What If Naruto Power Attract Every Female Spirit In The Shinobi World ||

What's up everyone? How are you all? Today we are back with another blazing Naruto story. What if Naruto's power attracted every female spirit in the shinobi world? If you enjoy then please like, share and do comments and also check t description to orignal creator of this beautiful creation. It does not work that way. And why not father? Asked the boy softly unwrapping covers that were carefully tucked around him. Son, our clan is a special one. Even though that sounds a bit biased. It is true. Because of that, in the times we live in, things are harder than what they used to be. I'm afraid. Why, father? Hm. You really are ever the one to want knowledge. Well, son, there are a few reasons as to why things are harder. In this world, there are those with power. Power beyond the dreams of others. Since that is so, others grow jealous of such a thing. But those with power are not alone as they usually have others with them who share that power. Yes, what I speak of are clan son. Some possess bloodlines, special powers, abilities passed from parent to child. These genetic inheritances grant unique abilities and physical traits not found anywhere else in the world, concluded the boy scholarly. Yes, that is right, my son. Now, some clans necessarily don't have to have a bloodline. They could also have a good skill or something unique. This is all good and what not for those individuals. But it is kind of one of the reasons that makes life harder for everyone on this planet. For most of these clans in this world have a skill, ability or bloodline that is potentially deadly. Though it is not just them. Those born into a clan can't help it and would not abandon their family. And those born with special powers can't help they were born as such. But there are some that just become powerful through training and become deadly for reasons admirable or not. Father, you're talking about the ninjas and the ninja clans and of their being itself or Rada. I speak of why we need to become what we must soon. Why we need to now adapt and evolve. Evolve for what the I see. Father, you want us to change for the changing world. You are truly bright, my son. Right now, as we speak, there is a war going on among clans. Countless numbers of clans. They are all fighting for one reason or another. Rather it be a past grudge or just an opportunistic measure, they are all at war. Why would anyone want to take the opportunity to kill someone else? The simple reason is money and power. It has taken a hold of many. No longer are the days of equality and treating others the way one want to be treated are here. They are long gone, leaving behind an ugly existence fueled by those who would take advantage to get ahead. The weak are targeted and the strong get stronger. Worse is that is just the way things are now. For a person to succeed, they have to be ambitious or conniving. Rare is the few who are honorable. This new system is in full swing, fueled by those who for their own ambition will hire a ninja or a ninja clan to do their bidding. And folly is those ninja who would do the bidding of lowly men just for money and prestige. Yet supporting yourself and family comes before one's own honor and morals. No, this can't really be the way of the world, gasped the boy, now gripping his father's hand, frightened. Tis, it is a world of hypocritical truths and a way of living that is now just survival. How could anyone survive in such a world? Through adaption, supplied the man with a sorrowful voice. The boy grumbled a bit mad now. Well, then can't you help those other people, father? You run the village. Surely you can help everyone else. A or Rada, that is harder than what you think. I may run a clan and village and try my best to protect both but to try to protect everyone. That is a task I fear impossible myself. Maybe another though could have much luck with it. Then then what if all of us as a clan and village try to help the world? Reasoned the boy, my caring little boy. You remind me so much of your mother. But allow me to tell you the history of our clan. One that may put us in favor of helping some but make us the envy of others. With this knowledge though you may succeed in your wild ambition, said the man gently. The Uzumaki clan, one that has its origins as distant relatives to the Senju clan of the forests, split from that clan many, many years ago. For reasons not known, all Uzumakis are characterized by the red hair, a trademark of the clan and their unique chakra. Though there is another reason that makes the well-known Uzumaki clan special. It is the Uzamaki's longevity to live a long life equipped with great and even rumored superhuman vitality. Except even their extremely long life pales in comparison to their mastery of the ceiling arts. So talented in seals, the Uzumaki clan is a recognized titan and only true masters in the art, leaving all others to struggle with seals like it's a new language. Able to make seals to do the most simplest to complicated tasks in the world. having even built seals capable to enforce wooden walls to become as hard as diamonds themselves and marketed to the public a product called the simple ceiling scroll giving others the ability to store items in a scroll depending on its size. The Uzumaki have made themselves a fixture in the world as well as a very wealthy clan through selling their one-of-a-kind ceiling scrolls and seals to many. And even with all their talent and blessings, they still were blessed with even more. A certain ability was prevalent in the red-headed clan. An ability the Yuzwanki called the Zanpakto, soul cutter soul. That is what they called it. But any being who had fought a Zanakuto wielding Uzumaki in battle in the outside world called it a weapon of pure death. They called it such for its uniqueness and most defying trait of the Uzumaki clan. The sword said by the clan itself was an extension of the wielder's soul and a part of them. Such statement was not believed until the weapon was made famous by three of the most strongest and famous of the Uzumaki clan as well as best wielders of their respective weapon. The first was Chinatu Uzumaki reported to be the first man to manifest a Zan Pakuto with said sword made famous by the astounding ability it had to cast water jutsu. Such an accomplishment would have meant nothing in the forming Uzumaki clan, which already all had natural water affinities. But it made all the difference when it was realized his water jutsu were stronger when cast with his sword and very much unmatched when Chinatu began casting jutsu without seals in techniques of levels that were soon thought of as myths. Next was a woman who became renowned in the clan that was starting to produce members with Zanakudos on a more stable basis. No longer once a generation, Emmy Uzuaki benefited the clan incredibly by her experiments, knowledge, and helping other Zanakudo wielders with her studies, leading to the exclusive Uzumaki knowledge, which she listed as follows. Tilda, the Zanakuto are part of their owner's soul. A Zanakudo cannot be replaced, though it will slowly regenerate if it is broken. It is generated by its wielder through solidification of their chakra into swords form. a process in which the voice of the sword guides its wielder. Tilda, a wielder, knows their Zanakuto spirit very closely and vice versa. The connection is very deep, though in the beginning the connection is one-sided with the wielder being unable to fully hear the spirit communicating with them. It is not uncommon for the introduction of the two wielder and Zanpakudo spirit to take place in the Zanakudo's world while the prospective wielder sleeps. Tilda. Every Zanpicudo has its own name as well. Mind and a body that controls their powers in a true form that resides inside their own inner world. Wielders are able to grow more powerful by communicating with them as they get to know their own Zanakuto's personality and mindset, which is commonly similar to its user, but is at times temperamental to how it was treated by its wielder. Through training with their sword spirit, the pair can each gain great power. as it's only with trust in a open channel between the pair will they grow to their true strength. Though this is better said than ever accomplished. Tilda Zanpakuto possess their own chakra which can be sensed as any chakra can and is identical to that of their wielder though with subtle differences. Zan Pakatu are born with the natural affinity of their bonded. It has been theorized Zanpac 2 cannot gain additional elemental affinities as their bonded could. Though it is suspected that some could have other powers different from the elements of their affinities themselves. Tilda, no matter what form or size a Zanakudo takes, it is always virtually effortless for its owner to wield because it is a part of its owner's soul. Wielders in touch and in training to master their weapons become conscious to keep their Zanakuto in a manageable size. Otherwise, they would be holding Zanakuto the sizes that reflect their amounts of chakra. Therefore, one cannot judge one's opponent's strength solely by the size of their Zanakudo. Tilda, all Zan Pakudo have two levels of release. The first one is Shikai, initial release, and the second one is Bankai, final release. If not in a released state, Zanakudo will be in a sealed state. Tilda, most Zanakudo look like regular katana with slight variations between them as one would expect between different swords. Their variations are commonly katana standard size moderately curved sword with a blade length of greater than 60 cm 23.6 in characterized by its distinctive appearance. A curved slender single-edged blade, a circular or squared guard, and a hilt long enough to accommodate two hands. Wakazashi. A short blade between 30 and 60 cm 12 and 24 in with an average of 50 cm 20 in. It is similar to but shorter than a katana. Nashi Odachi Zambado. Blade length of 30 in and higher. Hilt varied between 12 to 13 in 30 to 33 cm. Its cutting capability and range exceeds that of a katana due to its weight and size. Tanto short sword commonly referred to as a knife or dagger. The blade is single or double-edged with a length between 15 and 30 cm 6 to 12 in. Tilda the power of the sword truly relies in their released state. There are a known two but only one has been able to be extensively studied. Shikai or initial release is the second form or first upgraded form available to a Zanakudo. To activate it, the wielder needs to learn the name of their Zanakuto accomplished through training. In this form, the blade changes shape and gains special abilities by chanting a release incantation. Using the special phrase incantation, followed sometimes by the name of the Zanakudo activates Shikai. It is crucial to memorize each phrase as every Zanakudo has a different incantation. The commands vary between users and range from a simple imperative verb to a short poem. They often relate to the Zanakudo's signature ability or hint at the nature of it. The next release bank final release had not been able to be extensively studied as there was none a specimen to observe or test but from speculation the following has been recorded. Bankai final release is the second and final upgraded form of a Zanakudo. To achieve bankai, one must be able to materialize and subjugate their Zanakudo spirit. Materialization means the opposite of getting dragged into the Zanakuto's inner world. Instead, the wielder needs to summon the Zanakudo's spirit into the physical world. It has been concluded that there could be no possible way that a Shikai or Bankai's release hold entirely different types of power. Example being a Shikai with affinity for water will not suddenly in bank a fire type. Yes, Emmy Usuzamaki's knowledge had greatly benefited her clan, giving them knowledge of imaginable levels, as well as her death was a great blow to the clan, having lost such a genius mind. Though it was with the birth of Arata Uzuaki the first, 20 years after the death of Emmy, that the Uzuaki would have their foothold and reputation they acquired to this day as a clan of pacifists, but at times fearless warriors. Barada Usuzu Maki was among the rare few in the clan to have a Zanakuto, but of the first to acquire what was legend. The Bankai release speculated in years previously by the genius Emmy Uzumaki. It was beyond what was to ever be expected. With his astounding power, Arata was made head of the clan and brought it to its leaps and bounds into greatness. Alongside him, his Zakadu known and called by him as God Earth Spear. It was a sword of average length and seemingly dull if its brown blade was anything to go on. Yet, it was a weapon of power. For in its shikai state, the weapon was said to then morph into a gauntlet upon Arata's hand that became the fist that could split boulders into dust with ease. It was also with that weapon that Arata and the Uzumaki fought off several many enemies that had the clan's downfall and destruction in mind. And in time, Arata had led the Uzumu Mumaki to their homeland of Whirlpool, where he founded the Whirlpool village as a haven and isolated island from the strife of the world. Giving the Uzumaki clan a true home, they had a better chance to survive an assemblance of peace in the chaotic world. Even if the peace the Uzumakis had did not last for long, as many others thought to claim the large island as their own, seeing the value it had, especially because of its natural resources mineral-wise as well as food, would have to then pick up his sword and fight again, only to then rise in power to his legendary status. Then after many battles of fighting off invaders and even diplomatic missions of gathering a few select clans to the island who too were tired of the world's chaos, he performed an act that cemented him in history. With his bankai awakened now from its gauntlet form transformed to a giant axe. It was said Arata parted the seas around Whirlpool Island itself with a swipe of the axe to show the seabed and inscribed seals upon them to create many more turbulent rapids that now surround