Hao

50 years before Uchiha Madara co-founded the Leaf village, there existed an abundance of smaller niche clans that resided in scattered areas. Amongst these clans, there was one known to all and hated by all: the Mubosuru clan (無謀, ‘reckless, lawless, violent’). They were a hostile group who fought and killed their brethren in their own village. Despite being given chances and chances again, they never learned to live properly with themselves, or other humans. Living in soil plains, the clan members failed to ever succeed as a coherent tribe, never working together, and never establishing a unique identity for themselves. The careless members pushed and fought their way into obtaining ranks and gaining advantages in their own village. Not a single clan surrounding their perimeter would come to terms with the Mubosuru members due to their lawless actions and hostile way of life. All other clans casted them away whenever an attempt was made by the Mubosuru to cooperate. As a result, the Mubosuru began to garner hatred for all other clans, especially the gifted ones with able eyes and unique jutsu. Jealousy had overwhelmed them. The Mubosuru had nothing. They had nothing of value that would contribute to the shinobi world, and yet the death rates in the clan village were still flourishing. They were given life, yet they did everything in their power to die out as a village.

It was at the night of one remembered day, in the Mubosuru clan, when the Gods struck down a message in their land and cursed them all with an evil jutsu. A jutsu that could only hold back another being. A jutsu that would only help them ultimately destroy their own kin. The Mubosuru's village elder witnessed the thunder in the sky, and approached the burned ground where he saw the signs seared by the Heavens onto their land:

If killing and deteriorating as humans is all you’re capable of, then nothing shall come in your way.

 ❃ 10 years later ❃

The Mubosuru clan had established a feeble, yet functioning, system for its government. The village elder led their lives to survival if only by bits. Day to day activities included harsh work for ryo for every civilian. If not by the killing from others, it was suicide that resulted in the clan’s decreasing population every year. Living in such conditions with no trade or support from other nations, with an evil eye cast upon them from the heaven, with a clan jutsu that only haltered them from growth, who would want to live any further?

One night, a man named Kazuo of the Mubosuru clan, wandered into the forest east of the plain soils. There, he found laying on the ground a tall, pale female with dark navy hair, seemingly unconscious. She was unlike any Mubosuru being who would have brown shaggy hair. Kazuo carefully crept up closer to her, keeping cautious since he had never seen a single human from other clans. She showed no sign of life so he hauled her over his shoulder and carried her to his home, keeping himself unseen from any villager. After recovering a bit of her health, he was able to speak to her and learn of her identity:

and find that she was an Uchiha. Kazuo, being a Mubosuru, normally should have felt the urge to kill her. After all, she was from a gifted clan with the Sharingan, and Kazuo had a perfect chance to taste the blood of an enemy. But he didn’t pick up his knife -- he instead kept her in and let her live in his shed, for the duration of her health recovery at least.

‘I ran away,’ she said. 

‘You’re now in the plain lands, how did you get so far?’ Kazuo could not fathom why an Uchiha would ever land near the miserable Mubosuru clan.

She continued, 'it’s my clan. The wars for the eyes. It’s too much for me to handle. People are killing each other for their eyes… for the Sharingan. The unimaginable power.’

‘Killing? Sounds a lot like my clan huh, except the power part. We have none of that here.’ Kazuo sighed.

‘That is fine. I’d like to stay here. I don't want to be caught up in the Uchiha war. I'd like to live. I’d like to belong.’

Kazuo tensed his eyes at her request. It was not possible. The other clan members would kill her the moment they’d find out an Uchiha lived with them. But Kazuo kept her identity safe. He dyed her hair brown and assumed her his wife, naming her Itsumi Mubosuru. She then lived as a Mubosuru with Kazuo and worked most of her life to support him, and just as she was about to have her first born...

She was found out. 

One sunny afternoon, Kazuo’s hands were tearing from overworking and as a result of his recent poor performance, he was thrown out of the commissioners’ building where he earned his income. Kazuo hit the ground in the middle of the active street crowd and nearby citizens gasped and stared at him. Itsumi, shopping for fruits and vegetables at the time, heard the yelling from afar, dropped her food rations on the floor in anger and rushed from village market directly towards Kazuo. She knelt down to pick him up, but laid him on her lap realizing he was already unconscious. She looked up, and saw the commissioner standing by the gates, pointing at Kazuo.

