AN: Hello it's nice to meet you. As you can see, this is my first story, and the first chapter at that. As such, I want you to be as brutal as possible in reviews! I need to know where I screwed up, so that I can get better! I have two people who have agreed to beta, unfortunately one is a stoner and the other is kind of lazy. So, yeah... Anyways, this chapter is self edited and as such there will be errors. I also wish to note that this chapter will be heavily edited and changed once they get to it. Without further ado, here's my story! As a heads up, the first several chapters will be rather slow (need to train the boy before we throw him to wolves!) and it will be rather descriptive in the violence, especially later on.
"Hello" is speech
'thoughts'
"Henge" will be techniques
"Ningen" will be anything with a voice of power (think echoing, demonic, etc.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Naruto is property of Masashi Kishimoto and Star Wars of Disney.
52 BBY Month 10
Faster, he had to move faster. The man was chasing him. The villagers were always nasty, they never liked him, though he didn't know why. But, normally, the village's ninja generally treated him neutrally or just ignored him. Well, except for Jiji and some of the ANBU, but they were in the minority.
Naruto couldn't believe he had screwed up like this though. He knew the man was drunk, he knew it, but he had been so hungry. He loved Ichiraku's, he considered the two who owned the shop to be some of his most precious people, but ramen alone wasn't enough to live on. And the man had just left nearly his entire meal in the trash.
Of course, when the ninja had picked him up, he thought the worst that would happen was that he would be hit, but the man threw him out into the middle of the street instead. And there were just enough villagers, who were just drunk enough, and just bored enough to hold a round of "Fox Hunting".
And they did; chasing him for a while, some throwing garbage or rocks. Nothing too serious though. Just a few bruises, a busted nose, just enough blood to sate most of them. Yet the ninja had not been satisfied with just a bit of blood. The drunken shinobi ran the kid out of the village proper, towards the training grounds; no one would be there with the festival going on.
"You killed my wife you demon!"
"Please, I haven't hurt anyone." He whimpered. Just go away, just please let me run far enough. A forest! Maybe if he could get into the forest he could hide. The man was a ninja, but he was also drunk, and Naruto knew he was small.
"Fuck you, you monster!"
Naruto gasped as he felt something hit him in the arm. A kunai! The man was going to kill him, he had to get away!
After what felt like hours of running, he realized he couldn't hear the shinobi anymore. Naruto stood still and listened, waiting for the crack of a twig, a rustle of a bush, anything that would let him know he wasn't alone. Nothing, except the occasional bird and the insects all around him. However, he now realized he had no idea of where he was. He knew he was still in the village, that much was sure, but all he remembered was that the shinobi had chased in the general direction of the training grounds.
Sitting there, he let his mind drift back over his whole life. No one had ever tried to kill him before. On the worst days, always around if not on his birthday, he'd have rocks and garbage thrown at him. Usually the shinobi would either glare at him or smirk when he was hit with something. Whenever it got too bad ANBU would always force the violent civilians away, so it wasn't like he ever to deal with mobs.
Hell the worst thing that had happened was a year ago, when he left the hell hole everyone else called an orphanage, had been when a ten year old boy had gathered a bunch of his friends, convinced them to start a "fox hunt" and chased him for an hour or so before they got bored. He hadn't been hurt too badly and they had been great training for dodging projectiles so he really didn't mind too much. What was worse was when the drunks who had been encouraging them up to that point had been too far into their cups and decided to join in the fun. Naruto thanked every kami that was that the drunks had terrible aim.
He was scared then and he was scared now. Fighting back tears, he hadn't wept since he was three and he wasn't going to now, he held his knees to his chest and took deep breaths until he was feeling better. It wasn't like he hadn't helped a few people after all. The Ichiraku's were really nice to him and he made sure none of the drunks ever got too fresh with Ayame. He was the demon child, he was far from deaf, and more than capable of spilling boiling hot broth on someone's lap and making it seem like an accident. He even let himself smile as he thought about the blind girl he saved from taking a beating.
Naruto had never liked it when people who were innocent were hurt. It…frustrated him. He always felt like he should defend those kinds of people because he knew he was strong enough to handle it. Now….now he knew he was just fooling himself. Because he couldn't even wait until a drunk shinobi had left to grab some food, he had taken a kunai to the shoulder and been chased into a training ground.
