Espadara Uchiha
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A white ceiling filled Natsuki's vision as she woke up, a pain stretching over most of her chest, and a pounding headache. She tried to get out of the bed she was in, only to fall back in pain. Her mind tried to figure out where she was, struggling with the pain from her head. Out of the corner of her eye she could see an I.V. Drip, and she could barely feel the cord connecting her to it. So she was in the hospital, than.
'So...I'm in the Hospital. But...what happened?'
The last thing that Natsuki remembered was bringing food up to her brother, and the sight of someone lying on the floor as an explosion filled the room. 'Oh Kami...Aniki...'
The door to her room opened, as Tsunade entered the room. The Slug Sannin had a worried look on her face, pulling up a chair next to Natsuki and running a quick diagnostic jutsu, running her hands above Natsuki's body. Natsuki lied there, waiting for Tsunade to finish. "Tsunade-sensei...what happened?"
Tsunade looked down at Natsuki, thinking of what to tell her. She was young when she lost her brother too, and she didn't want Natsuki to feel the same pain she felt all those years ago. "Natsuki...your brother...He didn't make it. I'm sorry."
Natsuki stayed there in stunned silence, shock covering her face. "What do you mean?" She asked, before screaming at Tsunade. "What did you say, Tsunade!" She yelled, tears streaming down her face.
"An explosion went off in Naruto's room. We found the body of a ten year old in the rubble. We don't know yet whether the explosion was caused by someone from Iwagakures Explosion Corps, or explosive notes. I...I'm sorry." Tsunade hated seeing Natsuki like this, looking so lost and broken.
Tsunade didn't pay much attention to Naruto, much to her regret. She had always convinced herself that Natsuki was the one who needed more training, more gifts to protect the village. Naruto just looked so much like his father that it was hard to imagine him as something other than a prodigy. When Jiraiya had taken over Naruto's training, Tsunade had felt as though that situation was done with.
But it wasn't. And it wouldn't be, no matter how hard Tsunade tried. Natsuki would always have the burn scars covering her chest and some of her neck. A reminder of the day her brother was taken from her.
Jiraiya watched as the squad of ANBU did their investigation of his apprentice's room, trying to conclude who was responsible for the blast that had killed the sole male heir of the Yondaime. The Toad Sage forced his tears not to fall as he thought about Naruto. In him, he had found the perfect apprentice! Hard working, willing to listen to whatever lesson Jiraiya had that day, and he was a pervert, just like Jiraiya!
Jiraiya's attention was brought to a loose wire hanging from the corner of the sealing, its ending frayed. Jiraiya felt the wire with his hand, realizing just who this wire belonged to; Naruto.
But Jiraiya knew that Naruto kept his supplies with him at practically all times, and what use would he have for hanging ninja wire? A quick look around the wreckage revealed wires attached to all four corners of the room, with a bigger piece on the broken door handle.
Either this was a well thought out trap to kill the male Namikaze...Jiraiya's eyes narrowed as a second theory hit him. Or, Naruto had decided to fake his death and make a run for it.
'That would be the smart thing to do...he must've took advantage of both the fact that it was an explosion and Natsuki getting injured to force the Village to focus more on Internal Security than to notice a ten year old boy who should be dead escaped...' Jiraiya thought to himself. If he took the matter to the Sandaime, and Naruto would be captured...but if Hiruzen knew, than Danzo would know, and could use the case of Naruto fleeing to place him in Root...
Maybe he should ask for a vacation, do some research, clear his head. On the way, he could find Naruto and hopefully work out some plan. If Hiruzen attempted to deny him of it, he could always cite grief as to why he needs a vacation.
Naruto walked softly in the forest outside of Konoha, Banryū and Jakotsutō slung over his back, a gourd attacked to his belt. He would occasionally withdraw Jakotsutō and attempt to slash something with it, only for his aim to be off. "Shit...this is harder than I thought it would be." And it was. Jakotsutō was a blade originally crafted for the Uchiha, requiring the Sharingan to use properly. At least, until Jakotsu stole the blade and used it better than its previous Uchiha wielders.
Naruto himself was still struggling with the fact he had successfully escaped Konohagakure, a village that would never let a child of one of their Hokage leave the village without permission. This brought dark thoughts within the young boys mind. To him, Konoha was either weak and didn't deserve Naruto, or they didn't consider him the son of their Yondaime.
The ten year old knew that there were several villagers in the latter case; Naruto had overheard Natsuki being called the Yondaime's only child, even when he was in the same room. One woman had even told him that she thought Namikaze was just a common name.
He sighed, flicking his wrist and watching as Jakotsutō slashed a tree branch. A smile graced his face when this happened, even though he was aiming for a completely different branch. "It seems...hm, the sword relies on gently movement of the wrist." He peered down at the blade, noticing the thin blades. "This sword will be difficult to master."
There was nothing for it, than. Naruto kept practicing with Jakotsutō, trying to get as much training as he could as he walked. Placing Jakotsutō on his back, he pulled out a map from his pocket. "Seems I'm heading towards Sunagakure..." He trailed off, before putting the map back in his pocket. While Sunagakure was an ally of Konoha, Naruto knew that relations between the two villages were beginning to waver. Maybe Naruto could rest there for a few days.
