Espadara Uchiha
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A young black-haired boy, Bankotsu, emerged from his forge, holding his masterpiece in his left hand; a colossal halberd-like Zanbato. He was obviously struggling with the weight of it, though the sword appeared to require three men to hold, a testament to Bankotsu's strength.
He grinned as he placed his hand on the blade, feeling the cold steel brush against his fingertips. The sword still required to be bathed in blood before its full power could be shown...the power of Biju chakra gathered around the land.
An effeminate boy approached the forge, obviously a young Jakotsu. He looked interested at the sight of the blade. "Ah...So you did make it, Bankotsu." He said, obviously impressed at his friends blacksmithing. The sword truly was a great sight, but their was an underlying menace that sent a pleasant shiver through Jakotsu's body.
Bankotsu nodded, pleased with the result of his work. "I call it...Banryu..."
Naruto sat patiently in the classroom, waiting for Iruka to pass the results of the Final Exam around to the class. He knew that he had just barely passed his practical exam, failing to produce both a Bunshin or a Kawamiri. He did, however, get a perfect score his Accuracy test. He was pretty positive that his grade on the Written Exam would be high enough for him to pass, something that Naruto gave a hopeful smile towards.
The rest of the class were busy crowding around his sister, talking to her about one thing or another. Naruto didn't care that Natsuki was more popular than him anymore; he knew that he would end up the stronger sibling, in the end. He knew that he could never become Hokage, though, despite what Jiraiya said. The Village loved Natsuki too much, and with her training, parentage, and status as the Jinchuuriki, she was a shoo-in for Hokage.
Iruka, their academy teacher, stepped out of his office holding a large stack of folders. He began walking around the room, handing the folders to their respective students, occasionally giving congratulations or encouragement to try harder next time. He handed Natsuki her folder, gave a large 'Congrats!' and soon reached Naruto. "Sorry, Naruto. Try harder next time, okay?" The ten year old boy looked at his scores, ignoring the exuberant shout as Natsuki proclaimed her perfect scores, and scowled.
He knew he would get a low practical grade; he just wasn't a prodigy like his parents. But there was no way in hell that he got a 65 on his Written Exam. He had studied, read all of the books. He wasn't like Natsuki, who only trained for the practical...
Those ****ing *******s...Naruto's scowl deepened as he crumpled the scores, tossing them to the ground as he stormed out of the classroom. This was his chance to become a ninja, only to fail because the village wants his sister to be better than him...
He had enough of the villagers and their favoritism to his sister. He knew that no matter what he did, the village wouldn't recognize him as long as his sister was around. So there was only one thing to do. Leave Konoha, and prove himself without being hidden in the shadow of his family.
It was time for the Shichinintai to kill once more.
"Suki...Natsuki!" Ino yelled in her friends face, clapping her hands. Natsuki blinked, looking away from the door she had just seen her brother rush out of. 'Aniki...'
"So, your brother failed?" Ino asked, finally noticing her friends attention placed back on her.
"Yeah...It's weird, I know he studied really hard for the Written Exam." Natsuki said. "I don't know how I managed to get a perfect score..."
Ino scoffed. "Well, you're a prodigy, Natsuki. We learned to accept that a while ago." And it was true. Nearly all of the students in the class heard of how Natsuki became the Kyuubi Jinchuuriki, was the hero of Konoha, and had training from Tsunade of the Sannin and even the Sandaime Hokage. "You shouldn't feel bad that your loser of a brother failed."
"He's not a loser!" Natsuki yelled, bringing most of the classes attention onto her. She blushed, shrinking down into her chair a bit. In a heated tone, she whispered to Ino. "He's a good ninja!"
Ino rolled her eyes. "Sure, and his super secret training with Jiraiya isn't just him reading a bunch of porn novels. Fine, I'll take back what I said about him being a loser; he's just a pervert."
Natsuki grabbed her books and stood up. "He is not a pervert, Ino!" She said, and left the classroom, hoping to catch up with her brother.
When Natsuki got home, her brothers room was closed. Natsuki gently knocked on it. "Naruto? Are you there?" She asked, straining her ears for a response. When none came, she stepped back. "I'll make dinner for tonight, okay? I'll bring it up when it's ready..."
Naruto dropped down into the tomb of the Shichinintai, adjusting his bag strap so it was firmly on his shoulder. He stepped forward to face the tombs, and closed his eyes, saying a short prayer, before grabbing the handle of Banryu. A wave of hatred and bloodlust passed through him, threatening to overwhelm him, bringing him to his knees.
He could feel his mind starting to rip apart from the Will that had been infused within the Zanbato, his veins feeling as if acid was flowing through him. He clenched his teeth together, holding back his cries of pain as he forced himself back up to his feet. 'I...wont lose here...'.