‘Such a useless man. No power in his hands,’ remarked the 55-year old commissioner, a few meters before Itsumi. Upon hearing such blasphemy, Itsumi’s hands started trembling, and her heart rate increased. She turned her head to face the commissioner.
And by the next second, the commissioner was screaming and running in horror. What he had just seen and witnessed was Itsumi’s Sharingan eyes activated.
Those, too, of the Mangekyou.

The commissioner's body disappeared from his location and in his place were ashes from a strange black fire.

After she was found out, it wasn’t long before the village decided on a life sentence for Kazuo Mubosuru and his wife, Itsumi Uchiha.

Another day morning, a subordinate of the village elder brought in a man into the cells. The elder asked what crime the man had committed, and the subordinate claimed ‘treachery’. The village elder said ‘very well’, and commanded the subordinate to perform the only jutsu the clan ever knew, Kejiton: Kakusu (ケージ, ‘Cage Style: Darkness Cover’). The very jutsu that was cursed to them by the Gods. The subordinate completed the hand signs of the jutsu and from the ground erupted black bars that strangled the man and encapsulated him eternally. The village elder watched the sight of the man crumble and disappear within the black thick lines and descend into the earth. Even after having seen the jutsu performed countless times, it was still a disgusting sight to behold.
‘When will the day come where we will see a bright light. When will the day come when our only power or jutsu isn’t one that is there to murder our own clan…’ The village elder, once again, went to the same ground the Gods had planted their message 10 years ago. He stood there and stared in anger at the sky.

‘We have had enough. We have fought and survived your hatred. We have lived as a coherent community for years. Why is it that we are still destined to die as a clan. What do you want from us. What can we possibly do to ask you to make us equal to others.’
The ground signs started to change before his eyes. The Gods were writing another message.

If you wish to prove your change, sacrifice one of yours to us.

That was the message by the Gods. The words were seared on the soil. The village elder stared at the message. They wanted the elder to give them a member of his clan. It was then that village elder devised a plan. 

He called forth Kazuo’s family to the village town square. Kazuo and Itsumi were handcuffed and brought in by the elder’s subordinates and were thrown into the center pit, along with all their items and a peculiar blanketed baggage that Itsumi held. The villagers began circling around them, and began manifesting their hate and threw rocks at the two on the ground. Itsumi was faintly breathing; tears stained all over her face now with blood mixed in from physical harm. Her sounds, whimpers and feeble crying, were fading, she was barely able to respirate. She hadn’t recovered from the child birth and now her body was thrown around, causing her more damage.

She was a simple girl who wanted to escape the war in the Uchiha clan and arrived at this strange land to live a new life. She contributed to the society for years without ever asking for anything. She did nothing but serve Kazuo and desired only to have a peaceful life and family.
But instead she suffered an ill fate even more immoral than what could have been.
Tears trickled down her eyes, she wanted to look at her husband and see his eyes one last time, but she couldn't turn her body around. Kazuo laid beside her, his hands were burned, his eyes completely shut. He and Itsumi were given no food and no water after they were found out. Kazuo’s face was injured and almost unrecognizable with scars and blood marks. These two had faced punishments worse than death. The village elder finally revealed his decision. 

‘Kazuo committed a crime WORSE than any we ever dreamed of! This girl here is a foul being in our village. How could an Uchiha so blessed think she could step in our village? How dare they live here with us like this, hiding lies.
Mubosuru, today, we take another step to answer the Gods. They have asked us to sacrifice a member of our clan, in return for a brighter future. Bring forth to me, Kazuo.’
A subordinate of the elder walked to Kazuo's body, but noticed a thick bag laying in front of his path beside Itsumi. He raised the bag in front of everyone and spread the covers wide to reveal an infant in the blanket. The village elder widened his eyes in shock. 
‘We- we cannot have that baby in our village. A child of the Uchiha and Mubosuru cannot exist!’
The subordinate carried the baby to the elder.  The elder scrutinized the standing villagers and announced, ‘we will sacrifice this baby in place of Kazuo and let the two parents rot in jail. You may all leave, and await midnight to receive our Gods’ gift.’