the island. In legend, after the enormous task, it was said he spoke the words, "May the chaos of this world be washed away by the whirlpools, never to penetrate this land." Amazing. Quote, was all the odd boy could say. The father looked over to his gawking son. He liked seeing the boy speechless at his heritage, but at the same time wanted him to know at least some of the heritage he was born into. The heritage of their clan, "Arata," the man called softly at the still gawking boy. The boy blinked a few times as if struck from a dream, but then frowned. Father, you and mom, you guys named me after that man, Arata, didn't you? No, we named you after my father, Arata II. He was a great man and son to Arata. The first sighed a tired sigh, gaining his father's interest. What is wrong, son? Father, you and everyone expects me to live up to such an expectation, don't you? The man smiled softly at his nervous son. No, son. It was truly just a tradition really. Although it really is just in honor of the great man who founded this land. Besides Arata, let us also clear this up too. You do not need a Zanakudo to be strong. You are strong not because of weapons but because of a necessity. That is something my grandfather told me. Yeah, but every UKI who had one was super powerful. Not true. As great blessings as they are, they are almost impossible to master and most never get one. Your mother herself spent over 10 years to master hers, but only got to shikai level before. Dot quote. The man stopped sadly, but looked at his son who head was hung too at the painful memory before he quickly continued. Well, I myself never got one, and it did not keep me back at all. The boy, as if realization hit him, announced, "You're right. I'll become strong on my own. Then I will show everyone always trying to kill each other isn't the way. I'll be like a superhero, like a first. Hopefully, son. Hopefully. The red-haired man bargained with a small smile as he tucked his son into bed. What is a fire technique's weakness? Ah, Dad, I know all this stuff already, whined the boy, looking to his father, who seemed to be better interested in the paperwork on his desk in front of him than helping his son progress. "Then what is it?" asked the man, setting down a crisp slip of paper in a new stack before then, after picking up another and reading it. Naturally, it would be water. Although depending on the strength of say fires usually submissive foot stool wind, it could be overcome by that too if strong enough. I know all this. You taught this to me months ago when we tested my affinity, complained the boy kicking at the sand at his feet. He wondered how his dad could be so cool to actually have an office on the beach. Then so lame as to do work instead of teach his son and have fun at said beach. And he calls himself a Uzumaki. Yet he resists the call of the waves, thought the boy looking at yet another wave that crashed onto the shore and was not played in by him and his father. "Tell me what is the basis of a water technique?" asked the man in an absent-minded draw. Orata looked back to his father and watched the man sign another piece of paper while paying him no real mind. A small mischievous thought developed in his head. A water jutsu. Hm. Well, it like all elemental jutsu is made from chakra. said chakra is usually manipulated. He began with a calm, steady voice as he walked slowly towards the shores edge by the user to control one of the most versatile of the five basic chakra natures. Water release techniques can not only change shape but state as well. Moreover, the water becomes more solid in the process as well. To do a water just U1 simply must use sufficient chakra through forming correct hand seals for a jutsu. With a steady calm, the boy looked at his unsuspecting father, then went through a few hand seals already known or one wishes to learn. With chakra channeled properly and water source readily available, the next thing to do is form the jutsu by pushing the chakra in the correct way into the substance. Arata felt the returning wavelap at his feet with a cold lick and make the sand grains beneath his toes become sludgier. He knew then his water source was available like so. Water release beached whale jutsu. With a smirk upon his face, Arata waited as he saw his father look over to him with a curious face. The red-headed Uzu Maki man sighed as he saw what his son had done. Behind the short boy, he saw the unmistakable forming water blob that now took on the appearance of a whale. Except this one, not as large as a real one, was still quite large, easily six feet in width. and who knew how long as it slowly jumped over his son and looked to be coming unmistakably directly towards his paperwork. "I can't<unk>t let you do that," he said to the whale who opened its gaping and watergushing mouth. Standing up, the man picked up his wooden chair, then threw it at the whale who crushed it in its mouth with a resounding chomp, then kept coming. "You clearly put a lot of chakra in this attack, son. It was nice while it lasted," congratulated the man in a dull voice as he heard his son giggle. The whale came closer to its target, letting out a loud moan as its real counterpart might have done, but it fell short as a earth wall rose into its path, stopping it dead in its tracks and turning it into a puddle onto the beach when it hit the thick rock. The red-headed man rose from the ground, dusting off his sandy hand that had been placed on the sand to summon the equalizer that fell the water beast. "Wait a minute!" yelled as he pointed with a threatening finger at his father. The man gave a confused look at his son's yell. You're not an earth nature user. Yelled the boy, kicking sand up into the air as he stomped his way over to his father. He then got to the man and poked at his muscled abs, not being tall enough to reach any higher with a finger that conveyed his disdain for not knowing what was going on. With a smirk, the man swatted away his son's hand that almost brushed against the black pattern of a overlapping star that spanned from his upper abdominal almost to his lower stomach where his son touched. Basics son simple basics. Basics asked Dada. Unsure water, fire, earth, lightning, wind. Those are the basic five elements and usually the basic chakra types of individuals. Except like I have been teaching you, they have their weaknesses and whatnot. Yet at the same time they have their versatility. It is like you said before, water is versatile. Where are we? asked the man, taking a string of his long hair from his eyes. A beach, but what does that have to do? Oh, cruned the boy. Exactly. The water source was already abundant. Sucked into many sand grains. Now creating what was a rock wall was simple manipulation. In this case, water and sand, which is essentially earth. The water carried the sand, then let it form to what I wanted. Seconds later, I drained the water and compacted the sand to what you saw. Whoa, Dad. That would be combination advanced nature manipulation. Then, spoke the boy astonished. With a reach to the simple tie that kept his red strands neatly brought together, the man pulled it, letting his hair pull around his face as he walked towards the ocean with a wave for his son to follow. Technically, yeah, that would be what it would be called. though what it really is is a mastery over one nature that has such versatility it infringes on another nature to begin manipulating it. Elemental natures can do that. I've never even heard of such a thing, replied Orura, looking up at his father. Hey, what elvinyear-old does know of advanced nature manipulation, let alone how to master it? Even if it is very obvious if you know the basics. What if it was basic? Why is it called advanced? Countered the boy. Because knowing the basics actually makes the advanced stuff very easier. Knowing that earth is stronger than water but can be swept away by a big enough current is good to know. Though understanding what makes each nature what it truly is is what is really advanced. That is just too awe shouted the boy as he was thrown into the ocean by his father suddenly. A yesas last lesson of the day. Don't try to make water whales eat my paperwork yelled the man before jumping into the crystallin water. Two weeks passed. I just don't have the time, son. Apologized the man with a frown. But you have been teaching me all this time before, murmured the boy, dropping the fork in his plate, his appetite having left him. The older man cringed at the sound of the metal fork ringing out a loud clang upon the dish. He could tell that his son's wish to be taught directly by him probably had rung louder than that clanging sound. Son, I just have too many responsibilities at the moment. Between the village and planning, I barely have time to do anything else. Me teaching you in spare time would damage your development. I mean, look at it this way. At least you will get a cool trainer to teach you stuff. Encouraged the man with a smile. Or blanched at that prospect. That isn't cool. Haruo even told me that all his trainer does is make him do a bunch of practicing and won't even let him use his Zampudo. There is no way someone like that is going to teach me. The Uzu Maki head exhaled tiredly. He was a bit annoyed at how his son could be so disagreeing. Though that was how he knew his only child was and got even more so as he realized just not conforming to someone's way he would get his own. Idea of this possibly being developed in him due to his social status of being a clan head and village leader son ran through his mind but was squashed. rebellious nature was most likely just a part of his personality and it showed in what he did on a daily basis and in his friends like Haruo. Ah yes, Rata's best friend and official tag along Troublemaker Haruo. Those two together were no good at all and best kept separate. It was hard to do so since they were from the same clan and distant cousins but necessary as two boys of the same age and one naturally mischievous while another who was usually cold as ice and mannerisms to pretty much everything he did unless his friend was around proved trouble again and again. Though Haruo under Arata's influence could prove much more trouble since he had awoken his Zanakuto at such a young age. Something Arata had not done and something he was sure Haruo as a friend would try to help Arata do or worse. let him wield his sword, which would only let loose disaster. Seeing as how truly dangerous Haruo<unk>'s Zanakuto was, and it being hailed one of the most dangerous weapons in the country, he would have to think fast on how to stop his son from not wanting to be taught by a capable teacher who might instill some calm into him. "Dad, if these trainers don't even let people use their Zanakudo, how when I awaken mine, will I be able to get stronger?" "Arada, you don't have a Zanakudo yet." injected the boy. So you should just continue to train. Besides Arada, it is a privilege to be trained by one of the warriors of this clan. Then I don't want to. Not if they are going to boss me around, decided the boy. The older Uzumaki was not impressed nor surprised at the deceleration. All right then. Don't be taught. Fall behind your fellow kinsmen in skill then embarrassed the Uzumaki name. I'm sure won't nobody care. Well, maybe the elders might. You know how they like to lecture, so you may have to hear them go on and on about your duties for a few years, but it'll end probably around the time they just give up on you. Take your title as heir and give it to someone else. Though you won't, crumbled in his resolve. All right, I'll let a trainer teach me, but only under one condition. With a smile, the red-headed man asked. Yes, I can move to another trainer if I want. Orda, there are only so many available senior warriors that want to teach or even have the time for it. So going through them guy by guy would be too wasteful. Plus playing around with time and your development is no joke. That is my final offer, said the boy with a serious voice. All right, Arata, but no, if you mess this up, it is on your shoulders, son, replied the man picking his fork up, but set it back down. For some reason, he knew he had made a bad deal and it just was not sitting right. One month passed. Thank you anyway, Ginko San. You're welcome, sir. I tried, but he is just dot trailed off the armored man with a clenched jaw. The man looked over to his son who glared at the red-headed man who burst into a spiral of water that soon disappeared, not leaving a trace behind. That was the fourth one, Arata. Maybe I was not clear. Find a trainer, get along with them, or be a civilian, spoke the Uzumaki man in an annoyed voice. Arata looked up at his father with a bored look on his face. He then looked back towards the training lake. that was one of many in the Uzumaki compound. He was a bastard. He kept trying to compare me to you or mom. The older man's face softened at the last word as he walked over to his son and lay a hand on the boy's shoulder. Arada, I'm sorry about her, but we have to move on. You can't get mad over that anymore. You have to be strong. Well, stronger for yourself, the village and clan, and if not for them, then for her, too. She wouldn't want you doing what you are doing now. All right. Anyway, it does not matter now cuz I know a senior warrior who trains now, spoke the boy with vigor. Who would that be? Shuji Usuzuaki, wielder of kamicazi or god wind, answered with a wide smirk. A frown marred the face of the Uzumaki head. So you all this time wanted a Zanakudo wielder to teach you? Orda, I just hope you at least make sure it was worth passing by decent candidates to get to him. It will be. Watch when I get my own Xan Pakuto, said the boy with glee, looking up to his father. I hope so, was all the father could say back to the child. You're getting more and more difficult. The same back at ya. The man reached down and slowly dragged the younger boy up from the small pond he had entrenched himself waist deep in. Pulling the boy up from the murky water, then dragging him over the surface of the water as he walked a top of the