3 going to try to get a new chapter for one of my 3 fanfics every night so stay tuned. For Regulars and New readers you may find a regularly updated list of my fanfictions by following the link in my sig "Fanfics" Just scroll down to the most recent date.)Chapter 10: Kami
Months passed since Uzima returned home. The warm August days turned to the crisp night of October and finally the snow covered fields of early December. Uzima had naturally become much more fond of me and interested in the abilities that the other orphans and the banter of soldiers in the fortress mentioned. However, wanting to protect her I told her little of what I have experienced. Son Goku argeed with me on my action. Though Uzima was certainly safe now, her psyche has still not fully recovered. The experience wounded her young fragile mind. Son says it may be years before she recovers to a functioning level, if at all.
Kurama continued his weekly ceremony. Despite the miniscule amounts he drank once every week, the amount of liquid in the bottle had gone down considerably. I finally approached him about it, but he simply looked away and said it was something he had to do. I gave up on trying to figure him out. He was truelly stuborn.
I continued my training in the mountains behind Son Goku's hut. In the months spent after Uzima's rescue I fully mastered Kado (the way of fire), Mizudo (The way of water), Ishido (The way of Stone), Raido (The way of thunder), and Kazedo (The way of wind). I mastered controlling chakra. Without the Juubi's hair in my body anymore, I was forced to develope a new way to make chakra. After much meditiation, I was able to balance my body energy and my mind energy to create chakra in a rather efficient way. I could use chakra to hang from walls, scale trees, walk on water, increase my natural streangth and even shape it to make strings, make weapons sharper and make new variations of my elemental ways.
Upon finally honing my skill with a Katana, I came up with an interesting experiment. I stood before a large boulder that layed on the ground slightly slanted into the air. I drew the Katana and focused my chakra into it. I saw the blade resonate with the mysterious force from my body. I rushed forward and with one fell swoop, sliced the boulder cleanly in half. I watched as the upper portion of the boulder fell to the ground. But what surprised me more was when I looked behind where the boulder sat. The forrest that stood behind it had been nearly leveled.
"Perhaps that was too much chakra," I concluded.
After mastering everything that had been created by me before hand, I realized I had to approach the elephant in the room. The mastery of my eyes. The word rinne never really stopped resonating in the back of my head ever since son goku mentioned it. I said the word repeatedly, until it blurted out in another form.
"Rinnegan... Samsara eye..." I said slowly a few times before it stuck in my head like the suffix had only a moment before. "Yeah that sounds good."
Unlike my elemental chakra techniques and the general techniques, this was a horse of a different color. It seemed quite appearant that the abilities of my eyes worked differently then my normal techniques, but were still somehow chakra related. I tried for several weeks. I worked on the one skill I knew I possessed, but to no avail. The god like repulsion was out of reach. But as I mused I realized that I did have another ability.
"Kage bushindo (Way of shadow clones)" I said as a portion of my chakra collected in a space before me and an exact copy appeared before me in a cloud of smoke. I had the clone stand a good distance back, it's only job was to use Kado on me. If I failed I would be burned, but if I succeeded....
I was severely burned several times, until finally the desired result came about. The chakra in the flames returned to normal chakra and was absorbed by my body. A few more tries and I could use the technique at will.
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It was the new year, and the snow was fresh on the ground. I took a break from training. I sat in the outer yard of the orphanage, meditating with Son Goku. The other orphans played in the snow and Uzima walked around looking at the snow on the tree branches. It was so peaceful.
The snow suddenly fell from the trees. The vibrations of a massive horse-back riding army came our way. I took a deep breath and looked toward the direction it was coming from. I could see clearly from behind the trees and down the road, an army of at least 50 men, all in imperial armor rode up. They stopped at the gate and called from afar.
"Give us the witch child with red hair and purple eyes! He is wanted for the murder of high ranking military officers!" The most decorated soldier called out. Son Goku understood what was going on and rounded the other children inside. They watched from the windows. I held my ground and continued to meditate from my spot in the snow. The men simply stared at me. "If you will not resist then you will be taken in without force."
"You misinterpret me. I do not react because I know you cannot move me from this spot," I calmly said without opening my eyes. A clamour of confusion came about the men. The confusion turned to frustration which naturally turned to anger. Then the order came.
"He dare insult 50 imperial soldiers? He shall pay with his life. Kill him on the spot!" one of the soldiers announced. The others shouted in agreement. I listened as the ran toward me with their swords drawn. I opened my eyes. To me they seemed to move in slow motion. I raised my hand forward as I built up chakra. I silently asked myself for fogiveness.
These men will not leave here alive.
As their swords came inches from my face, only one thing escaped my lips.
"Shinra Tensei!"
As if a thousand tremendous huricanes swept through the forest, the men, their swords and all of their horses flew threw the air, like rag dolls being thrown by a child. They were like cherry blossem petals in the wind, being scattered as if they wieghed nothing. Half of the men died, the other half injured. Those that lived caried the corpses away in retreat.
I stood and faced my piers. I expected a look of fear. But what I saw was a streak of black hair as Uzima ran up and hugged me. She wept tears of joy as she buried her face in my chest. I was so happy to see her feeling better. I looked up to see the others surrounding me, asking me to "Teach them how to do that."
"Well my friend, it seems you have found your calling," I heard from Son Goku as he rested his hand on my shoulder.