‘Kazuo…’ Itsumi’s eyes finally opened. Her body laid there at the same spot, and it was now 11pm, several hours after the villagers left them to die. She crawled over to Kazuo through her injuries and bleeding. ‘Kazuo…’ She could barely see through the night time darkness.

‘What did they do to you’.
Kazuo’s mouth finally opened. ‘Curse… this clan. You should have never come here, Itsumi…’
Itsumi attempted a smile through her tears. ‘How else would I have met you.’

‘Itsumi… this clan was never destined to last… and now our chil--’

‘Our child... Where... did they take my baby? What did they do?!’ Itsumi’s scream silenced.

Earlier in the day, the elder held the baby’s tiny body to the sky and offered it to the Gods. The infant body faded away.

The baby’s body propelled itself into the heaven, past the sky, past the whites, past the blues, past the blacks. The baby’s body reached a zone a man had never laid foot on. He was now at the land of Gods, neither truly alive or dead. The baby’s body floated slowly and descended into the garden of the shrine. Suijin (God of Water) noticed him while watering her evergreen plants. ‘What is this…--’ she turned around and ran to young Ninigi (Grandson God). She knew he must have wrote another reckless message to humans.
‘Ninigi, who is that human in our shrines?’

Ninigi hid behind his Grandmother, Amaterasu (Goddess of the Sun). ‘It-it wasn’t me. I didn’t do anything.’ Amaterasu pulled Ninigi from behind her back, and spoke, ‘You know it’s forbidden to let humans into our world, Ninigi. Now go to Susanoo (God of Storms) and consult him on how to return the human back to his world--’

Amaterasu-Ōmikami (天照大御神, 天照大神, Goddess of the Sun)

‘I can’t’, Ninigi interrupted her. ‘This baby's people were about to kill him. His parents are near death. The society he’s from… they’re a dangerous killer bunch. They kill for food and commodities.  They live on blood spilled soil every day. I cursed them with Keijin Jutsu (Cage Arts) and they still do not learn. After years now, I tested their knowledge and wisdom... I asked them for a sacrifice… It was a test... And they failed. Instead of giving me their village elder, the village elder himself selfishly chose this baby.’ Amaterasu watched Ninigi explain the story in agony and sighed. ‘Fine then... if the village won’t learn with words, show them what Good is. What Good can do. Take this baby to the one and only Kuninotokotachi (God of Earth and also Primordial God of the Universe) and let Kuninotokotachi train him.’ 

‘Kunin-sama??? Are you sure this baby human will be able to handle that?’

‘If this child is to make a change in his village, he will be the example of what it means to be a good human. To achieve that, the child will need to undergo how it is to suffer under pain and then one day, persevere,’ remarked Amaterasu.

Ninigi giggled with delight and ran outside. He took the human infant and whispered in its ears, ‘You will have a future, little one. You’ll be given a chance... for something… Oh and I’ll name you myself. Your name will be Hao (ハオ, meaning ‘Good’) from now on. Now let’s bring you to our God of the Universe.’

(Kuni-no-Tokotachi, 国之常立神, Kuninotokotachi-no-Kami, primordial god of the Universe)

❃ 5 years later ❃
‘Hey, Ninigi! It’s my break time. I’m back from the training!’ Hao took a sip from his bottle and ran towards Ninigi who was peeking down through clouds.

'Good, Hao. Kunin-sama told me about your tendencies. You're a tad bit reckless but he says you have potential,' Ninigi responded, standing inclined with his elbow placed on a railing. 

'Reckless or not, I have strength, right? That's what matters!'

'Not quite,' Ninigi shook his head, looking a bit stressed, then turned to Hao. 'Muscle fibers are of no use if the punch doesn't land. You need to be patient and strike when the most opportune time presents itself.
After all, Hao, precision is the difference between a butcher and a surgeon.'

'Your words are always something amazing, Ninigi. It's like my immaturity gets silenced immediately,' Hao smiled.

