Kenji slowly made his way to the village graveyard. The sun was out in mass this day, just like many days in the desert of the Wind Country. Many say when you are born into Suna, you get used to the heat. So far Kenji had found that to be a complete lie. He was born here just like all others, and after 14 years, it was still way to damned hot. He stopped in front of a large tomb that held many of his dead clansmen. Many of whom had died at a rather young age due to their family curse. Not so much of a curse really, as a deadly disease. As the Kajiyama’s aged, their blood thickened in their veins, causing them to lose the ability to mold chakra in anyway, and eventually killing them where they stand.
He opened the door into the tomb and walked to the small alter he had built in the back. He opened up his knapsack and pulled out a small tray and some incents. He lit the ends and placed them gently onto the tray. He kneeled down in front of the alter and started to quietly pray. This was the place his family now laid, and one day he would rest with all of them silently in the afterlife, or so many would say. Kenji had made it his life’s goal to find a way to cure this disease.
After a few minutes of praying he stood up and looked around the tomb. “I promise all of you here and now. I’ll figure this out, and the Kajiyama Clan will rebuild from the ashes we have left. Only this time we will be greater than we once were! I Kenji Kajiyama give you my word as your brother!” He then turned and walked out of the family tomb, back into the summer sun, which instantly caused him to begin sweating. “ I have to figure this out….I just have to!”
Subject: The Promise 
