It was one of the most despair inducing day peko has ever had, force to provide for the people in grand palais and treating wounds during those war times. It was merely just maintain its territory, peko didn't care who suffers in this village. Having to be a gifted medical ninja at an early age, of ten. Biting and sucking every inch of chakra from pekos arms, while the ones recovered did nothing, but sat there like useless idiots. It was a horrible time down here, peko oftenly being called a slut or disgusting trap when he was younger, and suffering like a slave. While balling up in pain, and frustration- peko heard a shout while in the alley way. Peko took cover, into the corners to peek out of the alley and to witness his father being mistreated as much as peko was. Casting fire style techniques, and setting one of the rivaling territories to blaze- sitting there and watching people burn to death. That was at the time when he first unlocked it, the sharingan. After being spotted by one of the thugs, ordering his father and the rest of the crew to get back to their post- before the thug could get closer. The thug got within, pekos visual sight of his sharingan. He stood there frozen, as if he was put on ice with a ice style jutsu of some sort. Peko held the kunai in his right hand, and after the thug was caught in his eyesight, it was at the perfect moment where he took his first blood with the kunai he found.
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Word count: 269