rippling surface via chakra to his feet. He ignored the grumbling boy he dragged until he was back to land, then plopped the boy down upon the hard ground. "Ow!" yelled the boy, looking up to the large man who was his latest caretaker. The man stared down at the boy before suddenly taking off his shirt to show a body littered with scars and old wounds that healed but left a collage of terrifying looking marks that made one wonder how he ever survived such injuries. The boy looked odd. Cool. The man ran his hand through his short, scruffy red hair in annoyance. Not cool. These scars are all my shortcomings. Times when I should have dodged or missed, or better yet, not been so clumsy. You don't want things like these, Arata. They aren't cool. This is also what will happen to you if you don't stop fooling around. And believe me, boy, you might not survive as many times as me. Arata shook his head standing, then tried to brush mud off his training clothes of simple pants and a shirt. They are cool. Besides that one, he stopped talking to point to a particular scar that was neatly curving over the man's heart and down to his stomach. That one I heard you got in a battle with a kagaya, smiled the boy. Stupid boy, how do you know of that? Asked the man a bit interested. Arada clicked his tongue in a condescending manner. Come on, Shuji sensei. You know who my dad is. Of course, I know some things. You little brat. Stay out of Uzu Maki Sama's paperwork or else he might finally discipline your pesky butt, warned the man sternly. Oh, I'm so scared, smirked. Shuji rolled his eyes. Yeah, we will see if you say that to his face. Nope, we know you won't. Now explain to me what went wrong with that jutsu. Tapped his chin in a thinking pose, then suddenly snapped his finger and looked at Shuji. I know you are a bad teacher. Why, you little brat? It is not that. It is because you channeled your chakra wrongly. TCH, your father said you were smart and at least adept in following orders. Seems he was just being biased. What old man? I am smart. You are just bad at teaching. Not like my dad. He is a great teacher. I wish he wasn't so busy. So, so he would teach me. Yes, you have said that exactly 5,000 times since the day I first took over your instruction. And like I told you since day one, shut the [ __ ] up with that [ __ ] Shuji commanded a bit mad. Arata said nothing but crossed his arms with a glare. Shuji was unaffected. Although he felt a tiny bit of killing intent coming from the boy. It didn't scare him at all. Also, boy, I'm 21. I am not old. To 11year-old, I might be. But then a 11year-old who cannot even do the water release. Hiding in water technique without getting stuck in the mud. A not too bright one, I might add, may think 21 is old, taunted the man. The little spark of killing intent increased just slightly, but it was still pitiful to Shuji, a veteran warrior. Without any trepidation, the red-head man jumped, then did a mid-air back flip onto the surface of the water where he stood. He then waited for his student to grudgingly look towards him before he did a hand seal. Tucking his fingers and then putting both his hands together, he faced them down. This is the hand sign bore. This allows you to channel chakra properly, but you still need to press the right amount into the hand sign as well as from your chakra pool. You got a strong water nature. So, a technique like this you could do without a seal in no time. Now, watch. The young Uzu Maki viewed his sensei slowly submerge into the murky pond. His legs disappearing, then his waist, and finally his whole body. Arata saw the technique and could understand its direct use was for stealth, but at the same time saw what it really was. A supplementary technique with the ability to hide oneself in water, no matter its small or large size. A jutsu that was very versatile, something he could do within his repertoire. Seconds passed till Shuji emerged at the end of the pond with not a drop on him as he stepped onto land. That is how you perform this jutsu. Now you interrupted quickly. I know how to do it. My father already taught me a lot. What do you mean you know it? Gripped the man angrily at having his time wasted. You pretended you don't to annoy me. The boy nodded but quickly said, "I wanted to see how long. How long? What? How long you would put up with me? You know you're my longest lasting tutor." Concluded the boy in a satisfied tone. Shuji picked up his shirt, then put it back on. Looking over to his student, he spoke. I'm tired of your mind games. You're one annoying brat. Have fun with another tutor. I quit. Wait, don't you want began the boy? No, I know why you kept going through tutors to get to me. You like everyone else wants to know how to manifest a Zanakudo. You I can tell have one, but I won't tell you how to get it. And I won't tell you why either. Orda's eyes widened before he raced up to the tall man, then stood in front of him, blocking his path. What do you mean you won't tell me how to activate my Zanakuto? He yelled. Shuji rolled his eyes. Look at you angry child. Tch get away from me. No, not until you tell me how to get my Zanak 2. Besides, if I have one, wouldn't that make everyone stronger? By you not helping me, you are weakening the clan and village, reasoned the boy soundly. No, I am not playing by your game. You see, I knew of your whole charade since day one. I am well aware of your want. I always have been. The only reason I stuck around so long was as a last favor to your mother. Though with that done and seeing how you're just an ambitious little prick, I will be going now. With his words said, Shuji walked past a stunned Arata and up a dirt path. You knew my mom? asked Ara lowly not moving. The man stopped as he heard the fear and curiosity in the boy's voice. He turned and looked at the red-headed youth. Yeah, I knew her. Dot. Then why won't you teach me to have a Zan Pakudo like her? Shuji sighed. Because Zan Pakuto are not what you think they are. She said that to me. Yeah, she sure did many years ago when she was my tutor. Why your tutor? Yeah, my tutor. Yes, your mom taught me. Then you should teach me, demanded the boy a bit on edge. What? To awaken? No, to be as great as her, he demanded looking up at the red-haired man with a burning passion. Shuji snorted unimpressed. I can see now you still believe that she was great because of her zanpakudo but truth was she was just a moving person she just had a way about her a certain aura that welcomed people something that you have in opposite way dot quote I don't want to be her I want to be great like she was except better a lot better I have a dream you know and it is to see one day a world without so much death where people don't kill each other spoke the boy dreily a world without deaths or a world where your mom didn't die by the blade of a cany from enemy. If that is your answer, then know it is a stupid reason. Living in the past will get you nothing. Especially chasing dreams that even your kind mother would have called foolish. Summed Shuji bored. Arata, angrily frustrated, charged at Shuji with a fist. Shuji took the fist to his jaw and didn't budge at the impact. Feel better? Hn you want a world without deaths yet you get to be violent? What a hypocritical thing. How about you just stick to reality? Little dreamer. Orata stepped back with his fist now held in his other hand. I am sorry. I don't know what came over me. You got mad at me saying your mother wouldn't have believed in your flimsy dream. Then you hit me. That is what has come over you. The same thing that probably came over the person that killed your mom. A sense to do what you wanted. A angry feeling of triumph tainted in frustration. Why? Why do you keep speaking about her? so harshly. I thought you said she was your teacher. How dare you disrespect her memory? He yelled, balling his fist up about to lash out again. Idiot boy. I speak of the details surrounding her death. Her killer, what he felt, not her. I have nothing but respect for her. But I, as everyone else who knew her, knew she died a death not fitting of someone like her. But then again, who does these days? Arata did not know what to say. Shuji had stumped him. The older man's cool and laid-back attitude made him angry, but his calm and collective aura made him feel foolish at the same time for challenging such a level-headed being. He didn't know what to say anymore or what to do. His once great plan to get the man to teach him to manifest a Zanakudo after making the man realized to get out of teaching him that would be the price had failed. And now he was being lectured about the death of his precious mother. Yet could not make the person shut up about it. Just leave already. I don't want to hear anymore. The boy yelled angrily. All right, boy. Just leave me alone and the next time you pick a tutor and see my name on the roster, have your father pick another. I'm not good at teaching heartbroken. Grieving brats, Arata turned swiftly, then walked away. His anger at levels he had never thought possible. His will telling him to kill Shuji, but his mind screamed at him he could not take on the veteran. So he walked away and kept going till he heard, "Your mother would be ashamed." spoke Shuji with a sigh, watching the trembling boy walk away before he himself went back to his own walk. I'm going to kill you, Shuji, screamed the boy, charging the veteran with abandon. Shuji looked over his shoulder at the charging boy. Hm. He has [clears throat] his mother's anger, but none of her grace. The Uzumaki boy got closer to his sensei and leapt into the air and spun, aiming to land an ax kick upon the older man's head. In the veteran's hand, in speed that could not be measured appeared what was only known to be wielded by a few of the strongest Uzumaki ever to live. The white scabboued katana with a blue cross-shaped guard glistened elegantly in the strong hand before being swung into the air, then brought down swiftly upon a red-headed boy who crashed to the ground, cratering it. Shuji looked at the unconscious boy below him, then cursed loudly, "Motherfucker! How is that even possible?" His light blue eyes had viewed now in materialized form and laying across the chest of Arata. A 3 ft long with a slight curve, black shiny scabbard, no marks or blemishes without guard katana. He can't have that. He was supposed to pass the trial. No way he could ever pass that, especially since his trial would have no doubt been a test of him getting over his mother's death. Something the little bastard would never be able to. Unless Kamicazi, what do you think? A soft voice spoke from the sword in his hand. Is it not obvious, Shuji Kun? The boy's Xanpakudo. It is not normal. I can sense it. It's<unk> bloodthirsty. Arata san was going to kill you and it liked that. I think that was the true test. Yes, it must have been a test to see if Arata was able to make someone else feel his pain. Shuji Kun, I think this does not bode well for the future, concluded the soft voice. Shuji looked down to his sword. No, I don't think it does. Kamicazi Orata, stop that. But Dad, I read that one has to be nice to their Zan Pakuto or else it might be mad at them. I know that son, but not at the dinner table. The boy with a smile that had been cemented on his face for quite some time now. Stopped his ministrations of running a fancy cloth dipped in expensive oil up and down his sheathed katana. Putting the cloth down beside the bowl of oil on the table, he then took the sword from his lap and sat the katana down against his chair with much care as he watched an almost unnatural gleam appear on the slick jet black surface of the sword. His sword. The older red-headed man looked to the sword beside his son's chair. He shook his head at the gleaming weapon that somehow cast another gleam without a sufficient source of light. How the hell does it do that? Must be a damn soul sword thing coming from his wondering thoughts. The man then remembered why he had set up this elaborate dinner with table filled with food of sorts. He with a smile looked to his right to see a red-headed man that looked like most of the hardline warriors of their clan. A stern back as he sat in the chair, discipline that radiated off of him with a sense of refined power. Except this one being had a more calm disposition, such as so it showed slightly in his posture, but not as much in his light green eyes that eyed the food before him with disinterest. "Shuji, you're still so carefree." "All right, everyone, eat up before it gets old," encouraged the man. Orata needed no more invitation as he greedily began shoveling mouthfuls of rice and fish into his mouth, barely taking time to chew his food before swallowing. The clan head himself was much more refined as he used his chopsticks to sample a few dishes in front of him. Shuji though did not eagerly touch his meal. He would have to admit that the food in front of him, lobster cakes with tempura and skewered grilled chicken, was a bit too fancy to him. Besides the fact of the sounds to his right of food being inhaled at a god-awful rate, was messing with his appetite. The sound of a throat being cleared was heard at the head of the table making all look at the Uzumaki head. Dad, are you choking? Inquired Arata about to help his father. The man gave a soft laugh. No son, I am fine. I just wanted everyone's attention. Nothing like some dinner talk. The boy shrugged before he went back to his fourth dish of rice. So, Shuji San<unk>s get down to the real reason I invited you here. I knew this was coming, muttered the man unsurprised. About 3 months ago, I learned of your refusal to no longer teach my son. I know of how difficult he could be. So I when I found out told him to apologize for any offenses he may have made against you. Now the next day I see my son has awoken his Zakudo. That is a um great occurrence. So I had thought you two had made up but I then learned when my schedule cleared up that my son in fact was still no longer under your care. This I find very upsetting. So I would like to request you begin teaching my son again. While I adore the idea of teaching