Even Jiji would have been annoyed with him for making such a rookie mistake.
It was at that moment he heard a loud growl. Slowly, very, very slowly, he turned around. Looking behind him, maybe ten meters away, was a pair of very big, very bright yellow eyes. It must've smelt the blood from his arm. He had to do something!
Naruto grit his teeth, grabbed onto the kunai in his arm, and pulled. After a moment of intense pain, and a yelp, the knife was free and the animal was attacking. Just before the animal pounced Naruto brought the knife up and grabbed it with both arms, sending a jolt of pain through his injured arm, but he planted himself in a wide stance and marshaled what strength an exhausted, injured, malnourished six year old could.
When the creature hit him, he fell with the animal on top of him, and they rolled. Somehow, he had been standing just before a drop off of some kind and as they tumbled towards the ground Naruto's last thought was that maybe his next life would be easier.
Naruto groaned, his whole body ached. And with that thought he shot up, scrambling backwards until he hit the bark of a tree. Desperately looking around, panicking that the monster…might…get him. It had been a rabbit. Yes, the rabbit was the same size he was, but it was a freaking rabbit! He wanted to be Hokage and a freaking rodent had taken him down.
Looking around, he also realized he had absolutely no idea where he was. More so than last night even. He remembered he was in the training grounds, so he shouldn't be too far away from the village, but which way to go?
Deciding that he'd never get anywhere standing around (and somewhat hoping that he might be able to find something to eat), he simply started walking, following a small game trail. After perhaps four hours of walking, he came across a small creek, realizing he hadn't had anything to drink since the day before, he happily drank his fill. However, he had to keep going, so he simply started walking again.
Another two hours came and went before he arrived at a small clearing, spattered with what he recognized as dried blood. Calming down took a short while, but after his latest scare he started looking around, hoping to find something. What, he didn't know, but something useful…probably. Hopefully food! Or a map, or kunai, or maybe even a- and that's when he came across it. A badly decomposed body, with only scraps of clothing and most of its smaller bones missing, and several very rusty kunai sticking out of what used to be its chest.
After his third scare, which he calmed down from even faster than the other two, he figured that he ought to at least search the body. Walking up to it and removing the kunai, rusted to uselessness, but somewhat comforting in their weight, he found only one other thing. A small packet of documents.
Sitting down on a fallen log, a good ways from the body, he opened up the packet.
"Have you seen that cat…, boring, the cat was caught the other day, this one is boring too, man all of these seem to be about some cat, doesn't seem like something worth dying over, but this is…a MAP!"
Finding a small fold out map and opening it, his eyes were immediately drawn to the red X drawn in a far off corner. "Wait, maybe the cat wasn't a cat, maybe it was a code word…for…treasure." The boy whispered. Codes, secrets, a map with a red X, it could only mean a secret treasure. Living on the streets taught him the value of money and a treasure would definitely let him get more to eat. Maybe the Hokage would even make him a ninja if the treasure was important enough!
Looking up at the sky the sun was going down, so that was west, and the map had the symbol for a mountain near the X, and the X was in the top right corner, meaning it was in the north east of the forest! Deciding to put the sun to his back and start walking, perhaps not his best idea considering his complete lack of supplies or equipment (excluding a few rusty kunai), Naruto was determined to find this treasure and make the Hokage acknowledge him as a ninja!
Three Days Later
Naruto groaned, he had been in this forest for four days now and he had no idea where he was. He knew he had to reach the northeastern corner, find some low mountains or hills, then get to the eastern base of the mountains; that was where the treasure was. But it was turning out to be much harder than he thought it would be. Right now, all he could see were the hills in the distance, but they still looked so far away.
Luckily he already knew the Kawarimi no Jutsu (substitution technique) and the Henge no Jutsu (transformation technique), otherwise he doubted he could have scared off those wolves or escaped those giant leeches. Though he regretted that he just couldn't get that stupid clone down, it could have been so useful against that massive snake.
However, he was rather happy as he had found no less than three dead ninja! After the first body, the corpses weren't so scary; he had even found some old rations, a tanto, and even some basic chakra training scrolls! The first, and best, of the scrolls talked about the five basic elemental exercises, the second had explained how to tree walk and water walk, and the third had explained the basic leaf, pebble, and sand exercises. He was going to have so much training to do when he got back!
