String fullTitle = "Ninja of the Bloody Mist Quest";
int postNumber = "3032204";
String image = "Ninja of the Bloody Mist Quest Title Card.jpg";
String date = "11/07/18(Wed)13:31:05";
String comment = "You are Myon Uesugi, a 10 year old girl being trained in the killing arts of the Shinobi by the Ninja of Kirigakure, the Village Hidden in the Mist. At a very young age, your family sailed away from the small island you were born on and moved to Kirigakue so that you could begin your training as soon as you were of age. Your father is a Hidden Mist Chunin himself, a Journeyman Ninja, as well as a veteran of the last great Shinobi War fought between the Hidden Villages. You were too young at the time to remember what that war was like, all you really know was that many old grudges from that conflict have yet to be forgiven or forgotten. Some whisper rumors that a Third Shinobi War is brewing yet again just beyond the sea….
Your childhood is quickly coming to an end, for tomorrow you will take your final test before becoming a True Shinobi. This very test has informally given your village a fearsome title, “The Village of the Bloody Mist"
You slowly awaken to the rumbling boom of thunder, groggily lifting your head off of your futon to observe a sunless morning outside your window. A fog has rolled in, so thick that you can barely see over your front lawn to the waters that lap against the rocky coastline. Your room is small and bare, for even with the considerable money your father earns your family has opted for a simple lifestyle with little luxury. The only prominent items on display here are the katana that your father gifted you with a year ago and the well-crafted fishing pole leaning against the wall beside it.
You have a long day of classwork at the academy ahead of you, but with your final test so close at hand you know that there won’t be any more like it. Crawling off of your futon, you rise to your feet and stretch your back before walking down the hall to your bathroom. After splashing some cool water into your face, you take a good look at yourself in the mirror. Blue eyes blink back at you through locks of black hair that messily block your view of your wiry frame. Picking up a toothbrush, you open your mouth and reveal sharp jagged teeth not entirely unlike that of a shark, a physical trait that’s fairly common amongst the people of Kirigakure and supposedly something you inherited from your father. After you finish cleaning yourself up, you hear the familiar sound of a knife striking wood and realize that your mother must be preparing breakfast.