‘Look there, Hao, down there, that area is your clan,’ Ninigi showed Hao, and pointed to a spot on Earth through the clouds beneath.

They stared into a zoomed in blurry rendered cloudy-image of the Mubosuru village land.

‘Ah... Looks alright.’ Hao, now 5 years old, seemed uninterested in examining Earth. 

‘You don’t want to see?' inquired Ninigi, surprised at Hao.

‘It’s not that I don’t want to see. It’s that I don’t understand… I don’t understand humans. I don’t understand Earth. I’m fine here where I am.’
Ninigi hesitated in his response, ‘you… know that you’ll eventually be returning to Earth, right, Hao? You're a human.’

‘And return to a place where the beings fight each other for a shelter? Where blood is not a rare sight and people get killed for differences in opinion? Ninigi, you’ve told me all the stories of Earth. You can’t tell me I should be excited to go back.’

Ninigi sighed and patted Hao, ‘us Gods fight, too, Hao. Arguments… Differences… these things exist everywhere. By having a mind, intelligent beings generate ideologies and not everyone will have the same.
You have to return to Mubosuru clan and live with them. All you can do is prepare yourself for it. You cannot stay here with me and Kunin-sama, as much as we’d like you to stay.’

‘Ha, Kunin-sama isn’t exactly easy either, Ninigi.’

‘That is Ninigi-kami-san to you! I’m still a God.’

‘Alright, alright, Ninigi-kami-san. Anyway, the training Kunin-sama is giving me is beyond painful… it’s excruciating. If you went through the same training, I commend you. The pain is immense.’

‘That’s exactly why we chose Kunin-sama to train you. Not Amaterasu-sama. Kunin-sama is tougher. He… teaches you what pain and endurance is.’

‘I can’t imagine living in Earth being harder than living daily with Kunin-sama’s training--’
Ninigi interrupted Hao, ‘oh it’s worse. Earth is worse. The suffering… it’s cruel, meangingless and often unwarranted.’

‘Ninigi…’ Hao closed his eyes. ‘Who were my parents… It’s about time you answer this if we’re already talking about Earth, I was brought here from Earth 5 years ago, I need to know who they were.’

‘I can’t answer that right now, Hao.’

‘Can you at least tell me one thing?’

Ninigi turned to face Hao, ‘what is it…’

‘Are they alive?’

Ninigi turned to face down, ‘yes.’

❃ 10 more years later ❃

‘Hao child,’ Kuninotokotachi called forth Hao from his chambers. ‘The procedure is done. Today. It is the day you’ll show me what you have learned.’
Hao woke up wide awake and hauled himself off the bed, ‘y-yes, Kunin kami-sensei. Let me quickly change my tunic.’

‘Step out into the grounds, I will return in 3 minutes.’ Kuninotokotachi left Hao’s shelter and stood before Izanagi (The Forefather of all Gods) and Amaterasu (Goddess of Sun) inside their private palace.

‘Sorry for the delay. I will send the child back to Earth today.’ He said, facing the back of Izanagi.
Izanagi, who was turned away from the rest as he was facing the window, replied, ‘very well, Kunin. Will you leave something in him?’

‘Yes’.

‘I’m READY to show you my training so far, Kunin Kami-samaaa!’ Hao yelled from outside. 
Ninigi appeared from behind his grandmother again, and stepped towards them. ‘Grandmother Amaterasu and Kunin-sama, and lastly, my lord Izanagi-sama, thank you three for letting him stay here for the time that he did.’ Ninigi was the youngest of the Gods, and Hao was the first person he could relate to due to their similar age. ‘I’ll miss Hao...’

Kuninotokotachi stepped outside and faced Hao. 

‘So what do you want me to show you first, Kunin kami-sama???’ Hao waved his hands in excitement. Kuninotokotachi closed his eyes and looked down, speaking a cast under his breath.

‘Huh?...’ Hao squinted his eyes.

‘Hanasu! (放す, ‘release’)’ Kuninotokotachi spawned a hole beneath Hao, leading to Earth.