Unfortunately, that was when he heard a loud roar behind him. In a panic he pushed chakra out of his feet, hopefully allowing him to jump away from whatever was coming for him now. What happened was him pushing far, far too much chakra out of his left foot, throwing his leg up into the air, channeling his energy into the ground, and slamming him into said ground. Rather thoroughly winding him.
Panting, seeing spots, he had no chance of dodging the massive paw that crashed into him. Fading from consciousness, he saw what he now confirmed was a truly terrifying giant bear, rearing on it's hind legs and smashing into the ground where his body just was.
Feeling the ground beneath him shifting, Naruto tried to stand up, only for the bear to begin charging him.
"Damn, damn, damn, what am I going to do?" shouted the boy, reaching for his scavenged tanto. Too out of it to dodge, he braced himself, once again prepared to die. "And I was so close to finding that treasure, so close to making Jiji acknowledge me." Naruto, with tears welling in his eyes, stood ready to receive the charging animal, betting on a single swipe, with all his strength, ready to fight to the bitter end.
Then, a rattling filled the air, the sound of the Shinigami's chains, the sound of death. The bear stumbled, but began to only charge faster and just as the animal reached him Naruto slashed downwards with all his might. The strike was too early, missing the animal by several centimeters, but what surprised the boy were the massive chains impaling the animal. Blue chains, ending in what looked like a spear point pierced the animal from nine different directions, skewering the animal, and pinning it to the ground.
Which he now noticed was spider webbed with large cracks. And just as he noticed his chakra decreasing, in a panic shutting off its flow, the ground opened wide, swallowing him and the bear whole. While falling he was struck with debris and bits of earth multiple times finally hitting the ground with great force, just in time for the bear's corpse to land on most of his body, breaking many, many bones. Blessedly, he blacked out, his last thought being 'At least the damn bear didn't get me'.
Deep below the earth, machines dormant for many, many, many years stirred. Three thoughts going through their synthetic minds 'A breach in the tunnels', then it was 'Respond to security threat', and finally 'Awaken the master'.
While a squad of security droids escorted a trio of construction machines to repair the damaged tunnel, the bases medical machines began injecting cocktails into their one patient. As he stirred and twitched in his kolto tank, the construction dorids had just finished moving the rubble. Noticing a single boy underneath the corpse of one of this world's predators, the machines readied their rifles. Only for a single command to reach them.
Revan, for the first time in a very long time, felt the Force. And it was screaming at him to stop these machines. He stirred, through the haze of the drugs and the intense, biting pain, struggling to grab onto the Force. It felt so far away, like a whisper, instead of a roar. What was wrong with him he wondered? He would figure that out later, the machines must be stopped.
Reaching out with the Force, he found the bases command systems, somehow sensitive to that energy. And while he doubted the machine could use the Force, he could impart his orders. With the one thing he could tell them being "Do not kill the child." How he could tell that was what he should say, he didn't know; all he knew was that was what he must say. And so he slipped back into the world of dreams as the pain and the drugs and his exertion became too much for him.
The machines hesitated; their master ordered them not to kill the child, easy enough. But it was dying, should they save it? Yes, the master would not have intervened if he didn't want it for later. So dispatching most of the medical droids, they prepared to gather the child. Moving rubble and animal aside, they surveyed the damage; 'Severe, should be fatal, yet it is already healing, how?' And subroutines not used for six millennia activated and the machines picked up the child, well, most of it.
Bringing it to a secondary medical facility, they began preparing the boy for the first of many surgeries. Injections of bacta, to stabilize him, anesthesia to ensure it does not awake, remove the clothes and its artifacts, secure them in a patient locker, and finally begin the surgery. And so they did, they worked on his body, amazingly the child responded much faster than they expected, cuts had to be redone, incisions deepened, bones rebroken, but still, they worked. Eventually they placed it into a modified kolto tank, one with many devices, gauges, and needles that were not present in the usual tanks. As they read its data more subroutines activated, it was at least partially human, but its DNA was far more efficient, most, maybe all, of the junk DNA or duplicates removed, the whole strand simplified, things they had never seen before were there, but still, they worked. His DNA could handle it, he, for it was now a he, could survive the process, his healing factor guaranteed it. So they began their mistress's most ambitious project, the one thing she never completed.
