Dien Bien Phu

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↓my bio ↓

When I was just a child, I lost my parents during a ninja attack in our hometown ... The whole neighborhood was burnt down and the flower village, Shuku was wiped out for eternity ...
The last few survivors of the massacre took care of getting me to a place where I could grow up in safety. At that time, I didn't know that my new home was called Konoha or the Leaf Village. I grew up there and even took ninjutsu training there when I deeply hated ninjas. When I was 19, I founded an organization called Kurobaku whose goal was to protect the villagers from any enemy attack.
Things were going well but something was missing ... A family. So I curiously took the initiative to desert in order to expand into new horizons. We then discovered the village of Takumi, in the land of rivers ... The majority of the inhabitants of the region had a striped headband, proof of their "betrayals" ... Surprisingly enough, we felt good there, it is while I created the Yagyu family. At the beginning, we were few in number but enough to fulfill the missions assigned by the Lord of the Rivers in exchange for our asylum. Things were basic, assassinations, bounty hunts ...
Unfortunately, by this time, the Rivers Village and the Sand Village had formed an alliance to stand up against Konoha. What bothered us was not the fact that they were allying against our old village, no. The problem was that it drastically reduced our number of targets to shoot. So we broke the rules by killing people from Suna. We've been judged, insulted, whatever you want. But no one ever did anything to us because it was too late to stop us. At the time, the inhabitants of the sands were in numerical inferiority, which made them easy prey for the great nations. To this day, even if what I am going to say may shock the new generations ... We have genocided clans, murdered women and children, yet ... I do not regret anything.
One of the prey I am most proud of was the deathmall hokage protected by a member of the Anbu organization. The old man was exhausted from his work, he had fallen asleep on his desk. Only the anbu called Sour (peace of mind, he was a good man) was prepared for the defense of the hokage at all times. But he wasn't quick enough.
In 0.4 seconds, I was behind the holder of the title of hokage chopping off his head (it's the one on the ground floor of the clan house). Shocked by this vision of horror, he drew an incredible strength that still today remains engraved in my memory as the most intense fight of my life. Exhausted, I got chased by people from Konoha but luckily I strew them in the chakra forest.

We were happily taking advantage of our financial situation and our reputation which could resemble that of a pack of rabid wolves ... Suddenly the drums of war resounded. But this time it was two different drums hitting in unison. Indeed, Konoha and Suna, cornered by the Yagyu clan united in order to eliminate us as quickly as possible ...
They were there, at the entrance of Takumi shooting any citizen on sight ... It got me mad because they awakened the post traumatic syndromes of the loss of my family. I saw the bodies of my brothers on the ground, stepped over by the Konoha and Suna ninjas. They had aroused the anger of the Yagyu as well as that of all of Takumi. For this first battles, we were victorious. But we had to stay on our guard. So a council was established within the clan. We had to know whether or not we were going to ally ourselves with the old rogue organizations of the rivers. I remember it as if it was yesterday ... I represented the conservative party which refused to ally itself with other organizations while the majority of the members of the clan, still traumatized by the recent events were for the alliance.

The alliance consisted of Yagyu, Akatsuki, Yoru and the Kurama clan.
So of course, we came to the end of our enemies but we made new ones.
Our new enemies did not come from Konoha or Suna ... They came from Takumi. Wars were more vicious ... They were cold. The blood was not shed but we found ourselves cornered by the madness of the men.
The Akatsuki had broken away from the alliance, the Kurama remained too divided and Yoru tried to assimilate us into their organization in order to expand their own power.
As best we could, we faced our rivals to hold our heads high but yet, from betrayal to betrayal, the blow that murdered the Yagyu clan came from our own blood.
Indeed, Snake Yagyu had conspired to divide us in order to found his own clan by appropriating half of our members to ally himself with the village of Suna.
This fatal blow divided us so much that the Yagyu clan scattered all over the globe with only a few brave men so as not to hide their names and their belonging to our former great family.

Due to our military exploits, Kirigakure, also called the mist village, decided to establish ourselves between its walls in order to cover the expense of the village. This was the start of a new era, I was 22 years old.

Our first hours were joyful and full of good promises for the future.
But we had to take our trouble patiently ... The first two eras of Kiri under the mandates of Dayum and Shissei were relatively suitable for our family even if at that time we were limited to a drastically reduced number of members of the clan.
Then came the dark hour of the 4th era.
The older generations of recent generations know it, but Feinz's tenure was not a good time for us. We were booed, mocked and made into jokes in the eyes of the villagers. Even today I find it difficult to hide my resentment towards the Hoshi clan who took advantage of the situation to make us the ridiculous little ninjas of Mist.
Unfortunately, there were not enough of us to cope with the situation.
Even if we proved our values on the battlefield, it didn't change a thing.

While at the beginning, it was only a matter of preparing our revenge, I launched a major recruitment campaign which raised us to the top.

Unfortunately, the life of a founder who has twice earned leadership status is filled with stress. This inevitably has great damage to health. So I fell seriously ill ... I was no longer capable of anything and so I took the initiative to retire from ninja life for a while in order to heal. So I took my things and enjoyed the sunshine of the ruins of Shuku.
It was then that I advised my faithful disciple and successor Kvaset to orchestrate a plot to make him the next leader of the clan while getting ahead of his rivals. I had always known that this kid had great potential as a leader in him and that he was the right succession for the Yagyu clan of Mist village.