‘What?... No--’ Hao gasped and his body did what it did before, and began to float and descend beneath. ‘NO, Ninigi stop me, Kunin-sama please! Ninigi! Anyone? I'm not ready for this! Please. NINIGIII-...’ Hao’s words began to lose volume as he dropped down, down to the blacks, down to the blue skies, down past the clouds, down to the Earth’s blood filled soil.

‘What did he mean “show me what you’ve learned today”?... How can I show him? Is this part of it?’ Hao’s feet touched Earth’s surface and a jolt of a strange phenomenon hit his body. This wasn’t a dream-like land like where he grew up in. This was the earth where he was born, where he is supposed to be. This is the reality. The years past were a gift granted to him. A gift granting him a chance at life. 
‘Chance at life… no. 
No, no, it’s more than that. It’s not just a chance to live. My life is meant for something particular...’ Hao pondered while experiencing solid ground for the first time. He walked awkwardly across the grass field, glancing back and forth in an attempt to decipher where he was dropped. ‘Now I’m here, to live here. Where humans live and die. Was I really living before?’
He continued walking straight and arrived at an area with markings on the ground. The etched marks appeared to be seared into the soil. ‘What is this? “If killing and deteriorating as humans is all you’re capable of, then nothing shall come in your way. If you wish to prove your change, sacrifice one of yours to us?” Is this a memorial?’ The curiosity won, and Hao knelt down and brushed his hands through the burned text. ‘This isn’t a human’s doing, is it? Can humans use fire with such aptitude already?’

‘Who’re you? I’ve never seen you child. What’s your name?’ An approx. 40 years old male approached Hao from afar, startling Hao in the process. 

‘Uh- ah, I’m Hao. If you could be so kind, could you tell me where I am?’

‘ ... ’ The male furrowed his brows, ‘an intruder huh. What’s your clan? And why are you here? Don’t make any quick moves, I have the advantage here. Don’t--’

‘Hold on, I am being genuine. Where am I? I- uh… just woke up from a long sleep and-’

‘Is that supposed to be funny?’ The man pulled out his spear and readied its position, holding the tip in the direction of Hao. ‘I’m arresting you. You have no reason to be in Mubosuru clan’s village.’

‘Mubosuru clan…’ Hao’s eyes froze.

‘Yes, you’re not welcome at Mubosuru clan. Why don’t you leave right now, and I’ll pretend I didn’t see you, hm?’

‘My parents…’

‘H-hm?’ The man’s hands started shaking. He never needed to harm anyone in his life and this was looking like danger to him. He gripped his spear tightly. ‘What do you mean, whose parents, explain.’
Hao’s eyes stayed strained. Emotions surged through him as he recalled Ninigi telling him that his background is Mubosuru clan, and that his parents are still alive, but it’s been 10 years since. 
‘Mubosuru clan. Tell me where my parents are.’

‘You're a Mubosuru? Who-who are your parents? Their names- Listen, I don’t want to hurt you, boy. You better go before others arrive, too.’ The man began sweating with anxiety. Hao didn’t look quite normal to him.

‘Too late.’

Strong shuffling was heard from behind the man. Hao tilted his head casually, and made out the vague figures to be 3 more men approaching, one of which had a long robe. 

‘Too late, I guess you have back up now,’ Hao said in a bitter voice. ‘More people to answer my question.’
The man gulped and stepped back, taking refuge behind the village elder and the subordinates that now stood before Hao. He deemed Hao to have unusually high confidence for a teenager.

‘Keiko, who is this boy?’ The elder halted a few meters before Hao and inquired from the whimpering man.

‘Elder-sama, it’s-it’s, uh, he’s a 15 or some odd years old boy looking for his parents. He says he's a Mubosuru but I've never seen him before.’

Hao stepped forward, ‘this is the Mubosuru clan, and I’ve gathered that you’re the elder here. I was told this land is the land of ‘suffering’ and ‘eternal pain’ which I don’t believe--’ questioned Hao.

The village elder stepped forward as well and responded, ‘You don’t know the half of it, boy. Agony, misery, pain… this is all we know. The Mubosuru clan is fated to struggle, to dwindle, to kill itself. I’ve guided this clan to survival and I’ve lived through it all. I’ve seen the pain, I’ve undergone it. Even the heavens forsook us,’ asserted the elder.