Revan felt the pain recede some, not much, but just enough for him to wake. His whole body felt as if he had been set on fire, he ached, but he could push it off to the side. He turned what little Force energy he could to healing himself and slipped back into the darkness. Again, he awoke, and again he returned after healing himself again and again. However, as time passed he could feel something in the Force. It was Dark and it grew every time he awoke. Eventually, its power began to remind him of his own. As time went on he felt it, like a wound in the Force itself, bleed the dark side around it. He himself had once been that dark, yet he had turned back to the light, defeated his fallen apprentice, and saved the Jedi. But in the end he saw the Jedi falter. Not like he had, for his memories as Darth Revan were his once more, no, they had grown…complacent, stagnant, and corrupt. He turned from them once again, going to confront the emperor of the true Sith empire by himself, but he remembered nothing past that.
A loud beep interrupted his musing, "Ah Master, it is good to see you awake. I had feared my medical programming had failed", came a rather happy tone. With that, his tank began to bubble, his whole body shook, and the tank slowly emptied. Medical droids came out, carrying a robe and a towel. After drying his body, they covered him.
"Machine, what is your designation?"
"My designation is the Autonomous Research and Medical Rehabilitation facility or ARMR for short."
"Where are we located?"
"We are currently on the far western edge of the uncharted territories. This planet's designation is P-001879, as it was the one thousandth eight hundred and seventy ninth planet to have an outpost or colony on it."
"And who developed these outposts or colonies?"
"My mistress was, as I fear her dead, Darth Treya, or Meetra Surik as you knew her."
"Surik? My general? Wait, when did she become a Sith?" She was one of the few-and with that word, he remembered. The Jedi had stripped her power from her, exiled her, that one of the few people he had trusted had been treated so poorly had angered him. Therefore, when Jedi began to disappear, he ignored it, going to face his true foe, not this new one. Of course, he saw them, in the shadows; he felt them, though others did not. For some reason he also knew they were not his to defeat. And he let the Jedi face this new threat, hoping it would force them to grow or at least drive them to change.
"Master, after your second attempt on the emperor, Jedi began to disappear en masse. Hoping to discern what was killing them they met upon the homeworld of the miraluka. There Darth Nihlus destroyed them all."
"How?"
"He devoured them."
"A variant of the death field technique, but on such a scale… does he yet live?"
"No, mistress Treya slew him, Darth Sion, and the original Darth Treya, during a series of battles determining the fate of the galaxy approximately ten years after your disappearance."
"So those were the ones hunting the Jedi. Huh, glad that she regained her powers then. Now, my last question for the moment is; what in the hell am I sensing?"
"Clarify."
"I sense, with greatly diminished powers I might add, a huge source of dark side Force energy about two kilometers from here."
"Ah, yes, that is the child you saved. To answer your second question, he was used in an experiment to revive the Sith species. I am rather proud to say that it was far more successful than even Mistress expected."
"Take me to him."
"Please follow the security droids."
With that, a door opened and a pair of droids carrying blaster rifles stepped into the room. Revan walked towards them as they turned around and followed them into an open hallway. Like the room he had awoken in, the walls were painted white with various colored lines on them. He assumed they led to major areas, the mess, barracks, the medical center, and so on. After thirty minutes or so of walking, he had arrived at a room with a reinforced security door, no lines leading to it, and as he walked toward it, he physically felt the locks disengaging.
As he walked through a decontamination chamber he felt the child's power, he, the child, was as powerful as he was at his height, and likely completely untrained, considering how wild the power felt. Revan pondered his choices, deciding to search the boy's mind first, as it would be better to avoid awakening a monster. Once he stood in front of the single shielded kolto tank in use he extended his senses, following the trail of the Force, only to find a barrier of some kind blocking him. Searching the barrier, he found thirty-six points where it seemed particularly strong, but there were weak spots, and Revan was a very talented…what was he anymore? Jedi, Sith, exile, traitor, no, he was none of them. That was the truth, he was neither. Both had their flaws, but he felt far more sympathy for the path of the Sith. Not the wild impulsive destruction, but acting. The Jedi way always led to apathy. However, this was a thought for another time.