this boy. He is. Shuji looked to the boy who was sucking fiercely upon a bowl of soup without a care in the world before he continued his explanation. I just don't feel we have a compatible teacher student relationship, explained the man in his calm, bored voice. Surely you two just need time. With him having awakened his soul sword, he needs you, Shuji San. No one else has your skill with the Zanakudo. Plus, he is just rough around the edges, but very smart. If you don't do this for the sake of raising another great warrior, then please do this as a favor to me. Shuji looked at the man that was quite simply his leader and boss. As in the Uzu Maki clan structure, there was the regular members, usually married in or born in or even rarely inducted in. Then there was the warriors, each trained and ready to fight with varying skills from the simple medical ninja, which was few to the ceiling expert, which was plenty. Followed by that class of warriors, there was the more elite expert class of warriors known as the senior warriors. Each of that class having exceptional skills and usually de facto group leaders in battles as well as trainers who took apprentices. They were sort of the backbone of the clan. Followed by them was the honored elder council whose power, influence, and skill renowned as very plentiful since the Uzumaki longevity allowed for long lives. Meaning when Uzuzuaki was an elder, they were no doubt at least pushing over 130 years of being alive. They were only second in overall power to the clan head. The man who was the most rounded of the clan as well as skilled by standards of a varian kind. As anyone pure-blooded of the Uzumaki clan could be clan head initially, but as what had been for the last many years, the clan head had been a descendant of Arata the first. Shuji knew all this well, as well as he, a senior warrior, was more inclined to listen to this man than any other member of the clan. Only because as a senior warrior, he had a certain reputation to upkeep. And there was an inspoken rule that the clansmen of such a high rank could never refuse order, request, or anything, the clan head said. Even if it was said in a nice or flippant manner, it was to be taken as a order. So strict was that belief, he knew if it were to get out, he did not willingly train the clan heads. Banishment would soon be a great possibility, even if he, a rare Zan Pakuto wielder, and the top warrior of the clan was the one to refuse. He looked to the boy. The boy tilted his bowl slightly just to see over its brim before giving the man a wink, then continuing to drink the bull's contents. The little bastard knew of this damn mind games and politics. thought the relaxed man with disdain. He had figured just passing the boy off by making him realize he was not going to teach him anything of the Zanakudo type would make the boy leave him alone. And the idea was cemented by their last falling out ending with him knocking the boy unconscious and going about his day. He thought the boy and him was done. Yet that was far from the case. The boy was backing up to his old tricks. He wondered if the boy's father knew what type of weird, manipulative kid he was raising. In his life, he knew weird meant very dangerous, even if the kid did not know it. But for one thing, he knew for sure he did not want to teach a weird kid. One that was volatile if provoked, carefree, stupid, yet very smart at the same time. There could be no easy way to tame the kid or refine him into the traditional Uzu Maki warrior. The boy was again just too weird. Eyes trailing back to a kindly smiling leader. Shuji spoke. Sir, I am quite busy. Arata interrupted the man. Hey Shuji, aren't you a cool senior warrior of the clan? Yes, was the short abrupt answer. Then aren't you loyal to the clan? Huh? said the boy suspiciously. The clan head as if just realized hurriedly spoke. Marada you will not manipulate people through politics and clan binding. Now go to your room," commanded the man with a serious disappointed voice. Arata wordlessly picked up his sword and with a bow to his father left the room. The disappointed man looked to a slightly surprised Shuji. "I apologize for his behavior. I can't believe he would try to blackmail you like that," spoke the man with a regretful voice. "Do not apologize, sir. He is just a kid who wants his way. I know, but I fear it is more than that. You see, I know how my son is. He can be spontaneously genius yet quite idiotic. That is something which is unbalanced and he will only get worse. I know that the Zanakudo can talk to their wielders. This worries me greatly as my wife. She informed me that the legend is true. Those swords are real direct mirrors of the soul with minds. You could help him greatly. Stated the man looking down with his hands clasped before his head. Shuji sighed as he understood his leaders and spoken words. He knew he would be forced to speak them out loud because his leader could not speak such words about his son. You believe that his nature, mostly his childlike, devious nature with his astonishing growing mind would be shown in his sword, that his sword will start to influence him in a way that would lead him down a bad path. Minutes passed intense silence. Then a full 10 minutes passed and Shuji began to think he should have never spoken. But the silence was broken. Yes, he needs to be guided. Shuji San, he listens to me and respects and loves me as his father. But Shuji San, you would understand him more. I know he is but a child with a weapon of great power, a living weapon with its own mind. I know of the possibilities and dangers that could happen, he could be overcome by the sword's own personality. And if that sword's true personality be a bit psychotic. I don't want that for my son. The red-haired warrior looked to his leader and frowned. He didn't want to, but he knew he had to. All right, sir. I will take your son on as my apprentice. Thank you, Shuji San. I'm in your debt. Orda could not say he was happy lately. Yeah, he had gotten his way on one of his most important goals and now for the last two years had one of the strongest men in the clan and even village teaching him. He was still not satisfied. The reason being of two problems. One, his sword did not talk to him like the legends had said it would. It was supposed to be talking to him and making a bond with him so that the both of them could get stronger. Yet no words came from the sword that was now just a regular weapon. That then lead to his second problem. He was walking calmly and confidently out of the large mansion of the the head of the clan out into the courtyard of the compound. Immediately his senses were assaulted by the smell of the many fountains in the courtyard. All of which were filled with seaater pumped from the coast that was but a few yards away in the opposite direction. The beautiful whirlpool swirled fountains were great to look at, but truth was they were part of the defense of the village and clan as a ready source of water for the Uzumaki clan known water users. Water was much needed for the ones who could not turn their chakra into the precious liquid or preferred to conserve chakra through just using natural water. Walking past the giant fountains and up towards the large gate of the compound that was visible, he saw along his way other houses and red-headed people like him. He got many waves and boughs from his fellow clan members and returned them with a wave himself. Soon he was to the large gates of his clan compound and saw the two gate guards. They were a great contrast to the other Uzumaki kinsmen he had seen before getting to this checkpoint. Unlike the others, they were armored in dark blue chest plate, arm, and leg plates with black bodysuits underneath. Armed with nagonata, they held at their sides. He was quite familiar with his clansmen of this type. They were of the warrior class. One of the stone-faced men turned to him. His armor gave shallow clinks as he did. He stood proudly and showed on his chest a whirlpool emblem of a spiral, the insignia of the village and clan. The man gave a deep bow to show his respect with his fellow gateguard doing the same too. Do they always have to do this? He thought feeling a bit shy at the warriors always giving him a ridiculous amount of respect just because he was the ruling clan head's son and because of his second problem. The man rose then smiled at the young boy as he measured him up and down with skilled eyes. He saw the boy dressed in dark blue sandals, pants, and a white long-sleeved shirt, looking ordinary and almost civilian-like, especially with his short shoulderlength red hair. But that was not what he was looking for. But he soon spotted it. In a black strap that was covered in red Whirlpool symbols held diagonally upon the boy's back, was the black sword the man hoped to one day see in action for himself, as rumors was he heard it gave the boy great power. Orata sama, I see you have your Zan Pakuto with you today. Out to do anything special, sir? The boy reacted with indifference at the question? He could tell the man was more interested in what he would do for the clan and village. Not so much about what he would be doing for his day. And that was his second problem. People were starting to see his title and sword. Not him. I'll be going on some sort of mission today, he replied, walking backwards past the man, not turning his back on the man. Trying not to be rude. The man smiled as his partner continued to size the boy up, appraising his worth. "Well, good luck then, sir, though I doubt you will need it." Or nodded at the two men, then quickly went into a sprint. He took to the rooftops with a leap, as he did not want to have another conversation with the proud folks of his village. He ran over sections of the village with a moderate pace. as he surveyed the place. Behind him was the Uzu Maki clan compound, a place where most of the red-headed folks lived happily with their family and near the coast. Surrounded by a wall adorned with spirals like the whole village was, except theirs was a bit more special, as it kept out even more unwanted prying eyes, as the Uzumaki clan was very secretive and needed to be with their many hidden arts as well as renowned skills. Though they did interact with everyone else in the village, they still remained just slightly isolated out of necessity, not conceitedness. A little ways from their clan compound passed the many small parks with ponds that littered the village towards the center that had a large river, and it was where most of the civilians of the village resided. Within their residential area with their many stores and schools, it was also where the center of town was and where the architectural icon of the village was. A giant blue spiraling glass building that was in the shape of a spiraling vortex sprung high up into the air. Being the largest structure in the village and the administration building of the village as well as its most beautiful one, it was the hub of attention of the village. And its size proved it. Being even bigger than the faroff in the horizon on the other side of the village Fuma clan's giant four-pointed shuriken that served as the clan symbol and monument, which was even visible in the distance, was dwarfed. Though then again, they were the only thing visible in the distance of the east section of the village where the other clans lived. Well, except for the Tamokco clan that was samuraiike and lived on the sides of the mountains. They were the farthest away clan, but still within the village's wall. Arata jumped down with a flip to curve his momentum as he landed in front of the giant spiraling building and between a bunch of people who gave him adoring smiles or a bow before going about their day. Passing by the guards of the building, he entered the double glass doors with a nod to the men, then walked into the large first level of the building. It was covered with many paintings of the forefathers of the village. Those who helped build it from the assorted clans that had come together to make the village. Even paintings of what the once small Uzuaki only village looked like from a time long ago adorned the wall of course beside a much bigger painting of the village that was now. After a walk down the hall, he came to a giant emblem that was split. It was the Whirlpool crest and was split in two, while in the center was a pair of guards who blocked the stairway behind them. He approached them getting a nod as they moved aside to allow him entry to the stairway that lead to the next level and his destination. Stepping into the stairway, he was not at all surprised as the crest behind him slid close, and he turned to view one of Whirlpool's hidden phenomenons. Seconds passed and the staircase behind him disappeared to show that it was never actually there. Just a high-level genjutsu covering a steel spiral engraved wall. Before long, Arata felt like he was moving but stayed calm as he waited for the room to open. It did moments later. Then he was to his next destination as he stepped out of the small room and was in a place he had been to on some occasions, but not many. In the room were seats which was where the most influential and powerful people of the Whirlpool village would sit. Well, they were not all there as their seats were empty, but the head of the village was there as he sat at a long U-shaped desk that was almost identical to the other smaller but still U-shaped desk inside of the room. Only difference from the others that held symbols of the other clans was it held a red whirlpool symbol in the center that was accompanied by a smaller whirlpool symbol surrounded by a four-pointed shuriken, a white moon with sword underneath, and finally a segmented human-shaped figure. Those were the symbols of the Uzumaki, Fuma, Tamoko, and Rioan clan, which each was shown separate on the other desks. Glad you made it, son. welcomed the man seeing his son come into the bright room that was surrounded in light provided from the panoramic windows that surrounded the office. "Yeah, I'm here," he replied back, walking up to the man's desk and looking over his