signature. Narrowing my eyes, I jumped down to the water, flowing chakra to my feet. Going to Konohagakure wouldn't be too bad. They were a friendly village, although the ninja were a little too hesitant to strike the killing blow.

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For three days the team travelled, and I maintained my observations, watching them silently from the shadows. I always kept my chakra masked, even using a jutsu to have it lowered while sleeping. The Jonin sensei on the team never even noticed me, something I snickered at. The team was actually very....odd. The pink-haired girl - her name was Sakura - was completely head over heels for the duck-haired boy, Sasuke. The Jinchuuriki was named Naruto, and he obviously had an unnatural obsession for ramen and becoming the Hokage of Konohagakure.

Something that really shocked me, however, was the fact that Sasuke was an Uchiha. Having believed the entire clan murdered besides myself (seeing as I really couldn't die), I was amazed that such a child could have survived. Then I saw the way his eyes were: the way their were crowded with darkness and revenge.

It was extremely evident that he'd be seeking out Itachi for the murder of his (well, our) precious clan.

Sighing at the stupidity of the young child, I was relieved when we finally got near the Hidden Village. When we were about ten minutes away from the large village, I unshrouded my chakra, watching the Jonin - er, Kakashi.

The white-haired man froze, the three Genin looking at him in confusion. His hand darting up to his headband, he looked over to the branch where I sat, my feet swinging in a relaxed manner.

"Who are you?" He questioned, eyes narrowed as he examined my seemingly twelve-year-old body.

"A person. Why?" I replied, smirking cheekily and feeling my over-sharp canines brushing over my lip. Sweatdropping at my smartass answer, his free hand inched towards his kunai holster.

"But, before you do something stupid - like attack me - I'm Shogai Yokeru. Er, well, I have another last  name but...." Shrugging, I jumped down from the tree, my eyes their usual pitch black hue.

The Genin eyed me warily while Kakashi relaxed somewhat. "Shogai, huh? How old are you exactly?"

Now the Genin stared at him in confusion while I smirked. "Ah, so you know of my clan. That's reassuring, I didn't really wanna go into the long-winded speech. I'm about thirty-two right now."

The Genin's mouths dropped while Kakashi nodded. "Your clans peaceful with all of the villages. What do you need?"

"I've became bored over the past four years. Decided I might as well join a village. I've been tailing you since the Land of Waves."

"Wha-? Kakashi-sensei, who is this girl?" Naruto shouted, pointing rudely towards me while I just blinked calmly. Kakashi had looked slightly wary at the fact that I had been trailing them for so long and he hadn't noticed.