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The Uranami village was quaint and it was just a little bit away from Torogakure. Hayase would normally accompany his mother and father when they would go. Today would be no different. He was so excited, he was up before sunrise. He had been sitting on one of the docks with his handmade fishing pole. The calm wind had always made him at peace. Hayase watched the sun come up and he figured he had to be home before his mom came calling for him to come home. Hayase begins to make his descent from the dock after he lined his fishing pole back from the water. He was practically running at this point albeit being barefoot. He finally made his way home, seeing his mother already up. So was his father and grandfather. His grandfather looked up to see who entered their home and saw Hayase. His brows furrow, his frown deepened before grinning. “Still fishing for the biggest fish are you?” His grandfather questions the young boy. The young Uranami stops in his tracks. He looked over at his