He was born into a typical family. First child and was raised with the least attention, though he got what he wanted and junk. He was raised by a very loyal family though, who always told him how great the Takekage was, always complimenting the current economical status, and how they were in one of the many powers of the Shinobi world. Always happy to be of help to the world, Kazuo was a very charity-prone person.

He would do things for people in the village he didn't know, anything from participating in volunteer groups, to simply passing out cookies to everyone he happened to pass by. But as it always happened upon, he wasn't always thought of as a good kid. Some kids though he was a goody two-shoes kind of person and would find him amidst his work and wail on him for no real reason other than they were jealous of how much attention he would get from everyone in the Village for his good deeds.

However, this would never deter him, but as all things, they simply persisted. Kazuo was always good though, never a bad bone in his body up until this one day. One day, he was caught up in his umpteenth fight with the jealous kids. He was forced into actually fighting, because the people he was helping, actually cheered him on to fight back. Now, he had never thrown a punch before in his life. He never thought he needed to. But nobody helped him at this point, and he had to learn by instinct or be killed by these kids.

It was then, he learned just how good he was at throwing a punch. He completely roasted the boy who he'd hit's torso with an explosion upon impact. Needless to say, nobody in the village decided to actually get into a fight with him ever again, and he had only thrown that one punch at the time. He hadn't really figured out what that was other than a stroke of luck.

However, over time, he became more aware of his skills, his ability to make things explode. This was a shocking development in his life, mainly because of the fact that nobody in his family, had ever had Exploding Chakra. It was such a random mutation, that he wasn't sure he wanted it, like it gave him too much of an advantage over other people.

In the following few years, he was growing this immature attitude, knowing that nobody would mess with him. This attitude he had was a very angry one, constantly angry over things that he couldn't get, or things that other people had. He was a very jealous person and would constantly whine and threaten to hit people. However there was then a tourist, a random passer-by, who wouldn't give him something that he wanted, despite the suggestions.

Suddenly, in a temper tantrum, he slugged the man, and fried him up really badly. But he didn't stop there; he pounded him and pummeled him, teaching the tourist a lesson. He destroyed the man's body inside, and watched the man collapse to the ground. After that, he told the man to get up and give him what he wanted, but the man didn't respond.

His eyes widened and he looked around at the crowd that had witnessed the whole thing. This whole time, he had thought that his explosions weren't ever going to be a fatal blow, but he had killed someone with them. To add insult to injury, it was over nothing really. For this, he now shows extreme discipline with his mannerisms, and never raises his fist without a properly assigned reason.

He asked his parents at age 12 (3 years after the fight), to sign him up for the Academy, as Charity work had become 'boring'. Though he was a late sign-up, he managed to get himself into the academy on account of all of his good deeds, though he was pretty sure they would have let him in anyways on account of the short supply of ninja in the village. He had actually been paying attention to the local economy and noticed that the country was getting rather poor. And that it seemed to be losing ninja left and right to retirement.

He learned throughout this year of shinobi training, just how hard it was to be a ninja. Though he was rather certain that just about anyone could do it if they tried hard enough. He took this state of mind with him as he graduated his first year, due to natural talent, and the fact that he could blow off a human arm with a punch (or so they said). He spent his first year as a genin with a Jounin sensei and was teamed up with a pair of ninja who were quite generic and faceless.

Thanks to him and the aide of his Jounin teacher who helped him hone his skills seemingly beyond his team-mates, his team was renowned throughout the village. He was a skilled genin for sure, and it was only fitting that he won the tournament of the Chuunin Exams by a landslide. This doesn't go to say anything for his competition, but it didn't matter, they were all missing a limb or two's function by the end of the exams.

Now a chuunin, as at that point they didn't give you further rank-ups for actually winning fights in the tournament, he took this time as a volunteer for actually teaching genin. He was a strict but fair teacher, but was often out on missions that were entrusted to him by the running Takekage at the time. Throughout these missions, he was given the ability to toy around with many more advanced and dangerous missions, actually taking on some S-ranked ones as a chuunin.

As a side note, this was the time during his life when he was doing just about any mission he could to earn a lot of money. After a few months of taking any jobs he could, there was soon a revenge plotted against him for his previous actions of killing a 'tourist'. As it turned out that 'tourist' wasn't a tourist but a rogue ninja, who was sent here to infiltrate the village and get knowledge and was part of a small crime syndicate. He accepted a mission from a mystery person that was sent specifically for him, with a high reward. He was to meet the client at a small house in the richer part of town.

When he went to meet the client though, he was met by three people, smiling and laughing with this evil aura about them. He would have left but they were specifically here meaning there was some connection between them and his mission. So he entered the place. It was a trap.

