Third Layer:
         ⹡ â Finding my way out onto marshy fields of the northern island of the Land of Water, I watched the waves crash onto the shore as I stared in the direction of the âLand of Lightningâ; a powerhouse nation. All that ran through my mind was my fellow jinchĹŤriki that laid there under the rule of the Raikage. I am unaware of their condition there yet, I was always worried. Maybe something was happening to them or that they were being mistreated. I only assumed the worst because of what I went through, all of our situations werenât the exact same. Even then, I worried about them all. We didnât choose this life and for all the bad things to happen to us, I didnât like it. I believe that is why Iâve always been so cruel to those who werenât like me. To those who werenât harboring such enormous burdens, even if they didnât want to be treated as such. We were all alike, angry at the world for what they labeled us as. Treating us all as if we were monsters when we really only wanted to be in good company.
With skin of like porcelain, fair, decorated in colors of grey, green, blue and mesh armor. I stood at the shores; my usually covered feet were bare as they dug into the sand as the tide lapped against it. I was here to recollect my thoughts and then, I fell into a sudden spell of depression.
    âDo you understand what they did to me? Hmm, YaguraâŚ--â
With the voice like velvet within my mind, running like water and I began a processing of his feelings. The feelings of the Sanbi, the memories of Isobu began to seep into memories of my own. I began memorizing his every thought and water began to swell my eyes. Emotions running deeper than the sea, and psychological pain that wouldnât heal until it was brought to its roots. A life story full of pain and suffering, almost ever since the passing of RikudĹ Sennin and he was left on his own. I felt sorry for him and my worry for the others quickly diminished to nothingness. How could I care after the bijĹŤ of the other jinchĹŤriki treated my dear Isobu as if he wasnât one of them?
    âIs it ever fair`da--?â