‘The heavens?...' pondered Hao. 'What are you talking about? Where are my parents. It’s been 15 years.’

‘Who the hell are you to question our elder? Talk to us first! 15 years ago was when we sacrificed our very own men to a promise for the Gods and they lied to us!’ One of the elder’s subs stepped forward, with a knife in his closed fist. ‘Kid, it seems like you got strong arms.’ He spun the knife between his fingers and charged steadily at Hao. ‘You’re definitely from a clan blessed by the Gods. A clan with power and dignity. A clan with a name. A CLAN WITH A GOOD JUTSU—’

Hao put his hands together to yield signs. ‘Lightning Style: Triple Lightning Spear,’ shortly after Hao’s last word, concentrated lightning streaks spawned from his hand, and sprayed into 3 ways, piercing the knives in all the men facing him, shocking them all momentarily. The lightning teared apart the metals and returned to Hao’s hands before the men’s bodies could begin their surprised and fluttering reaction. Hao had effectively disarmed 3 men within a split second.

‘L-lightning s-s-s-style? Already at 15 years? This boy-’ The whimpering man whimpered some more as his knees couldn’t support his weak body any more and dropped him to the pavement.

‘Shut up, Keiko! Tsch, this boy is gifted, that’s all. I can still take him-’

‘Enough,’ the elder exclaimed. ‘Hao, state your parents’ names. I assure you they could not possibly belong here-…’

‘Kazuo Mubosuru and Itsumi Uchiha,’ Hao answered, sheathing his motioned hand back down to his side. 

‘How… is that possible…’ The Elder stumbled backwards. ‘How did this happen- you were supposed to be…’

Hao connected the dots and had it figured out. ‘I was supposed to be the ‘men’ you sacrificed to the Gods?’

‘Your parents… They’re in the community jail… gackk—.’ An Onyx black spike engulfed in smokey, electric fumes extruded from the soil and cleaved through the elder’s neck, spewing his blood all over his own body. ‘What in the w-w-world… are you…’ The elder’s eyes desperately tried to look at Hao closely, but he could barely speak, his own body was losing all its blood, and more mushy blood was still gurgling from his mouth and pierced neck. The men beside him all froze in awe. 
‘Ah… I-I get it…ehck-’ the elder smiled, his eyes slowly closing for good. ‘I get it now…’
Hao, completely startled, hurriedly resorted to a crouched state and receded back one step, not aware of what the hell just happened. His brain stirred rapidly, wondering what caused this strange black rod to emerge from the ground and strike the elder. Was this an automatic jutsu cast? Who or what caused it? 

‘I understand… 15 years ago, I sent you to heaven to get a gift back… ggchk-... that gift… is you. Coming back,’ the Elder exclaimed in his dying voice. ‘I see… This is my doing, this is what I get for killing Itsumi--’
Multiple more spikes spewed from the dirt and flew into the elder’s body, crushing all his organs instantly.
Hao’s pupils instantly numbed upon hearing the elder’s last words. His mother was no longer.

'What in the world...' the cowardly men adjacent to the now-dead elder stuttered at Hao, 'are you...'

Hao observed the elder's body's separated teared skin limbs slide down from the black metal spikes, with blood dripping from the tips.

'Y-y-you, lightning, you learned lightning...' the fearful men continued. 'But what in the hell is this black magic.'

The words "killing Itsumi" circulated Hao's mind, and made him drop to the ground, 'Ninigi said they were alive... he said my parents were alive. But my mother, she's dead... I have never even been able to see her.'

'Look, we... we made a mistake. M-my name is Keiko. I can help you,' the men took this opportunity to slowly step back and create distance between them and Hao.

Hao closed his eyes for a moment, breathed out, and remembered the training, and more importantly the meaning of it all. The coveted chance to live a life. The reason he was saved from death. He cleared the emotions and recollected his senses.

'Take me to your village, Keiko,' he said. 'Perhaps there, I will find the answer to Kunin-sama's question. Maybe there I will find what I am meant to do.'