And so he continued down the path, his mind off of the matter of him leaving Konoha. It was time he crafted his own destiny, away from the shadow of his family.
'So...I'm in the Hospital. But...what happened?'
The last thing that Natsuki remembered was bringing food up to her brother, and the sight of someone lying on the floor as an explosion filled the room. 'Oh Kami...Aniki...'
The door to her room opened, as Tsunade entered the room. The Slug Sannin had a worried look on her face, pulling up a chair next to Natsuki and running a quick diagnostic jutsu, running her hands above Natsuki's body. Natsuki lied there, waiting for Tsunade to finish. "Tsunade-sensei...what happened?"
Tsunade looked down at Natsuki, thinking of what to tell her. She was young when she lost her brother too, and she didn't want Natsuki to feel the same pain she felt all those years ago. "Natsuki...your brother...He didn't make it. I'm sorry."
Natsuki stayed there in stunned silence, shock covering her face. "What do you mean?" She asked, before screaming at Tsunade. "What did you say, Tsunade!" She yelled, tears streaming down her face.
"An explosion went off in Naruto's room. We found the body of a ten year old in the rubble. We don't know yet whether the explosion was caused by someone from Iwagakures Explosion Corps, or explosive notes. I...I'm sorry." Tsunade hated seeing Natsuki like this, looking so lost and broken.
Tsunade didn't pay much attention to Naruto, much to her regret. She had always convinced herself that Natsuki was the one who needed more training, more gifts to protect the village. Naruto just looked so much like his father that it was hard to imagine him as something other than a prodigy. When Jiraiya had taken over Naruto's training, Tsunade had felt as though that situation was done with.
But it wasn't. And it wouldn't be, no matter how hard Tsunade tried. Natsuki would always have the burn scars covering her chest and some of her neck. A reminder of the day her brother was taken from her.
***
Jiraiya watched as the squad of ANBU did their investigation of his apprentice's room, trying to conclude who was responsible for the blast that had killed the sole male heir of the Yondaime. The Toad Sage forced his tears not to fall as he thought about Naruto. In him, he had found the perfect apprentice! Hard working, willing to listen to whatever lesson Jiraiya had that day, and he was a pervert, just like Jiraiya!
Jiraiya's attention was brought to a loose wire hanging from the corner of the sealing, its ending frayed. Jiraiya felt the wire with his hand, realizing just who this wire belonged to; Naruto.
But Jiraiya knew that Naruto kept his supplies with him at practically all times, and what use would he have for hanging ninja wire? A quick look around the wreckage revealed wires attached to all four corners of the room, with a bigger piece on the broken door handle.
Either this was a well thought out trap to kill the male Namikaze...Jiraiya's eyes narrowed as a second theory hit him. Or, Naruto had decided to fake his death and make a run for it.
'That would be the smart thing to do...he must've took advantage of both the fact that it was an explosion and Natsuki getting injured to force the Village to focus more on Internal Security than to notice a ten year old boy who should be dead escaped...' Jiraiya thought to himself. If he took the matter to the Sandaime, and Naruto would be captured...but if Hiruzen knew, than Danzo would know, and could use the case of Naruto fleeing to place him in Root...
Maybe he should ask for a vacation, do some research, clear his head. On the way, he could find Naruto and hopefully work out some plan. If Hiruzen attempted to deny him of it, he could always cite grief as to why he needs a vacation.
***
Naruto walked softly in the forest outside of Konoha, Banryū and Jakotsutō slung over his back, a gourd attacked to his belt. He would occasionally withdraw Jakotsutō and attempt to slash something with it, only for his aim to be off. "Shit...this is harder than I thought it would be." And it was. Jakotsutō was a blade originally crafted for the Uchiha, requiring the Sharingan to use properly. At least, until Jakotsu stole the blade and used it better than its previous Uchiha wielders.
Naruto himself was still struggling with the fact he had successfully escaped Konohagakure, a village that would never let a child of one of their Hokage leave the village without permission. This brought dark thoughts within the young boys mind. To him, Konoha was either weak and didn't deserve Naruto, or they didn't consider him the son of their Yondaime.
The ten year old knew that there were several villagers in the latter case; Naruto had overheard Natsuki being called the Yondaime's only child, even when he was in the same room. One woman had even told him that she thought Namikaze was just a common name.
He sighed, flicking his wrist and watching as Jakotsutō slashed a tree branch. A smile graced his face when this happened, even though he was aiming for a completely different branch. "It seems...hm, the sword relies on gently movement of the wrist." He peered down at the blade, noticing the thin blades. "This sword will be difficult to master."
There was nothing for it, than. Naruto kept practicing with Jakotsutō, trying to get as much training as he could as he walked. Placing Jakotsutō on his back, he pulled out a map from his pocket. "Seems I'm heading towards Sunagakure..." He trailed off, before putting the map back in his pocket. While Sunagakure was an ally of Konoha, Naruto knew that relations between the two villages were beginning to waver. Maybe Naruto could rest there for a few days.
And so he continued down the path, his mind off of the matter of him leaving Konoha. It was time he crafted his own destiny, away from the shadow of his family.