Naruto began forcing his chakra into the blade, attempting to establish his own bond with the sword, to create his own Will upon it. Banryu was shaking in his hands, giving off a purple aura that was slowly burning the skin off of his hands. Naruto's blood began dripping down the handle, onto the blade. The blade glowed red briefly, before reverting to its normal color, and Naruto felt as the horrible presence disappeared, Banryu glowing slightly as Naruto's hands were healed. "Regenerative abilities?"
Naruto slung Banryu onto a harness attached to his back, slightly stumbling from the weight of the sword. He brushed some hair out of his face, and stepped forward to Jakotsu's grave next, grabbing the Jakotsuto next. He expected to feel pain as he grabbed it, but when nothing happened, he slid it out completely. The blade was in a crescent moon shaped, and Naruto couldn't tell that it was actually several thin blades attached to each other by sight alone. He places Jakotsuto in another harness he had crafted, and strangely felt lighter than when solely carrying Banryu.
He began gathering the rest of the supplies in the tomb, mainly involving Medical Techniques, Chakra Controlled strength, and poison recipes. He did, however, sling a small sake gourd around his waist. The smell from the gourd smelt more like oil, and Naruto theorized he could utilize it in his Toad Jutsu's.
The thought of Toad Jutsu made him think of his sensei, but he ignored it in order to concentrate on gathering everything of value out of the tomb. 'Besides,' he thought to himself, 'Jiraiya will probably find me anyway...'
Natsuki looked down at the bowl of Ramen in her hands, her ultimate masterpiece that Ayame had helped her create. If anything could get Naruto to forget about his failure at the Academy, it would be this.
The Kyuubi's Jinchuuriki knocked on Naruto's door, happy that she could be the one to help him be happy again. She had noticed that he seemed fit to fall into random bouts of moodiness, and Natsuki didn't know the last time she had seen Naruto give an honest smile. All the kids in the class were starting to call him weird.
So happy was she at helping her brother that she practically ran into the room after she opened the door, not noticing the several explosive tags strapped around the room with wires. The only she noticed was a body laying on the floor.
A second later, Naruto Namikaze's room erupted in flames.
Naruto stiffened as he heard the sound of his room exploding, silently looking back as he raced off in the night. It was difficult to create all of the Explosive Tags, and even harder to find a suitable body that was just around his shape to provide the skeletal remains of his body.
Maybe the explosion would be blamed on Iwagakure. Than while Konoha is focusing on a possible war, Naruto can craft a new identity for himself.
Time for the Shichinintai to return...
He grinned as he placed his hand on the blade, feeling the cold steel brush against his fingertips. The sword still required to be bathed in blood before its full power could be shown...the power of Biju chakra gathered around the land.
An effeminate boy approached the forge, obviously a young Jakotsu. He looked interested at the sight of the blade. "Ah...So you did make it, Bankotsu." He said, obviously impressed at his friends blacksmithing. The sword truly was a great sight, but their was an underlying menace that sent a pleasant shiver through Jakotsu's body.
Bankotsu nodded, pleased with the result of his work. "I call it...Banryu..."
***
Naruto sat patiently in the classroom, waiting for Iruka to pass the results of the Final Exam around to the class. He knew that he had just barely passed his practical exam, failing to produce both a Bunshin or a Kawamiri. He did, however, get a perfect score his Accuracy test. He was pretty positive that his grade on the Written Exam would be high enough for him to pass, something that Naruto gave a hopeful smile towards.
The rest of the class were busy crowding around his sister, talking to her about one thing or another. Naruto didn't care that Natsuki was more popular than him anymore; he knew that he would end up the stronger sibling, in the end. He knew that he could never become Hokage, though, despite what Jiraiya said. The Village loved Natsuki too much, and with her training, parentage, and status as the Jinchuuriki, she was a shoo-in for Hokage.
Iruka, their academy teacher, stepped out of his office holding a large stack of folders. He began walking around the room, handing the folders to their respective students, occasionally giving congratulations or encouragement to try harder next time. He handed Natsuki her folder, gave a large 'Congrats!' and soon reached Naruto. "Sorry, Naruto. Try harder next time, okay?" The ten year old boy looked at his scores, ignoring the exuberant shout as Natsuki proclaimed her perfect scores, and scowled.
He knew he would get a low practical grade; he just wasn't a prodigy like his parents. But there was no way in hell that he got a 65 on his Written Exam. He had studied, read all of the books. He wasn't like Natsuki, who only trained for the practical...
Those ****ing *******s...Naruto's scowl deepened as he crumpled the scores, tossing them to the ground as he stormed out of the classroom. This was his chance to become a ninja, only to fail because the village wants his sister to be better than him...
