An old man lived a peaceful life on his farm. He woke up early in the mornings, took care of the crops, fished, and then drank when the night came. A simple yet completely fulfilling life. He was also blind, but that didn 't stop him, because the old man learned how to see with chakra. Every living thing had it.

He was not someone born with this skill. Sensors, he heard shinobi call people like that. He was not a sensor. He just learned what he needed to survive. Chakra was like an aura or a separate bloodstream that he could feel if concentrated enough. Even inanimate objects had traces of chakra from being exposed to it.

That is how the old man managed to avoid those who called themselves shinobi as well. Their chakra was bright as the sun or fake as glass if their chakra was suppressed. He only wanted to live the rest of his days in peace. Alone. In the tranquil shelter made by his own hands. Away from the perverted humanity.