father's shoulder to see out of the window down at the village. Everything looks so much smaller from up here. He thought, wondering how high up he might be, but knew he was on the top floor. Arata turned his head quickly as he heard splashes of water and plumes of white smoke erupt from behind him. He saw that his sensei Shuji had arrived alongside two other people he did not want to see ever. Good afternoon Uzuzu Maki sama spoke Shuji as he bowed to his leader then nodded to his apprentice. The other two beings who had entered the room spoke in unison as they had dressed with their matching black hair tied in ponytails mesh armor that held up a large four-pointed shuriken on their back covered in stars and matching black pants equipped with pouches with black sandals. Good day. Usuzu Maki sama Shuji San and baby Uzu Maki spoke the pair with matching smirks. Orata looked at the two twins with distaste. He hated them. They were always making fun of him. And worse was since they were actual twins and acted alike, they made fun of him double time. Your disgraces to your clan," muttered the boy, trying to take a cheap shot at the pair, but knew they were completely opposite of what he had said, which only infuriated him all the more. ignoring his son's statement, the village head spoke, "Hello, Shuji, Jirro, and Hero. Now, let's get down to business. There is a mission request that has been made from one of the citizens of our nation." The man stopped talking for a moment as he reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a scroll, then tossed it over to Shuji, who caught it. Now, normally we don't interact with the outside world, but it is necessary in this case as it is very important. Due to security reasons, I can only tell you this much. You guys will be the only ones going on this mission. There will be no backup and it is highly dangerous. You have all been chosen for your selected skills. I am sure you all will complete this mission, concluded the man seriously. Arata's heart dropped into his stomach. Oh, shoot. It can't be that serious. Shuji nodded at his leader as well did the twins who had gotten serious at the man's words. "Your clan head has allowed me authority over you too, as in proceeding with the village's founding pact." "So Jiro and Hiro, I ask that you take orders for this mission from Shuji," spoke the man cautiously. "He was fully aware of his position in the village. The two 19year-old men in front of him were in fact not under his command, and he had no true authority over them. Yeah, he may be the official village leader, but his authority only extended as far as him being able to police the village, deal in enforcing mutual laws of the village, taking and sorting out requests for the village to do missions and a bunch of other seemingly powerful responsibilities, but none over the clans themselves. as the clans having been recruited into the village after some time and contrary to people's belief they had not always been a part of the village having only been brought to it by a rod of the first over 5 years after the village's founding and when they had been brought to the village they of course made a pack to protect the country and village except it was never really decided how they efficiently would do so because at the time everyone just simply followed Arata the first lead without question seeing his leadership as unquestionable and him a unifying entity Although now things were way different, the village leader was less powerful. The clans no longer were facing imminent threats, at least not like before, and the pact had never been remolded or changed upon, showing the holes that were in their system. Sumearily, the village head was a sort of a figurehead, not being able to mobilize his men who belonged to their clan without consulting with the clan first, which he of course always had to consult with the clan heads. Hence why there were desks in his office for the clan heads themselves. This of course he had to do as the pay on missions he deliberated were large and consulting with the clan heads to loan out their kinsmen into completing missions was too lucrative to pass up. Of course the clans overall were financially balanced with them having skills they used to provide services. But the pay for a mission was much higher for the clans and very necessary when it came to building trust. as the village leader usually made sure more than one clansman of a different clan was chosen for their skills and to benefit said clan instead of the village head just sending his own clansmen on the mission and keeping the profits. This way of doing things did have their upside as it did build a lot of mutual trust and provided the clans with more money as well as village from taxing missions and the village itself from completing dangerous missions for its country's citizens. Yet it did show how divided as a village they truly were. Jiro spoke with seriousness for him and his brother. Sir, I must ask. Um, how much will this, you know, benefit the Fuma clan. Arata III expected the young man in front of him to ask such a question, and he did not hold it against him, as it was not a requirement to take on a mission, and was totally voluntary. Plus, it was not the first time he was ever questioned of the benefit a mission would provide. I went over the certain benefits with your head. He told me that he would inform you of such later on, but I will say it benefits you greatly. The twins simultaneously nodded. All right then, they said in unison. Well, I will leave this up to Shuji, who has been pre-informed to lead and complete this mission. Also, sector 14 is open for your departure. Better go quickly before the whirlpool reforms. All nodded. Then each hurriedly left via their own traveling trick except Arda who had to stand beside Shuji who made the pair disappear in a vortex of water. Day later at sea, the blue waves twinkled in the bright sunlight swaying a small ship smoothly in its caress, providing a journey that was almost enjoyable. Almost. Ha haha. The two men laughed dually. Orata glared at the pair as he sat at the bow of the ship. God, how he hated those two and their annoying unison. Shut up, you twin sacks of crap. He yelled at the still laughing duo. Jirro presumably continued laughing as his brother spoke, "It's okay, baby Uzuaki. You'll go through puberty one day and become a man. But then again, if that does not happen, you could always change your name to Sarata. Marry a nice blind man and live happily ever after." Or was fuming. This whole trip had started out all wrong. First, the twin Fuma brothers were there. Second, they kept making fun of him so-called not being a man. Pe off the side of a damn boat, and everyone takes a good dang look. The boy thought still all but frothing at the mouth at the insult to his lack thereof of certain hair. I mean, I knew babies were smooth, but not that smooth. Haha. Laughed the man falling into fits of laughter with his brother. The young Uzu Maki looked up and over his shoulder to the mast of the ship. He could see his sensei all the way up the mast, sticking to it by chakra and enjoying the breeze of the sea. For once, he had wished he had a sensei that was not so carefree and would possibly murder those who annoyed him. Yep, that would never happen. Glaring back over to his two tormentors, he yelled out loud, "I won't<unk>t stand for your mocking me. Prepare for a duel." At the sound of duel, all heads looked to the youngwanky. And the laughing ceased as smirks appeared on the Fuma twins faces and a frown on Shuji's. All right, little girl. I'll fight y. Haha, watch this. Jirro, proclaimed Hero as he stood confidently in front of a stone stillill. Or Arata. Orata stayed still as he looked menacingly into the brown eyes of his opponent. Hero smirked at his challenger. He could not hope for a much better of opponent, only for two reasons. Those being he was sure Rada would be a tough opponent and secondly he was getting bored. Picking on people was fun but after a while tiring. Do not use njutsu warned suji from above the three. The young uza maki's head dropped at the words. He was soon rethinking his challenge if his arsenal was going to be so hampered when going against a sure taijutsu and weapons expert. As was common from the Fuma clan, but then again they were known for their njutsu too. What? Looking to see if your balls finally dropped, taunted Hero with a smirk, seeing the boy's head looking down. Arata quickly looked back up and glared at the man with intensity, then let loose a flow of killing intent. Shuji from above felt the intensity of the killing intent and nodded a bit in appreciation. Yes, his student had grown in such a little bit of time. Two years of training had done a wonder to the tough kid and made him more of a warrior. Well, at least in skill, not personality. Hiro felt the sudden intent and was a bit shook by it. He did not know the boy had such a deathly way about him. Not even his own will to kill someone was able to be felt at this level. Grabbing the giant shuriken from his back, the man swung it with ease as he threw it towards the standing boy. The fastmoving projectile hit Arda and went through him as the boy went up in dissolving splash of water to show he was but a clone. Hero turned his head as he kept an arm outstretched to grab onto the returning shuriken that was like a boomerang. His eyes scanned around for the young boy. He even ignored how the water clone was a njutsu to keep the battle going. Seconds passed of hero scanning around to figure out where the boy had gone before he began to think maybe the boy had taken to the sea. Walking close to the bow of the ship, he immediately jumped as he heard even over the waves of the sea a drop of water on the wooden deck of the ship. As his body turned, he saw what he had once missed. Orata was playing dirty, having used another njutsu, and had submersed himself inside of the water puddle provided by his destroyed water clone. Having dodged the leg sweep from the red head, he struck out with a leg himself, trying to kick the boy in the head. The kick was blocked as the boy caught his heel, then flipped both of them. Hero on his stomach growled as he struck out with the giant shuriken in his hand, aiming to shallowly cut the boy across the chest. The large weapon made Arata lean backwards then back flip away to safety. That only lasted for a second as the large weapon was thrown speedily towards him and he dodged with a jump but soon after quickly went for a split as he heard the faint hum of the blade as it cut through air and returned in its boomerang fashion back to hero. A substitution combined with a clone then complimented with the hiding in water technique. Baby Uzu Maki, tell me when did you get this good? asked the man as he waved his giant weapon around by the hole in its center. Barata rolled his eyes. When there are pieces of crap like you in the world, "One has to get better. You know to flush you all away." Hero snorted. "Really? A potty joke? You just keep earning your title." "Hey, baby Uzuaki, whatever. Let's<unk> get serious," roared the boy as he charged fast at the man, reaching him in a blur of speed, making the man dodge a punch that surely would have hurt like nothing he had ever felt. if the trail of blue chakra coming from the boy's fist was anything to go on. Trying to take advantage of the younger boy's back from having missed hitting him. Hero went to strike with his trusty weapon. They would be shallow cuts but painful. Yet he did not get the chance as he heard the deck of the ship cracking and against his instincts looked down. What he saw was the deck's boards being torn up as Arata pivoted on his heel and ran his other foot through the deck with ferocity. Hiro looked back up and braced with his large shuriken in front of him at what was coming. Arata's leg came up with momentum and force provided from his body turning. He aimed with his chakra enforced leg to hero's midsection, not caring as he saw the giant shuriken user had braced with said flat side of shuriken out in front of him to stop his kick. His leg connected with such force that the giant fuma shuriken cracked under the pressure and hero was sent back flying off the boat. Arata smirked as he sent the man overboard. His smirk did not last as he saw the man, though dripping wet, jumped back on board the boat with a limp arm and a serious glare. "Stop!" were Shuji's cold words. Hiro immediately spoke. "I'm fine. It's just dislocated from the impact," he said, looking to his arm, then up to Shuji, who was still up high overhead. Then to Arata, "No, I have let this go on long enough. You three stop your bickering." Jiro helped Hero with his arm and Arata. "Go rest now," the man commanded. Arata hung his head in annoyance, but not rebellion as he made his way down to the hull of the ship. "Kid has one hell of a kick," commented Jiro as he helped his brother Sid to prepare to pop the dislocated arm back in place. "That he does," replied Hero coldly. "And don't tell me you underestimated the kid and didn't see this coming," chided Jiro, yanking his brother's arm back into place. Hero hissed at the jolting pain, but replied, "No, it is not that it is. I wonder how he is getting so much strength from so sluggishly applying chakra to his limbs." "That's easy," supplied Shuji as he jumped down to the deck of the ship, mostly to assess the damage done to it. "You don't need to fine-tune chakra to your muscles to get a lot of strength. Though, if one did do that, if it is even possible, one could store up chakra in their limbs and then suddenly release it. No doubt at all that person could potentially create fissures in the ground. But that was not and is not what Arata does. Nope. He simply augments his power like a few before him with chakra. Simply a lot of chakra that becomes as hard or fluent as he wants. Kind of like his water nature. There must be more to it than that. At least excellent chakra control. If you would have said that, I would have believed that. Snorted hero. Well, of course there is. It just takes a lot of constantly flowing more than normal