He felt flaws in this field and he slipped inside, only to find himself in what seemed to be a truly ancient Sith tomb. He saw a series of runes carved along the walls, several red, but most were blue or black. He also felt two presences. Walking he found himself in the heart of the tomb, faceless Sith statues looking down upon a raised dais, upon which a sarcophagus rested, the boy most likely, but as he walked, he felt a void. A place where there was simply no Force energy and he felt it was beneath the dais. And as he looked, he felt truly incredible malice, and finally a massive power. One that dwarfed him, it wasn't the Force, rather it was a dead zone in the Force, almost enough to push him out, and he could tell it was sleeping.
Looking at the strange symbols covering the dais, he realized that he, with his knowledge of more than seven hundred languages, had never seen them before. They reminded him vaguely of Sith runes, perhaps some of their magic? But he had never before seen these exact symbols. Maybe the answers lay with the boy, perhaps, but still he should be careful.
And so he approached the tomb, reaching out with the Force as he did so. As he touched the boy's mind, he used extreme care as he slipped through his thoughts, mostly of pain, into his memories. In doing so, he felt anger burning in his gut for the first time since the genocide of the Cathar. He had taken great care to control his emotions over the years, but living this child's neglect and abuse pained him. The extreme isolation, the attacks, having stones or garbage thrown at him, mostly on his birthdays, the beatings, mostly from drunk civilians, occasionally drunk ninja, never where the masked men could see it, it was enough to truly anger the ancient warrior. Already noticing a pattern, Revan realized the abuse always peaked on 'October 10th', never in the presence of the masked men or 'Jiji', the leader of these people.
The boy's birthday, the date of a festival, and the date of an attack on their village six years ago. Moreover, the boy was six. So an orphan of the attack? But what attacked, a powerful creature, the Kyuubi? Maybe, probably, the creature inside of him was what attacked the village. That would explain their hatred of him. Still.
Another emotion he thought long buried, sympathy. This child, so young, and an attempt on his life, the…torture, yes it was torture, he had endured, and so much innocence. Yet one thing overshadowed his innocence, his potential. Ignoring his strength in the Force, this strange energy, 'chakra' he called it, and a 'kekkai genkai' of some kind showed a great deal of promise. The boy's relationship and protection by the leader of the village showed a stronger than normal association, an important one to the boy, his name 'Naruto', meaning he was the son of someone very important. But why neglect him, politics probably, but he needed confirmation.
However, whatever he decided to do, he could benefit from training the boy, and he did feel bad for him. Perhaps it was time for him to take another apprentice. Hopefully it would turn out better for him this time around. Revan chuckled; he doubted the boy would turn on him, considering the abuse he had suffered. Rather Naruto would cling to him like a drowning man to a life raft. Yes, he would be able to trust the boy, rely on him, and most importantly, the boy would be very, very powerful. Maybe one day he would even surpass Revan himself.
"Awaken!" With that Naruto stirred, his body healed, covered in terrible scars, yet nothing that restricted his movement, he felt more than he ever had before. For some reason he was so heavy. He now realized that he was in a tank filled with something a bit thicker than water, and a strange device on his mouth let him breathe. Without panicking, he looked about, seeing nothing but pitch darkness, he felt fear well up within him. Just before he began thrashing he felt the fluid began to drain and a bright light strike his eyes. Shutting them tight, he fell to the bottom of the now exposed medical tube. Just as the last of the fluid had slipped through the bottom, a loud hiss filled his ears.
Feeling himself fall, he threw his arms out before himself, and they responded far too quickly. And his arms were red! He seemed to almost be falling in slow motion, and striking the floor, his body felt so light. It was too light, his body now felt like he only weighed five maybe ten kilos. Looking up he noticed a strange man standing before him; waist length black hair, grey eyes, no shoes, and black, unadorned robes. Naruto noticed he could see the individual stitching on the robes, small imperfections on the man's stern face. He could smell twenty different chemicals coming from him as well. They smelled like a hospital smelt, only much stronger, with far greater variations between them. And everything seemed so loud; a few monitors were beeping, the man's heart, his own heart. How could he hear their hearts!? What was going on!
"Calm yourself young one" uttered the man in perfect Japanese, "I mean you no harm."
"Who…who are you?" stuttered Naruto in response.
"My name is Revan, what's yours?"