'K-Kunin-sama? Who? If you're a Mubosuru, where did you just come from?' The men realized if they refrain from attempting to attack or speak ill of Hao's parents, he will in return refrain from killing them off. 

'You won't know,' Hao replied. 'You don't need to know.'
Hao glanced back at the seared text he first encountered. With a cleared head, he now gathered some answers. 'That's Ninigi's hand writing alright. I see that there's some more to this village's past I need to figure out.'

'How did you come back when we sacrificed you to die?' Said Keiko, a tad bit frankly, as he and the men led Hao to the village.

'Keiko, shut your mouth,' another man, named Kiin, replied. 'He's with us now, he's proven that he was born here, that's all that matters now.'

'I'd listen to that man if I were you, Keiko,' Hao added. 'Those black spikes could come kill you, too. I don't control them.'

Out of the group of men, Kiin never attempted to attack Hao. Unlike Keiko, Kiin can gauge the power of an enemy much quicker, and he feels no urge to attack a superior human to his self, regardless of if the other human is an enemy. 
Now the village elder was dead, and a new guest was soon going to be introduced to the village, and Kiin would have to explain the summary of events that unfolded. 

'Hao, your name you said?' Kiin turned to face Hao. 'The village might not take you in so easily. I realize... I mean- we realize, as a village, that we were wrong to sacrifice you. But it was the elder's decision, and the villagers still adored him and looked forward to his news. Once they hear he is no longer, there could be great catastrophic turmoil in the village.'

'As if that's new...' Keiko added. 

With no hesitation, Hao responded, 'that will be of no concern. I will manage and explain.'

'You're just 15, what are you going to do? Your black magic of doom can't kill them all if they end up disliking you,' Keiko taunted.

'Listen here, Keiko,' Kiin muttered. 'If Hao doesn't kill you right here and now, I will. Keep your mouth shut.'
Kiin then turned to face Hao, knowing Keiko might be right despite the taunting attitude. How would Hao, a foreign teenager, explain to a village what he had just did to the elder. Kiin himself hadn't a clue what to do either. The 3 continued their walk towards their village.
 

Hao, along with Keiko and Kiin stood at the foot of the gate to their village. He took a few moments to breathe in the air; the air that had seen countless deaths over the years.

'Welcome to the Village Hidden in the Apeshit, Hao,' Keiko stated, kicking a few rocks aside with his hands in his pockets, evidently not excited to be back at the village.

'That—?' Hao questioned.

'No, that's not the name of our village. Keiko is kidding,' Kiin cleared his throat.

'No, not that. That.' Hao pointed at the horde of villagers running towards the gate, towards them.

'Oh that. That is a group of people expecting the village elder to return with the some good news...'

'Little do they know, they're instead going to meet Black Magic Kid Prodigy over here,' Keiko said, before he stepped behind Kiin, not prepared to be interrogated by the village. 

'What is the meaning of this? Who is this boy, Kiin?' One of the women yelled out as the group of people arrived at the gate. 

Kiin quickly thought of an idea, 'this boy is the good news the elder was talking about. Welcome him he--'

'Hi, I am Hao. Son of Mubosuru Kazuo and Uchiha Itsumi. Your village elder is actually dead and,' Hao continued spilling the details, cutting off Kiin's calm and collected answer. 

'Oh no... this is not what we planned to say...' Kiin stuck his hand on his face, hiding in shame. 
 

Although Hao's age ridiculed their impression of him, there was an undeniably strong, determined aura that engulfed him, and it negated any inexperience or naivety his young age might have emitted. The crowd of villagers were strangely all silent, as if they were eagerly waiting to hear more and more from Hao, about what had just happened, and more importantly, who he was. 

The Mubosuru clan had nothing particularly special in their eyes. But Hao did. So it was evident to everyone that he wasn't a pure Mubosuru, but they were all oddly curious why Keiko and Kiin weren't attacking Hao, but instead standing alongside him.

Kiin thought to himself that it may be the Sharingan eyes that Hao possessed, but they weren't. 