He had enough of the villagers and their favoritism to his sister. He knew that no matter what he did, the village wouldn't recognize him as long as his sister was around. So there was only one thing to do. Leave Konoha, and prove himself without being hidden in the shadow of his family.
It was time for the Shichinintai to kill once more.
***
"Suki...Natsuki!" Ino yelled in her friends face, clapping her hands. Natsuki blinked, looking away from the door she had just seen her brother rush out of. 'Aniki...'
"So, your brother failed?" Ino asked, finally noticing her friends attention placed back on her.
"Yeah...It's weird, I know he studied really hard for the Written Exam." Natsuki said. "I don't know how I managed to get a perfect score..."
Ino scoffed. "Well, you're a prodigy, Natsuki. We learned to accept that a while ago." And it was true. Nearly all of the students in the class heard of how Natsuki became the Kyuubi Jinchuuriki, was the hero of Konoha, and had training from Tsunade of the Sannin and even the Sandaime Hokage. "You shouldn't feel bad that your loser of a brother failed."
"He's not a loser!" Natsuki yelled, bringing most of the classes attention onto her. She blushed, shrinking down into her chair a bit. In a heated tone, she whispered to Ino. "He's a good ninja!"
Ino rolled her eyes. "Sure, and his super secret training with Jiraiya isn't just him reading a bunch of porn novels. Fine, I'll take back what I said about him being a loser; he's just a pervert."
Natsuki grabbed her books and stood up. "He is not a pervert, Ino!" She said, and left the classroom, hoping to catch up with her brother.
When Natsuki got home, her brothers room was closed. Natsuki gently knocked on it. "Naruto? Are you there?" She asked, straining her ears for a response. When none came, she stepped back. "I'll make dinner for tonight, okay? I'll bring it up when it's ready..."
***
Naruto dropped down into the tomb of the Shichinintai, adjusting his bag strap so it was firmly on his shoulder. He stepped forward to face the tombs, and closed his eyes, saying a short prayer, before grabbing the handle of Banryu. A wave of hatred and bloodlust passed through him, threatening to overwhelm him, bringing him to his knees.
He could feel his mind starting to rip apart from the Will that had been infused within the Zanbato, his veins feeling as if acid was flowing through him. He clenched his teeth together, holding back his cries of pain as he forced himself back up to his feet. 'I...wont lose here...'.
Naruto began forcing his chakra into the blade, attempting to establish his own bond with the sword, to create his own Will upon it. Banryu was shaking in his hands, giving off a purple aura that was slowly burning the skin off of his hands. Naruto's blood began dripping down the handle, onto the blade. The blade glowed red briefly, before reverting to its normal color, and Naruto felt as the horrible presence disappeared, Banryu glowing slightly as Naruto's hands were healed. "Regenerative abilities?"
Naruto slung Banryu onto a harness attached to his back, slightly stumbling from the weight of the sword. He brushed some hair out of his face, and stepped forward to Jakotsu's grave next, grabbing the Jakotsuto next. He expected to feel pain as he grabbed it, but when nothing happened, he slid it out completely. The blade was in a crescent moon shaped, and Naruto couldn't tell that it was actually several thin blades attached to each other by sight alone. He places Jakotsuto in another harness he had crafted, and strangely felt lighter than when solely carrying Banryu.
He began gathering the rest of the supplies in the tomb, mainly involving Medical Techniques, Chakra Controlled strength, and poison recipes. He did, however, sling a small sake gourd around his waist. The smell from the gourd smelt more like oil, and Naruto theorized he could utilize it in his Toad Jutsu's.
The thought of Toad Jutsu made him think of his sensei, but he ignored it in order to concentrate on gathering everything of value out of the tomb. 'Besides,' he thought to himself, 'Jiraiya will probably find me anyway...'
Natsuki looked down at the bowl of Ramen in her hands, her ultimate masterpiece that Ayame had helped her create. If anything could get Naruto to forget about his failure at the Academy, it would be this.
The Kyuubi's Jinchuuriki knocked on Naruto's door, happy that she could be the one to help him be happy again. She had noticed that he seemed fit to fall into random bouts of moodiness, and Natsuki didn't know the last time she had seen Naruto give an honest smile. All the kids in the class were starting to call him weird.
So happy was she at helping her brother that she practically ran into the room after she opened the door, not noticing the several explosive tags strapped around the room with wires. The only she noticed was a body laying on the floor.
A second later, Naruto Namikaze's room erupted in flames.
***
Naruto stiffened as he heard the sound of his room exploding, silently looking back as he raced off in the night. It was difficult to create all of the Explosive Tags, and even harder to find a suitable body that was just around his shape to provide the skeletal remains of his body.
Maybe the explosion would be blamed on Iwagakure. Than while Konoha is focusing on a possible war, Naruto can craft a new identity for himself.
Time for the Shichinintai to return...