"Uzumaki Naruto…"
"That's a very nice name Naruto. Now, please dry yourself off, and put on these robes." said the man as two medical droids handed him a towel and a set of gray robes. Naruto, blushing accepted both, and after drying himself noticed that these robes, while simple, were very well made, and even had slits for his…additions to fit through.
"Um, excuse me Revan-san…"
"Just Revan, the honorific…bothers me."
"Okay then, Revan why was I in that tank, why do I feel strange, what is this place, where is this place, and what do you plan on doing with me?"
"Slow down, slow down" chuckled Revan "First, you were injured terribly, a bear struck you and part of a tunnel collapsed on you. Secondly, you feel strange because to save you, the machines in this place changed you, look at your reflection."
Looking at the now closed tube he had been in, he saw his reflection in the glass and gasped. His skin was red, his eyes were yellow, his teeth were sharp, he had strange formations where his eyebrows used to be, his hair was black, his fingernails were claws and black as well, he had spikes coming from his elbows, and he only had two toes, with another spike coming from his heel! What had they done to him!? What was he!? He was a monster now, just like the villagers always said. Naruto began to grow angry, incredibly so. He would show those bastards what a real monster was! As he thought this, his power spiked, damaging the two nearby security droids.
"Calm yourself." Ordered Revan, and somehow Naruto began to calm down. "Calm Naruto, you are not a monster. However, you are only half human now. Half of you is now Sith in origin. A combination of massassi and kissai Sith I believe."
"I heard your voice in the tank, you told me to wake up."
"Yes I did and I'm very glad you woke up. I was worried you might decide to sleep forever. Now, your third question, as to what this place is, it is a research and medical facility, designed initially to heal me, though you seem to have joined me as a patient of this place."
"Why did you do this to me?"
"I did nothing. These machines were the ones who changed you. ARMR, what was the exact reason you changed him?"
"Ah, master, he had a healing factor. All other subjects failed to survive the change. We decided that as he would be crippled for life if he did not undergo the change, he would be happier with the experiment than without."
"I understand. So what happens now Revan?"
"Well, Naruto that depends on you. You have a great deal of potential as a student of the Force. Considering your new form you'll need to be able to defend yourself from those that what harm you, it would be very beneficial to learn the combat skills I can offer. And if you so desire, I will take you on as a full apprentice."
"What's the Force?"
"Surely you feel it around you? All things, living or otherwise, have some presence in the Force. Even the machines you damaged and the medical droids would have some spark. You are far too powerful not to feel them, much less myself, even damaged as I am."
"I…I feel like I have a fire in my belly, but it's cold. So cold it almost hurts. I can…maybe…it's like a whisper, but from so far away…I'm sorry."
"Do not apologize. It's likely your other energy, chakra I believe it was called, is suppressing your Force abilities. Chakra seems to form a kind of barrier to the Force, though it is not enough to completely cut you off, powerful as you are, from my sensory abilities, as it is not a perfect barrier. Though I imagine with training it could do so."
"So you could train me in this "Force", maybe…are you a shinobi then?"
"No, I am not. However, many of my skills and techniques would be useful to a shinobi. Why do you ask?"
"I want to…wanted to become a shinobi, to make to the people of my village acknowledge me. They call me monster, demon, most of them ignore me, if I'm lucky. I just didn't want to be alone."
"Perhaps you still could become a shinobi. I'll train you to the best of my ability and help you to grow as a shinobi as much as possible. I may not know the techniques of a shinobi, but I know how to train assassins and infiltrators very well. So, do you accept my help?"
"Yes, Revan."
"Good. Now, that I am your teacher you are to refer to me as master. I will explain why to you once we begin your training. For now, rest. ARMR, show him the way to a room, provide him with whatever he needs."
"Acknowledged master, please follow the green line Naruto."
"Yes…master."
30 minutes later
Revan was confused, he had thought the boy was mainly human, but these recordings were insane. His healing factor was ridiculous, not to mention the truly terrifying genetic manipulation. His pre-change DNA could only be described as improved above and beyond the most advanced gene therapy. No redundancies, no junk DNA, the propensity for a huge number of common human ailments removed. And the unknown strands, they might account for the seemingly impossible feats in the boy's memories. Revan had seen and done more than almost any other Sith or Jedi he had ever heard of, yet much of what the boy remembered, not thought or imagined, but remembered just seemed impossible. But that would have to be investigated later, after he healed, or at least when the boy was trained.
