It was a chilly summer night. The sky was perfectly clear and many thousands of stars shone in that endless darkness, forming mysterious ornaments and signs, which had always made people look upon them with awe. In the middle of that ocean of stars, there was a crescent moon, a center figure in the sky. The land below was covered in dark, dreary, endless forests. They seemed to be the reflection of the sky, only the light was missing... In the midst of those forests a single path was curving like a snake.
A lone man was walking that path. Compared to the forests, to the sky, or even to the path, he was so small... Almost nothing... That man was an old monk, returning to a temple. His steps were slow but they were firm. His breath was silent and sparse but it was very deep. His eyes were covered by darkness but he saw much more than most people see during the day. Step by step, slowly, he moved forwards through his path but not a single step was misplaced. And here in this darkness, he seemed to be a part of the forest.
As this old monk was making his way through the forest, suddenly, a shadow appeared from the forest and entered the small strip of road, illuminated by the moon. That shadow had a shape of a person, though that person was moving very strangely, as if he was in absolute darkness. The monk, seeing this silhouette, immediately understood, that it is a shadow of someone who needs help and breaking his tranquility, the monk started running towards the figure. Once old man had reached that shadow, he saw a kid. A boy no older than seven years. Even when touched by the monk, the boy didn't stop and continued going as if he didn't notice anything. The kid didn't react even when addressed or when the monk grabbed his shoulders and forcefully turned the boy to face him. He seemed as if his mind and all senses were in another world.
The monk calmed down the body of the boy and put it to sleep. And then he took the boy with him to the temple. Only when, finally in the temple, the monk had put the boy to bed, he noticed that there is a strange atmosphere around that kid.
When the boy finally woke up, it turned out that he is missing his memories of his past. He only said that he remembers walking through dark forest for a long long time but no matter how long did he kept on going, the day would never rise. Once a moon had set, what would rise again soon would be the same moon.
Life in the Temple:
Once brought to this magnificent center of religion, the boy stayed there, for he had no family, no memories, no past. The monks became his family and the temple became his home. The monks called him Sanji.
The temple was, probably, the best place for Sanji to grow, for it was a place isolated from the superstitions of people. Here, Sanji was raised like everybody else, he had no exceptional rights, nor was he in anyway inferior to anyone. He would work, play and learn with other boys. Sanji made himself lots of friends. Here, everyone was equal and only years of hard work gave the chance to advance.
Sanji had spent three years in the temple. He had learned a lot and was one of the more clever boys, he could have become a monk but one quality set him apart from everybody else. He, above anything else, sought for freedom and experience, he couldn't get here, in the temple. The elder monks have acknowledged this fact. No one was to be made a monk against his own will.
One day, a monk Sanji had never seen before, appeared and approached the boy. He told Sanji, that he can take him on a journey and teach him things Sanji couldn't learn while in this temple. He told Sanji, that he would see many places he hadn't seen before and that he would meet many people but Sanji would have to leave the temple and could only return after long long years. Soon Sanji made his decision. One day he just said goodbye to his friends and everyone he knew and disappeared with that strange monk.
The monk, Sanji left with, was called Bokasu, though the boy quickly understood that it wasn't a real name. It soon turned out that the monk was a mysterious person. Many people knew of his existence and at least half of them were helped by him but no one, Sanji has met during his travels, could really tell anything about Bokasu.
Nevertheless, this middle aged monk soon became the best friend, the most loved teacher and a real family to Sanji. This man had a great influence on the way Sanji grew and developed both mentally and physically. They had traveled together a lot. For the most time they stayed at the Wind Country, they explored the land together, so Sanji got the chance to learn a lot about island's wildlife, plants, and its geography from personal experience. An old man and a little boy. A strange duo, they went to places others didn't even want to think of visiting. But it wasn't only Wind Country, that they explored. They left it a few times, when Bokasu seemed to have some business and such times were perfect chances for Sanji to learn more about the outer world and to meet new people. It was in other lands, that with the influence of his teacher, the boy started enjoying hearing music and different tales, people told.
It wasn't only the knowledge about the nature that Sanji received from his teacher. It was Bokasu, who taught Sanji how to fight and how to strengthen ones mind and body. The old monk taught many things and Sanji was very grateful. To him, this old man, was his only family and almost his entire life. The boy could hardly imagine living without him.
Maybe it was understanding, that Sanji relied too much on him or maybe it was the plan right from the beginning that made Bokasu do what he did but one day, when they were visiting Sunagakure as usual, he left Sanji and disappeared. That day, old man was very sad and serious. Sanji felt that something was going to happen but he knew that it was better not to ask anything as long as his teacher was in that mood. The monk had left Sanji alone near the lake and told him to wait there. After some hours, two persons approached Sanji and gave him a letter. It was from his teacher. In that letter it was explained that, Sanji had to start living and learning on his own. There were only a few lines written but Sanji understood that there was more to them than a person could tell in an entire book. At the end of the letter Bokasu explained, that he managed to get a place for Sanji among the shinobi of Sunagakure. Considering what Sanji had learned on his journeys, he was appointed the rank of chuunin.
This strange duo had wandered together for five years and it ended as unexpectedly as it had begun.
Part of a Village:
Sanji adapted to the life of a village quite quickly. He already had some friends in it and he was no stranger to others. Also he knew about the village as much as anyone living there, so he wasn't considered a stranger there. He got a nice small apartment to live in, which he rearranged to his liking.
Sanji had retained his curiosity and pursuit of knowledge and new experiences, which drove him forward. He spent much of his time traveling across the island, getting to know it even better and better, though he had never avoided his responsibilities as a shinobi. Sanji would gladly take on any mission assigned to him. He saw it all as opportunities to get new experience and knowledge. Because of his responsibility, as well as of his achievements, four year after joining the village he was promoted to jounin rank.
During all these six years he had spent in this village as a part of it, Sanji's life remained pretty much the same. Though he developed one little hobby, cooking.
To be Continued...
Whether from a naturally high tolerance, or acquired through experience and training, the character can sustain damage that might otherwise stun him from pain and continue fighting. This doesn't mean that he doesn't feel pain; he is simply tolerant of flesh wounds. He is still affected by large or otherwise fatal wounds.
During hard training in harsh lands, areas, etc. Sanji's body is toned with it's construction and deconstruction of his muscle tissue. Due to having them injured and healed, they only grow stronger with the nutrients and exercise given to them.
Due to water being Sanji's favorite element, and having shown great skill and mastery over it. Sanji is capable of performing all water jutsus with but one hand seal.
These knives are surprisingly hidden on Sanji's body. One on each thigh, and two in his belt, one on each side. They are also hidden in his shoes. So in concept, he can pull one of these knives out of anywhere. The knives themselves have a silver colored blade, and the hilt is simply straight black and easy to handle and throw. The knives are light, almost like a stiletto, and are more often used for a surprise.