chakra to be more stronger. The heart part does not lie in chakra control but in output. Augmenting strength drains the chakra reserves substantially while also taxing the body's muscles. Hero shrugged, wincing a bit at his still sore arm being moved. So the kid has a large chakra pool. Tch. That's not going to help him next time. I'll just tire him out. Jiriro shook his head at his brother planning his revenge on a 13-year-old boy and not seeing a big flaw in his plan. Hero, the kid has a Zanakudo. He has a second source of chakra and definitely a lot more power, right, Shuji San? Shuji shrugged, not one to give tips about half obvious things. Or was it not to give secrets out about the Zanakudo? He couldn't remember and did not care to. We will be hitting landfall by afternoon. I suggest everyone rests up, but Jiro, you're on first watch. We have a problem. Usuzu Maki sama hurriedly began the man. The village head looked up from his scroll. He was reading to see one of his clansmen and a Rioan clansmen standing sternly in his office. His eyes immediately trailed over the men in his presence. Both were armored, not at first a noticeable thing, except usually only his clan members of the warrior class of his clan could be seen in the village wearing their traditional blue armor in plain sight. Yet before him, with a large scroll on his back and a plate upon his chest, was a gay-haired warrior of the puppet using Rioan clan. He knew immediately there was a problem. Speak quickly, he ordered as he stood from his desk and opened one of its drawers that were filled with rolled up scrolls. Sir, there are intruders on the southern part of the nation. Apparently, they have sneaked past the whirlpools is what the scouts have said. The village head stopped piling scrolls on his desk as he heard those words. They what? He asked disbelievingly. Apparently, they were able to navigate the tides and from the scouts reports efficiently got past our defenses, but could not evade our detection. The scouts did not engage the intruders, but the path in which the intruders are taking suggest they are heading to the capital. One of our scouts said that the party had four-legged animals with them. And others had lavender eyes that had no pupils, but they were all masked. So, we are a bit unsure on who they could truly be. though we have confirmation on their numbers being above 40 individuals, maybe more. In a flurry of robes, the man's once white and dark blue long kimono covered in outer robes sunk down towards the ground to show the man clad in blue armor of his clan, except he only wore the clan's blue whirlpool emblem plate without arm or leg guards. As his limbs were covered in black cloths that hung slightly off of him, gathering up the many scrolls off his desk, the man hurriedly began searching his desk for a satchel in which he threw the scrolls in and then slung over his back. He looked to the men before him with all seriousness as he said, "They are going after Arda." A full frontal assassination. I expect they will be setting many traps as they make their way there and might be just the first wave or a diversion for attack on the village. The daimo only has a few hundred samurai protecting the palace and only a handful of our ninja there. So I must go to intercept the men before they even get to her. Both men nodded understanding the situation as they were ready to take orders. Rioan sand. Tell your clan to meet up with mine and inform my clan's elder of the situation after my clan and yours has at least a ready force of 200 men at the checkpoints of the village to watch out for intruders. Then have your clan head on watch in the command of the detection force. The gay-haired man nodded, then went up in a cloud of smoke to pass on the orders. Now you go and alert the Tomoko clan and tell them to mobilize 80 of their members to move out as an interception force with me at the east gate. Also inform the Fuma clan head to meet with me and 20 of his members at the east gate to intercept the intruders. Then have a quarter of our warriors began to start an evacuation drill for civilians to the Tamokco clan's mountains if intruders are even detected within a mile of here. The man nodded, then like his counterpart, went up in a plume of smoke. The village head was left alone in his office as he began to see from the windows the bustling village be thrown into a chaotic storm of ninja moving upon rooftops to carry out orders or mobilize to their designated area. He admired the speed of the beings who moved so fast to defend the village. But he had not much time to as he knew he had to write out battle plans to intercept the intruders, formulate a battle plan if they in fact did attack the village and capital as a whole like he was suspecting. Then he had to even fully go through strategy to deal with counterattacking and finally even a stand-in for him as he left the village as his second in command was away on a very important mission. Tea country, Damo<unk>'s palace. The party of four had arrived at their destination without any trouble, except for, of course, proving their identities to the samurai guard of the palace, then immediately going before the daimo, except only one foreigner was allowed to do so. So, the other three had to wait outside of the Damo<unk>'s mansion under the watch of over 10 armed samurai. Talk about a boring mission. quote murmured Jirro as he kicked a pebble that accidentally skipped and hit one of the samurai guards in the foot. Jirro looked up and towards the man who glared at him. He shrugged not caring as he was very aware of what the samurai thought of the ninja even though he was in fact not as much as a murdering mercenary as the ninja on this mainland were. I have a bad feeling spoke looking up at a lone cloud in the sky. Jiro and Hero looked over to the staring upwards boy and was a bit confused at why the boy was openly talking to them. He usually did not do such a thing. Must be the fish from the boat trip, supplied Jiro. No, it's not that. Quote, the boy said, feeling a sense of confusion and dread come over him. The twin brothers watched as they saw the boy become pale. They immediately moved closer to him to check on his health, ignoring the samurai, who thought they might be up to something. This will be difficult, thought the usually calm man, his force of a hundred, consisting of the Tamoko clan, the ninja-like samurai that used their sword arts more so than they ever did any other technique and known at least in Whirlpool for their quick draw and traditional samurai like values that did incorporate a leniency to ninja. Combined with the Fuma clan, 20 members here in the contingent group, complimenting the skills of the Tamoko clan with their weapon experts and one-of-a-kind njutsu, the Uzuaki head was very sure the two working together clans could prove victorious on any regular situation. Unfortunately, the situation was not in their favor or normal at all. Barata III had in fact been able to solve the mystery of who the intruders were and what their capabilities were. They were members of the Hayauga clan and somehow teamed together with the Inazuka clan. No wonder they were able to navigate past the whirlpools. With the Bayakugan, it's supposedly having X-ray vision and all seeing they would be quite efficient in knowing which way the tides were flowing even underneath water. Then the Inazuka with their fang over Fang drilling taijutsu could possibly reverse a current and easily get past our defense. The only mystery now is why are they here? Surely they must have been paid to do this. Arata III's thoughts were a buzz, but he still kept a strong eye at the enemies in front of him. They were all looking at each other with a clam edge. It was the calm before the storm and the beginning of a battle. With narrowed eyes, he scanned across the many enemies dressed in black that were before him. He saw the many dogs that accompanied the group and did not miss the tensing of the wolf-like dogs that looked ready to attack on order. Such big dogs of the Inuzuka clan with the instinct to kill and a good sense of everything from sight to smell was big odds against any opponent. Those dogs were like super ninja minus some high-powered jutsu that was made up for when they acted with their human partners. His eyes then gazed upon lavender ones that started to bulge through the opening on the masks on many of the blackclad figures. They were definitely activating their dujutsu to attack. He realized that would be an even bigger problem. He had to make sure his men acted first, lest be picked apart by those eyes. He then saw what was without a doubt the leader of this attack. The slender figure stood high inside a tree just a few meters away as if they were scanning over the battlefield, but their head did not move. He saw the man did not need to move as he had the Bakugan. Those eyes provided him, it seemed, a 360° visage. Arata III knew for sure that man needed to be killed. As the leader, he would be the clinch pin in this whole attack. And with him gone, the others would fall right after him. Now all he had to do was give the orders and the battle would begin. Quickly clasping his hands together, he thought Uzuzuaki style, sealing corpse as yards of cloth that was once tied around his arms now unraveled and raced towards two large dogs. I think we should head home, spoke the boy, feeling a pang in his chest. What? Shuji San is still talking to the T daimo. He can't just leave, snorted Jiro, wondering what was wrong with the boy. One minute he looked sick, but they couldn't do a true assessment of what could be wrong with him as they all had to remain vigilant. "Shut up, Squirt, and keep your [ __ ] together. Gez, can't you see? We are on a mission," warned Jirro with a glare as he saw the boy looking at the exit. "No, something bad is happening," murmured Arata with a frown as he saw the cloud he had been continuously watching start to get smaller and smaller. Hero spoke before his brother could. Listen, kid. I know it's just jitters. Take a deep breath and keep your wits about you. Or nodded, but deep down he knew something bad was happening. He could just feel it. He looked back up at the lone cloud in the sky. He could see it looked like it was shrinking even faster, and with it, his sense of life chipped away. What could this feeling mean? What is going to happen? Reform the ranks and fall back, ordered the man as he dodged another volley of canny. Several of the Whirlpool ninja scattered backwards in a retreating flock as they trusted their leader to watch their back. The village head was adamant about killing each and every one of the offending intruders that had dare set forth on his home ground and he could feel the tenacity and determination of his men who felt the same as him, even if they had taken several loes thanks to the close-range taijutsu style of the Hayuga and Inazuka. But the knowledge of the offending party could not fight his force at all when it came to the long-range tactics of the Fuma clan with their weapons spurred the new forming battle plan. Even the legendary Jiukin of the Hyuga in its long range form could not give a death blow to a fluidly moving Fuma or a Tomoko clansmen who knocked their attack out of the air with a swipe of their blades full of chakra. Getsuga roared a pair that became a drilling vortex of man and dog covered in ferocious winds. Arata III saw the attack coming and didn't fear. With the outward stretch of his arm, he pushed chakra through the cloth encasing his limb and watched it unravel into the path of the canine and human vortex. Like a fly caught in a spider's web, the Inuzuka and their dog was soon ins snared by the cloth and its steel gripped by their own twister-like motions that worked against them. The Uzumaki head glared at the wrapped and writhing mess before he made sure to seal the cloth to never be opened again as he saw another opponent was trying to make a easy kill of him. Even traveling backwards to cover his fellow villagers backs. As much as it inconvenienced him, he would make sure no one got past him till everyone was regrouped to go on to a second attack. That was quickly realized too by the wouldbe opportunist. All right, everyone, we are ready to go. dot quote spoke Shuji but he went silent as he saw his student in the arms of Jirro and Hiro who was panicky running green chakra glowing hands over the slump boy's body what happened he asked coldly walking over to the pair taking off the large scroll he had on his back we don't know Shuji san one moment he kept talking about going home as he was looking up at the sky the next second he fell to the ground and we can't<unk>t find out what's wrong with him looked at the samurai around him sensing around for any foul played, but he found none. "Gather him up. We are heading home. Just do an assessment of him on the boat. We got to get going," the redhead commanded as he picked back up the 6-ft long scroll. The pair gave swift nods as Hero lifted Orata gingerly and lay him over his shoulder. "Let<unk>s go," ordered Shuji as he looked up quickly to the sky to see the time then was a bit thrown as he saw a single raindrop fall from the sky. With a shrug, he turned around and began walking. The battle had turned. Once was a skirmish of two enemies out to destroy each other was now a survival contest that would prove to have no winners even if there were survivors. The Uzumaki head knew all this and at the same time accepted it. For what was surrounding him in cries of terror, the yelling of techniques, cursing of anguish was battle. And this battle was wearing him down fast, as was the person he had been battling for what seemed like eternity was too. The Hauga in front of him was proving to be an equal match to his skills. Except he was 100% sure that the only reason this battle had lasted so long was because of the man's eyes. As he had already defeated four Hyuga before even getting to this man. That could only mean this man and his eyes were very skilled as he could see that they were interpreting his moves and seeing his attacks from a distance. The only equalizer he had