His family was tied to chairs and the door slammed behind him the three people drawing their various weapons to assault him. After he dished out a thorough ass-kicking, he was almost surprised when one of them took a cheap shot and went for his family putting a knife to their throat. These rogues were very bad and he had to choose between defending himself or his family, as two were after him and one was about to kill his family.

Needless to say he took out the one threatening his family and took care of the other two. After almost losing his family to Rogues, he has obtained a respect for the law and the enforcement of it all. From that point on, he's decided that all missing ninja and rogues are enemies of his, and that anyone who breaks a law at all, should be dealt with swiftly, and justly. Worst crime on his list, attempted murder, second worst, kidnapping.

This trust ranked him up to Special Jounin, and he spent quite a few years at this rank. He went through the entire rule of the Takekage, Aeneas, but he didn't much rank up, taking his years more slowly and honing his skills further, and perfecting his martial art. His power to blast people's limbs off with a clean hit became the power to kill people in single clean shots, blowing up their whole body at once. With this advancement, he continued his missions, one at a time, slowly building up a hatred for Nadaregakure's enemies. He would commonly gather information while gambling, pretending to be drunk while asking questions that would seem dumb to the locals under the guise that he was drunk and dumb.

He became a snake, a trickster, learning how to steal from people at the various casinos to extend his time at the casino so he could 'gather more information', though what he didn't realize was that he was getting slightly addicted to gambling. It wasn't too much though, and he would finally pry himself away from the slots machine long enough to do more professional work and report his many many findings.

Kazuo, for another few years managed to become a very slick character, learning to be more street-wise. He would fight people on the streets of villages he was in to earn the thug population's respect. He wasn't a very famous ninja at the time, nor is he now. He used his connections to get info he needed on his info-gathering missions. After gathering significant intel, he was finally promoted to Jounin. Spending another year or so after that to perfect his fighting style even further.

Today, he is a Jounin, skilled combatant, and getting stronger. He wishes to end all crime in the world though he knows that such a thing will never happen. As such, he is very disciplined in the ways of the law and from past experiences is very cautious of his own rage.

He sighed and walked on. He wished that the people who ran from their villages had learned something at all... He carried the blade from the man earlier as a walking stick even more. It had been a while. He had yet to find opponents that were going to be of any use to his training. Suddenly he turned around to re-patrol... a few dozen missing ninjas were stalking him. They were like they wer going to work together to fight him all with each other. "So many traitors all think that with eachother you may defeat me..." he said. He put the blade down. He let out his two puppets. "I hope you guys know how to die properly, because every one of you lot are going to die now," he yelled to the angry crowd.

He walked towards the lot, and made his puppets look like his back-up. "I think I'll kill you with a new style I just made up," he shouted laughing maniacally. Suddenly about 4 jumped at him. He kicked the one in-front of him. While his puppets killed the other 3 around him. He then jumped up and pulled an arm-blade out and stabbed the man into the ground. He screamed and struggled as he cried in his death, cursing at Shi for his last words and was silenced. Shi pulled the blade out of the dead man's gut. He sheathed the blade into the puppet and shook his head.

"He was lucky, he got to die so peacefully," he sighed and said simultaniously. He turned around and walked a little bit and remembered the rest. "Oops, you guys are so pathetic I forgot you wimps existed," he said with a laugh. It pissed off some of the Missing Ninjas around him. What was an army against him... it really wasn't fair. All of these E ranks were more like F ranks... he laughed. They needed more people. The whole group charged at him. He twitched an arm and Kenkoukyo tackled the one in front of him and fired a kunai into the man's face. One down at least 26 more to go. He drew Kenkoukyo's blades and went into a frenzy.

The missing ninja army was trying to take him out. It was a tactical mistake for them, as they only focused on him, and not the in coming blades. A couple of the guys managed to survive. It was rather sad. "You lot are weak beyond imagination," he said, "I was really hoping for more of a challenge." He sighed... one of the men took the opportunity to attack Shi. A blade slashed a bit through Shi's flesh... but not really. It was stuck and the man was struggling to get that blade out. The person the man had really slashed, was Osuken, Shi's puppet. The dense wood was trapping the man where he was. He man died a few moments later, by an unknown source that had a high probability of being a Push Blade to the stomach. The other few people tried to run... they TRIED. Kenkoukyo was a fast type of puppet. The rest were all dragged back and killed slowly.

I won't explain how he killed them... but I will leave it at their screams being heard from miles around, until they lost their vocal cords for a reason that was definately NOT due to Shi slowly reaching into their mouths and cutting their vocal cords with a blade. He walked over to a pond and started washing the blood from his hands. He sighed and walked around to see if there were any more rogues around...