'It's clear our village has harbored hate from all sides,' Hao stated. 'The name Mubosuru itself is a label for the lawless and violent. And if our own name is an insult, there will be nothing to move forward with. The village elder held this community together and that was a step towards coherence, but survival is not our own only goal as a clan. Striving, thriving, succeeding and conquering is what you all need to drill into your minds.'

'And who are you to tell us this?' A villager made his way through the crowd to the front row and raised his hand.

'The baby you decided to gift to the Gods. The answer to your prayers,' Hao retorted. He knew not what he was talking about, but he needed to fabricate some credibility if he was to be taken seriously.

Keiko stepped in, 'AKA, he's the hero we don't deserve, but the hero we nee—'
Kiin motioned his hand, and signaled Keiko to stop.

'What you did in the past matters little now, it will not define us any more. What we decide to do from here forth...' Hao continued.

'You're not a Mubosuru? Your eyes are abnormal,' interrupted another citizen.

'I think I'm a Mubosuru, maybe I am not... But nor am I an Uchiha. I can't really speak about where I am from. I'm not quite sure it was even real anymore. I guess I have yet to learn who I am, in addition to defining this village. But that just makes it so we can do it together. We can do it all together. From the start. Renewed. My plan is, that we restart our clan. With a new name.'

'If we wish to have change, we need to sacrifice. I'm sure you've all seen that somewhere before.
We need to sacrifice our name, surrender and submit ourselves, and start anew.
From now, we will be called Taesuru.
Tae - meaning to bear pain once, then endure, persevere and overcome.
Where, once we were called the lawless, criminal Mubosuru, we will now answer our own label with our response. 
You can all call me Taesuru Hao.' 

Members from the crowd started to attentively listen and bow. One by one, more citizens followed suite and bowed. The boy had naturally discovered the one and only answer which the village elder couldn't understand for years.

'And this eye,' Hao held his hand at his face and made circular motions to outline his eye, 'these eyes will be nurtured in our village. We will finally have doujutsu strengthening our clan and these eyes will harbour it all. As the months go by and you all gain these eyes, you alongside myself, will learn of its power which I, myself, have not fully tested.'

'Taesuru...' the horde of villagers repeated after Hao.

~ ~ ~ ~

In a matter of a few years, Hao had fitted right into the village, and shared his power. Those who were mentally and physically able gained Hao's eyes, which granted them Black Lightning mastery. Hao trained the brightest shinobi of the village with the training regime that was provided to him by Kuninotokotachi.
Hao reunited with his father, Kazuo, and provided him with the highest treatment to recover. A system overhaul was done to the village's government, and after a few months of setting new rules and laws, Kazuo Taesuru, Hao's father, was appointed Kage. Not only was he wrongly punished by the late village elder, but the citizens now realized Kazuo is the example role-model figure all along; he's a man who took in a blessed stranger and took care of her for years for nothing in return. Hao's teachings were already taking effect. The villagers started to improve their thinking ways, and began appreciating Hao, and Kazuo for what they've done.

Hao, who still wanted to learn more about his mother, decided he still needed to mature properly and explore the world before he would settle. The Leaf Village became his next destination. There, he'd undergo his official ninja training and also get to know about the history of the Uchiha, for there must be some Uchiha bloodline connected to his eye power. 

"We were born into suffering. But suffering alone does not define us. It is what we do with our pain that shapes our fate."

Hao was never meant to live. As an infant, he was sacrificed by the doomed Mubosuru clan, a lawless clan cursed by the gods for their violent ways. But fate had other plans. Discarded away, but to the realm of the gods, Hao was raised among celestial beings, trained by Kuninotokotachi, the primordial god of the universe, in the harshest trials imaginable.

Fifteen years later, he is returned back to Earth—back to the clan that forsook him. The Mubosuru remain trapped in their cycle of hatred and self-destruction. Upon Hao's return, the village elder meets his fate; dead by the hands of Hao, with the Mubosuru people feeling lost, and their future uncertain. But Hao is not here for vengeance—he is here to forge something new. To give his people a chance to rise from the ashes, to reclaim their name, and to prove that suffering does not make them monsters—it makes them stronger.

With the power of the gods in his veins and a path for his village only he can shape, Hao will lead his people toward a future of honor.