against such eyes was its user had to attack him from close range. Such a thing he was aware of as he countered and voided all the man's ranged attacks. No matter how powerful they were, the Hyuga stared his opponent down. He could tell the man was thinking of a new plan to beat him with. Though such tactic would be destroyed by him as he could see anything the man would do before he did it. The chakra network of the man was a great giveaway to how he was going to use the deadly cloth that was wrapped around his arms. That too was easily figured out by the Bayakugan that saw the many seals layered inside of the cloth and the requirement of the man needing to channel chakra into the complicated weapon to make it work. With the power of his Bakugan, the man looked around the battleground all the while, seemingly keeping an eye on the man before him. His view was of something he did not want to see. All around the battlefield, it seemed his group were being slowly neutralized one by one. Even his haug brethren were falling to the tactics of the overwhelming hailing of weapons the fuma sent from their scrolls with deadly accuracy only to be a diversion to the bayakugan. So one never saw the lying in weight enemy that appeared from behind. His mind stealed as he knew he must change this. His allies were being picked apart and even the inuka and their dogs perceived instincts were not able to combat the new battle plan of the enemy. with lavender milky white eyes back focused on the man he prepared to kill their leader fast. Arata III watched as the blackclad enemy before him got into a stance. Then with a fluid movement of his arms and legs took on a stand that Arata III had heard told in old tales and was confirming as he heard the man say in a whisper, "Eight triagrams, 128 palms," causing a blue chakra glow to surround his hands. The Uzumaki head was not ignorant at all of this severe taijutsu style and its ability to damage the internal organs and chakra network. With required skill, he would beat the style though in his opponent. Stretching his arms far out in front of him, he uncoiled yards of the cloth from his limbs and sent it towards his still in stance opponent. The hyuga waited calmly as the cloth started to enshroud him just like he wanted. Before long, the cloth was but inches from fully encasing him until he turned and let loose a barrage of palm strikes that shredded the cloth like wet paper. He then began successfully striking and breaking apart the cloth as he moved closer to the red-haired man. The Uzumaki leader saw his cloth for the first time being stripped to pieces by the palm strikes and immediately switched his strategy, yanking his arms backwards, tearing the rolls of cloth from his limbs. He did several back flips as he avoided deadly palm strikes from a striking to kill Haug. Landing back on his feet, the Uzumaki jumped high as he took to the trees for cover. He knew cover was not there as his opponent stayed on the ground, watching him with his X-ray eyes. Reaching into his bag for a scroll, he took in his hand as he leapt forward into the direct path of the Hyuga. The Hayuga, unsure of what the man was attempting, kept calm as he shifted his stance and sent out chakra blasts in the shape of his palm at the man who fluidly dodged the strikes in midair. Within range now, the Uzuaki fully opened his scroll as he landed just a few yards away from his opponent, who was about to strike out with a chakrainforced palm. The man opened his scroll and thought, "Uzuaki, unseal, water release, triple water dragon jutsu." With tentative eyes, the Hayuga saw something he almost thought was an illusion as three fully formed serpentine water dragons escaped from the scroll and came at him with watery mouths full of fangs. Quickly, the man expelled chakra from the chakra points of his body. Releasing the blue energy he spun, creating a protective dome around himself that negated the water dragons that crashed into his shield, forcing him backwards with their power, but eventually turned to a swell of splashing water upon the ground. Sure the attack was over, the Hyuga released his jutsu and searched for his opponent. He did not need to find him as the man and several other identical copies of him rose from the murky water on the ground. Then at once lunged at the man carrying whips of water. The Hyuga went for another spin as he dodged two of the whips, but could not go into a full spin as one whip made of water caught him on the leg, then pulled him to the ground where the other clones began using their whips to restrain the struggling man. Before long, the Hayuga was covered in a wrapping of water-binding whips. One by one, the water-made clones disappeared until only one was left holding a long whip of water in his hand. The red-headed man then took out a cany from his bag and threw it at the head of the blackclad Hyuga while keeping the binding water whip tight in his hand. As if having been bidding his time, the Hayunga looked at the cannai speeding towards him before letting loose a blast of chakra that was forced from every chakra point on his body, spewing a wave vacuum-like chakra from his body and breaking the hold of the water whips on him, as well as forcing the canai from the path of killing him, the Hyuga stood freed with a charge and hands back glowing blue. The Hyuga attacked the Uzumaki with a palm thrust, but was blocked and went for a kick but was again blocked by a canai. a red head pulled from his bag quickly then struck out with and missed. The pair then began a match of strength as the gentle fist style was negated with the fluid motion of the Uzumaki who would not let a palm or anything touch him. The match of strength lasted but a few minutes as it was soon broken by the Hyuga who jumped back when he saw the Uzumaki pull another scroll from his satchel again. Then the Uzu Maki gripped the scroll, prepared to open it, but was stopped as he had to dodge a leg sweep from behind from another person. He immediately knew as he back flipped and saw the glowing hands was another Hyuga. Now between the Hyugas, the Uzumaki man knew he was in a serious problem as he saw the Hyuga to his left nod to the one to his right. He then heard both the Hyuga mutter. Eight trigrams palms revolving heaven before both in sync began to spin and release chakra. In a flash, both Hyugas had emitted a blinding blue dome of chakra that trapped the Uzumaki between the pair before getting bigger to the point the red-headed man was shrouded by the Hyuga's technique. Guru Fuma, clan head of the Fuma, had just slashed down his ninth ninja dog and was quickly racing through the battleground of trees to his next opponent when he felt a large release of chakra and what was his friend's Arai's chakra signature drop significantly. Hurriedly, he raced to the aid of his friend. Past battles he knew meant little to him since it was very obvious and had been for a while now the ninja of Whirlpool would win this skirmish. When he got to the last spot, he felt his friend's chakra drop and he was horrified to see his friend was alive, but was about to be hit with a hyuga palm strike as he tried to stand from the ground. With no time to spare, Guru gripped the Fuma shuriken in his hand tight, then spun as he threw the weapon at the man who dared try to kill his friend. He did not wait to see if his attack would hit as he raced right behind the weapon to his friend's rescue. He got there just in time as he saw the Haya jump back, dodging his weapon, but not the fist he gave to the black clad figure that forced him into the air. Guro, watch out for the second one, warned the red-headed man as he barely was able to get to his feet. The Fuma head nodded hearing his friend's words and was not surprised as he felt the earth below him erupt. Jumping upwards, he avoided a palm strike from the hidden Hyuga, but could not avoid the sudden one he got from a Hyuga who appeared above him over his head. Somehow the same one he had sent into the air, having not yet to come down from gravity. The Hyuga's hand thrust with a ton of force into Goro<unk>'s chest, destroying his mesh armor and forcing Chakra into his heart. In his final moments, Guro, as his body went slack, growled as he recalled his giant shuriken in its boomerang-like fashion. It was known to take, but few knew it was the work of chakra threads or a simple ninja wire. In this case, it was ninja wire he pulled on and got a small bit of satisfaction from as he saw the sharp metal come back to him one last time and glide through the unsuspecting body of the Hyuga below him, slicing him into halves. Arada III watched all this in silent pain as he saw his friend die by the hands that were meant for him then fall slump to the bloodstained earth. And even in his death, he still took one of the Hyuga with him. He would honor his friend by killing the last one he saw falling to the ground. Yes, the last one he noticed was in fact the one that had interrupted his battle from before. The last one he was sure any minute like his leader would be running low on Chakra. A second passed as the Hyuga finally landed on the ground in a rough fall, but stood back up. Arata III looked the interfer in his eyes as he saw it happen. Just like what had happened to his tired leader, the Bayakugan finally deactivated due to lack of chakra. The Hayuga's eyes narrowed just slightly as he saw the slackened and tired stance of the Uzumaki. He then slowly took a step back. Orata III saw the step and shook his head, then spoke as he reached in his bag. You are not escaping. You come here to attack my country, then kill my friend, and then proceeded to think you could retreat. Even as banged up as I am, I can still kill you easily. The Hyuga looked at the scroll, then turned away as he was sure the Uzumaki could not open it. He had seen the damage done to the red head by the dual eight trigrams revolving heaven technique. The man's leg was unnaturally twisted with exposed bones, as was his left arm. However, the man was standing on pure wool or maybe adrenaline. The Hyuga did not know, but he was sure the man would not be able to give chase to him. The Uzu Maki saw the man still trying to flee as he went into a sprint. He would make sure the man never got far. Looking down at the scroll, he saw that it was the one he needed. This jutsu he could do, there would be no consequences as he knew all of his men were nowhere near his direction. He then unrolled it slowly with his mouth and only working hand. Channeling his last little bit of chakr to unseal the scroll, he thought the name of the technique to unleash it. Usuzuaki unseal, water release, grand cutting wave jutsu. The scroll immediately let loose a typhoon of water as if a gigantic dam had burst. The water then formed to the shape of an edged blade as it stormed towards the back of the Hyuga, then hit the man with concussive force, slamming him into tree after tree while knocking down almost half the forest. Arata III out of chakra fell to the ground with a moan as he began to feel the pain of his injuries. Father dot quote trailed off the boy in disbelief. A son and Shuji san. You are back, spoke the man calmly. Orda ran quickly over to his father's hospital bed and didn't care. His father was in a leg and arm cast both in a sling to keep them positioned correctly. He hugged his father holding the man close and sniffled. What happened to you, Dad? Well, we had some problems as all the man said off-handedly rubbing his son's back in a comforting manner. Arata, your dad is hurt. You really aren't making it better, spoke Shuji seen the boy grip his father tighter and tighter by the moment as if he would never let the man escape his grasp. The young Uzu Maki released his grip slowly on his dad as he stood up straight. "A I can breath again," chided the man to his son with a warming smile. Arada bit his lip at the man's antics. He was just glad his father was okay. Getting back to the village and finding out an attack had occurred on them was horrifying, but to then learn that his father had gotten injured had almost made him faint. "So, did the mission go according to plan?" asked the Uzumaki head. Shuji nodded. But before he spoke, he went to the wooden door of the room and locked it before placing his hand on the door to channel chakra into it, leaving a burned palm print that looked to have writings sprawling around it. Sir, the T daimo was very pleased on the bargain and so to speak played ball. I have acquired the needed resources, sir. Orda's eyebrows went up in confusion. What are you guys talking about? The wounded Uzu Maki looked to his son, then gave a sigh. Son, I got wounded today from fighting a battle that surely was not like what I have ever fought. I was not supposed to make it away from that battlefield today. Dad, don't talk like that. You are the strongest guy the first. No. And plus, with our clan's healing seals, you will be up and about within a week or so. encouraged the boy, not liking his father's usually upbeat, now sad tone. Shuji stayed silent as he saw his hopeful student look at his father with what was nothing short of hero worship. Well, son, with the battlefield cleared and our wounded and dead gathered, and even the dead of our enemy gathered, I learned something today. The leader who was tasked with this attack was but a 17-year-old Haug. And you beat the hell out of him, didn't you, Dad? cheered, not seeing what his father was trying to say. Shuji looked down at the scene that was unfolding out in front of him. He could see where this was going and did not want to, but would support his leader and student. Besides, deep down, he knew he needed to be here. His idol would not let him leave anyway. The older Usuzu Maki carried on not acknowledging his son's words. For much of that battle, the boy proved to be of exceptional skill. He read fluently all of my moves, and it was but experience that kept me alive. Yet, I cannot completely say that, for I know it was a bit of luck, too, or the seal our clan members wear. The man stopped speaking to rub a spot over his side with fondness. In that battle, I was not able to use most