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She was just another child. Just another orphan. Just someone else who lost people to the Kyuubi. Yet she was never named. Not by her parents, nor at the orphanage. She was always overlooked, forgotten the moment your attention was elsewhere. If you remembered speaking to her, you could never remember what she looked like.

You would remember her waist length hair, but never the color. Her delicate skin, but not the shade.

She was the definition of a nobody.

So she named herself Fumeiryo.

Her name meaning indistinct, because that's all she thought she was, and that's all she thought she would ever be. Nothing more, nothing less.