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What if the sage of the 6 paths had a sister who holds the spirit of the ten tails? The sage may have been able to split the ten tails into nine biijuu but what of the ten tails spirit? It’s soul.
In a desperate effort the sage’s sister offered to carry the ten tails spirit and pass it down for generations in secret to prevent the true power of the ten tails from being unleashed unto the world.
The sage’s sister became lost to history hidden from both the world’s knowledge and even the sage himself which thus began the Gisei clan, meaning sacrifice, as in the eyes of the sage, his beloved sister made true sacrifice. From then on the child of the ten tails would be born with one blood red eye and ink black hair to signify the ten tails possession and the havoc the person housing this soul could wreak.
At the development of hidden villages the Gisei clan made sure to stay away from them lest their secret being exposed and the soul of the ten tails that was passed down from generation to generation be manipulated for their own gain. The Gisei decided to establish their own hidden town away from the villages. Some became merchants others learned the shinobi arts in order to sustain their clan but the chosen one always learned the art of the ninja in order to protect themselves and learn to control and converse with the powerful consciousness within them. With their stead fast secrecy and autonomy from any hidden village, the Gisei clan was able to continue on protecting their earth shattering secret for generations. _________________________________
“Aaaaaand that’s how the Gisei clan came to be! Isn’t that interesting Reina-sama?!” Aunt Mai chirped happily and clapped her hands together.
“Aunt Mai you told me this story before. Also you don’t need to call me -sama Auntie” Reina giggled sleepily as she snuggled into her blanket a little more.
“Reina-sama this isn’t just a story, it’s truly how we came to be! How else would you explain your mismatched eyes and midnight hair when everyone else in the clan has the same features as me? You’re the chosen child. Just like you mother was!” Aunt Mai replies tugging at her spikey brown hair and pointing at her black eyes filled with mirth.
“Mmm I guess so” The young girl mumbles almost asleep.
The brown haired woman slides off the bed quietly and looks down at the 4 year old girl with fondness and begins to leave the room before she feels a slight tug on the sleeve of her kimono.
“Hmm?”
“Auntie... why-why don’t you hate me? Mom died giving birth to me and I have a monster’s soul right? Don’t I scare you?” Reina looks up at her with her one blood red eye unsurely, wrapped tightly in her blanket.
“Oh honey... Why would I hate you? The soul of the ten tails that is sealed in you is the reason our clan is named Gisei. My sister knew it and so do I. You are our meaning, why would I hate someone that is the reason for our entire clans existence?” She says.
“I-I don’t know. I guess since the ten tails is a monster right?” Reina replies.
Aunt Mai looks at her and smiles a reassuring smile, “While some people may think so, I don’t necessarily believe the ten tails is evil. I do believe the ten tails is powerful but I think evil is dependent on how one uses that power, you understand?”
“Yeah, I think so... Good night.”
“Good night Rei-chan.”
“...I love you.”
“I love you too honey”
Mai looks at the smart, strong, and beautiful child her sister birthed before silently closing the door and making her way towards the porch. As she sits back to stare at the moon, Mai reminisces on the stories of the past juubi jinchuuriki. As the juubi soul slowly acclimates to its holder, their hair will turn snow white and they may converse with the spirit. What Mai didn’t tell the young jinchuriki was that should the holder be truly accepted by the juubi, they would develop the legendary rinnegan and how destructively intoxicating that power would be. Mai pictures the white highlights in her sisters inky hair and the occasional blank looks she had and thinks, Nee-san I fear Reina will become very powerful though she has yet to transform...for better or worse I believe your child will be legendary.
Mai slowly gets up still staring at the bright white moon before she lets out a sigh and says, “Lets hope she doesn’t go through too much hardship to get there.”
As Mai retires to the home she shares with her niece she doesn’t notice the dark blurs swiftly traveling through the streets and rooftops, the glint of deadly steel promising death and destruction.