of my jutsu that would have decimated another opponent. The boy's eyes were just too good, almost unnaturally, so as I had already beaten a few Hyuga to cross the battlefield to get to him. His eyes were close to proving my death. Then the interference by another Hyuga would have killed me if not for the deceleration animation seal to slow down my injuries direct relay to my mind, giving me the ability to function as if I was not hurt at all. Shuji sighed, interrupting the dead silence of the room that crept in with the man who no longer spoke but looked at the wall for a small while. Guro, today he died in a maneuver I had saw him perform hundreds of times before. The Fuma clan's double guillotine boomerang drop, a technique he had made himself. He saved my life with that maneuver, even if it went wrong. Guru had went in like he did many times before. A throw of his shuriken. The opponent would be blindsided by the shuriken and dodge, then be hid by him from his speed and power alone. Sent high into the air, the opponent would have to come back down. The Uzumaki head looked over to his shocked son with sad eyes as he continued. Except there was a slight variation. But this was Guro. He always said there was nothing better than a bit of excitement. A Hayuga came at him from below. Guro had had that happened to him one time too many to count in the past. So it was all still manageable. And with that double attack from below and above I and Guro knew that his signature move would be ignited. The double guillotine boomerang drop. Dad dot quote spoker Rada a bit scared at hearing the story but went silent as he saw the intensity in his father's eyes. An attack that draws the foolish bastard who attacked him from below in the right position to take what was the returning boomerang-like motion of the shuriken right after the other who had been previously sent into the air had been chopped up first. That happened like so many times before and the guy was split to pieces. Yet Guro nor I ever expected the first Hyuga to ever somehow stay up in air longer than what he was supposed to be up there for. That cost Guru his life as the Hyuga blindsighted him in an attack that was the epitome of blindsiding. Orata hung his head at the tail. It was almost impossibly heart-wrenching. He knew Gurodono as that was one man who always treated him like he was not a powerful man's son but another villager just living their life. And it was a plus that he was his father's best friend. But now he was dead. We unmasked those Hayuga. The one I fought was 17. The other was 32. A combination of experience and the new generation cost Guro his life. It is a deadly combination when something new can blend with the old and work together. Dot. Yes, sir. It is. Quote, spoke Shuji, reaching behind his back to show the giant scroll he had yet since his return to let out of his sight. What does this mean though, father? What are you saying? Son, I might not look it and thank God for it in our Uzumaki longevity, but it is certainly slowly becoming obvious. I have reached the peak of my power. My body may not dull for a long time because of our Uzumaki blood, but I damn sure won't reach a new level physically and barely skill-wise, especially at 55. Today, I saw that I had to rely on the techniques of our fuenjutsu to get by. A resort that had become my lifeline. Dad, of course you're old, but your dad, so that doesn't matter. You're the strongest person in the village. Stop talking like this, warned the boy looking at his father. He saw the man at his age was still fit and even well-built. He even looked young enough to be called his older brother, not his father. The man was old in age, not body. I third smiled at his son. He could almost feel himself sliding into a flashback of when his father had told him of the heights a man could reach and how far they could go, but at last be reminded they were just a man. "I ain't dying or nothing, son. But I will ask you, do you really believe I am still the strongest in the village?" "Of course," yelled Dada enthusiastically, thinking his father just needed some more encouragement to cheer him up. "Son, in some ways, I will probably never be matched, but in some other ways, I have been vastly outmatched. The new generation is here son and it is like my grandfather Arada the first once told me they will always surpass the first. Remember son those who come before the ones of the present were but pillars to the future. Cherish what they gave birth to and build upon if not revolutionize what they have made. Orata backed up away from his father as if he was the devil himself. He knew those words. He had read them but never heard them. He had saw them as who had not upon a memorial dedicated to Arata the first and they were the beginning of another set of words. He feared he was not ready to hear. He turned around as he looked to his sensei who had already went down to both his knees with the giant scroll laid on the floor beside him and his head bowed submissively. His sword was present in front of him but inches away. He turned frantic as it seemed his world began to slow around him, his stomach feeling like a bubbling mess. Ay, Arata III, son to Arata II, and proud grandson to Arata Ist, and even prouder father to Arata IV. Here by Dim Mara IVth, ready to lead the Whirlpool village and clan. May the one who leads the many tides form a great whirlpool able to destroy any strife, spoke the red-headed man with a stern but somehow kind face. Arata still stared in disbelief at what was happening. The unbelievable magnitude of what his father had said was mindblowing. Him who he was quite aware of was nowhere close in power to the man before him. Had been given a title as head of the clan and village. A village that was once ruled over by the strongest Uzumaki. So powerful his exploits were thought to only be myths but had been witnessed by elders. He could never fill his shoes or even measured to the others that had once ruled. Even living up to his father's legacy would be probably be impossible. This was the man before him who was known by all in the country for his quick planning and radical strategy that built most the strategical plans in which the village followed to function from day to day all the way to year to year. With a turner, Rada looked at his still bowing sensei. He was about to speak to his teacher to get his father to recount the statement that surely was something made from maybe the medicines he had taken. But he soon realized it had all been planned. Aishuji Uuzzumaki, head senior warrior of the Uzumaki clan, do hereby accept the leadership of Arata IVth without question. As a member of this village and on behalf of all the Uzuakis who accepted this proposal, I bow to my leader Uzuaki Sama. Boom! B O M B O Mata was the only one who looked over to the window and saw the bursting of fireworks going high into the evening sky and the center of the village. Those were the call sign and telltale way of saying a new leader had been chosen. That was something he had only read of in books as someone as young as him would have never been around to see the dazzling orange and red sparks that signified the choosing of a new leader. Arata knew fresh. That's what you will be upon this village in your reign as the ones who had carried that name before you, son. Now stunned into complete shock, Arata did not know what to say. Even as his mind went blank and he slowly fell to the floor, fainting from the aing announcement. The concerned words of Usuzu Maki sama didn't even register to him. Akasukaj's domain, Orda blinked his eyes surprised as he fell through the air and towards what looked to be a ocean of red water. bracing for the impact by putting his hands out in front of him. He was almost shocked by how he did not impact the water, but simply be caught in its cool embrace, as if the water's surface tension was thick as mud, but yet still wouldn't let him sink into it. Quickly, he stood up and looked around, wondering where he could possibly be, and growing even more confused as everything was a bleeding fresh-blooded red, with the sky taking on the same deep red as the ocean, yet what little clouds there were stayed a feathery white. It was a short moment before he spotted the standing very dark figure in the distance that was obviously the only thing there. He then after feeling himself start to sink into the ocean and took a step learned it was best he kept moving or be sunk into the blood red sea. Running towards what he figured to just be a figure unrecognizable by the distance between them. He had to stop and marvel as he saw that this person, if it could even be called, that was not a black figure from a distance, but instead an actual being made completely of darkness with not one feature on its body. No, hair, eyes, mouth, or anything. It was a true dimensional shadow, as that was the only way to describe it. Surprised, shocked, marveled at my extreme magnificence, spoke the being without any explanation of how it could do such. Orda was everything the dark being said he was. Figuring the living shadow was such by the male voice it had. Shocked he may have been on the defense he was too as he heard pure undertones of ill intent and promises of death in the being<unk>'s voice. But to him it did not seem the promise had been made to anyone particular. Who? What are you? That is rude to answer a question with a question. In turn, I will tell you nothing, replied the living shadow calmly, but with the same undertones in his voice of the promising death to be given. Lingering like a bad smell. Staying calm, Arata made a fake sincere apology. I am sorry. The shadow walked towards the boy who stood his ground, then grew from its rather modest 5t in height to a tall 9 ft with a form of a thickened nondescript body to match its sudden growth. You lie to your own Zanakudo. That is just pathetic. You are not sorry. you excuse for a filthy wielder. I hate you, condemned the shadow. You are my Zan Pakuto. Well, then I am sorry. Please forgive me, apologized the boy, fearing he had already messed up his chances to have a good relation with his soul sword spirit. Turning his back, the shadow kept walking away to where he was sure to not tell. Chasing after the now large shadow, Orata shouted, "I'm sorry. Let's<unk> start over. My name is Arada." Or Uzuzu Maki IVth. What is yours? The shadow did not turn around as he kept walking, ignoring the boy. Catching up with the ignoring him being, he grew mad, he couldn't tell not one emotion the shadow was feeling as it had no face, just outlining that was completely black. Never before had Arata realized how helpful reading a person's face could tell of their mood. "You aren't going to tell me of your name," questioned the boy abruptly, but soon changed strategy as he remembered the shadows last offended words. "I did lie to you. I apologize." Answering questions with questions is rude. Excuse my ill behavior. I hope that the many times I polished you may pay penance. Looking over the shadow spoke, it does not. You do not deserve to wield me. Your very hands dirty my greatness. Your words sully my ears, and your skill is atrocious. If suicide was an option for me, I would have done it since day one. Saddened, the boy whispered, "You can't mean that." Unmoved by the heartbroken tone, the sword continued, "Yes, I do." With all of my being, I wish for you to become less of a weak fowl. All right, breathed a rod of looking down sadly. Damning the shadow spoke. Even now you think I will show pity to you then dare ask my name. The sheer foolishness for a ant to talk to a god. Continuing his interrupted sentence, Arata looked up and swore. You are a real [ __ ] you shadow. But I am not stupid. I know your name. You are the fool. What? How dare you boy assume to know? No, even think your mind, let alone lips, could possibly conceive my name. Laughing Arata informed this this place. See, if I was like you, which I know I am, I would design it to my liking or make it a piece of my personality. Clearly, what you have done, then even more to taunt people, I would make it personal, like say a name I would not give up or believe others would ever be able to figure out. I don't know what you are talking about, retorted the shadow, stopping in his stride, crossing his arms. Arata, unobstructed, launched himself at the large shadow and hugged him. The impromptu hug was quickly but fruitlessly tried to be broken by the angered being. Get off of me. The shadow shouted decisively, seeing his physical efforts were useless. You don't know how long I have wanted to talk to you then. No, you were like me is just out of this world. And you're so cool, bragged the boy happy. I am not like you, corrected the dark being. Arata shook his head in the shadows hard abs. No, you are like me. aka red for this world but oh so bloody which I suspect you are good at making others sway for this watery place and I bet your water nature and finally cage because you are a shadow akasukage the red water shadow you little idiot smart bastard creden sneered the shadow as he was forced to announce drown all in the bloody shadows reflect on to despair then pushing the boy off of him asked are you happy well you won't be fooled There will come a day when you realize you should have never called upon my power or wanted it. Only death comes from me. Boy, only death. Huh? asked the boy abruptly. There is no turning back now. Be happy with your shikai. Arata, we will see how much despair it'll bring others, let alone your conscious. I was not telling a lie when I said despair shall be brought in many unconventional and conventional ways. Let us see if you will figure that out," said the shadow ominously before sinking into the water and disappearing. Barado was left standing there confused, not sure what had happened or was going to happen, but knew he had to prepare for something. For what he did not know, but guessed it had to do with him and his new leadership role accompanied with a harshly hating him in cooperative Zanakudo. That's all for now. If you enjoy this video, then please like, share, and do comments.