"ARMR, explain the breakdown of his genetic code one more time."
"Certainly, master. Pre change, his DNA contained approximately 60.432% of the strands normally found in baseline humans. However, the super majority, approximately 99.221%, of the missing strands were duplicates, genetic dead ends, or carried junk code. The remaining alterations are almost entirely new strands. Many of them can be traced back to baseline human traits, mostly affecting the pigmentation of various body parts, yet the rest seem to express themselves in variety of different ways, including the production of an entirely different set of organs parallel to the nervous system. Interestingly enough, there appears to be no less than four strands of dormant genetic information and a strand that seems to have only recently activated."
"Curious, perhaps it was the ability he used to kill the bear. He vaguely knew something about 'kekkai genkai' or bloodline limits. Naruto seems to have been almost completely neglected and his education is abysmal. I will have to rectify that as quickly as possible. I wonder…ARMR, is it possible to activate the dormant strands?"
"Yes master, I altered as little unknown DNA as possible, integrating the Sith strands rather than overwriting his DNA."
"Explain the totality of the changes to me, I may not be an expert on xenobiology, but I've never seen a pureblood look like that. Not to mention he felt far too powerful, especially behind a barrier like the one his chakra created."
"Mistress Surik was not interested in simply recreating the Sith species, but rather perfecting the evolution of such a powerfully Force sensitive species. She was hunted by both the Sith Empire and the Trade Republic. Her student's students hunted her as well as the ones who brainwashed you. It was her understanding that she needed soldiers capable of winning a very bloody, very long war."
"Understood, but what were the exact changes she made and why did she fail?"
"Mistress Surik mixed massassi and kissai Sith DNA to exploit the enhanced physical attributes of the warrior caste and the natural Force talents of the priest caste. So his senses, all five of them, are increased to roughly seven times that of baseline humans. Though I do believe he already possessed improved senses, but what extent is unknown, his final levels will likely fall within a predictable range. Additionally his brain processes data much, much faster. With three times as many neurons and a theoretically infinite supply of stem cells, he will in essence 'see' and 'hear' faster than baseline humans. This includes the obviously enhanced reflexes as well as superior information processing and retention. His physical enhancements include natural clotting and pain suppression agents, changes to his ear structure, eyes, and tongue. His muscles are now significantly denser, while the composition of his skin and bones has been changed to support his now drastically improved strength. While he would not be able to throw tanks about, he could easily shift one, while his bones would allow him to survive falls at terminal velocity along with a fused and completely upgraded rib cage. To compensate for the damage this could cause to the lungs through constriction, great improvements are made to the lungs themselves while the total volume of the rib cage was expanded. His skin will not stop a determined attacker, but it will offer some resistance to non-vibro bladed weaponry, blasters will still burn through, though their effects will be reduced. His internal organs are also improved, though the augmentations are purely biological. To clarify, he no longer possess an appendix, he has gained barriers between major organs that will prevent blood loss or infection, significant improvements in the function of all of his organs, and has gained two organs. The first is a self replenishing repository of stem cells while the second is a dual function lung allowing him to breathe underwater. Finally, all known genetic defects or propensities for disease have been removed. He is essentially the perfect specimen."
"So basically he heals faster, thinks faster, runs faster, hits harder, sees in the dark, can't lose his balance, breathes underwater, smells, hears, and sees better, while healing any injury given sufficient time along with a general resistance to poisons and toxins. Damn, Surik doesn't do things by half measures. Question, are his claws and teeth functional weapons?"
"Of course master."
"Again, damn, and all of this is genetic, meaning his kids would have all of these traits as well. And considering that Sith reach adulthood in fourteen years or so Surik would have had a population of super soldiers breeding at twice the rate of the Jedi or the Sith. ARMR, why was Naruto chosen to undergo these improvements?"
"Mistress Surik failed to complete the experiments before her death. The reason the experiments failed was that none of the subjects survived the transformation, all dying before the process could finish. Naruto possessed a powerful healing factor and it was decided that he would be the most likely candidate to survive the process."
"Well, I can't wait to see where he'll go. Anyways, go over the base's supplies and what Surik left behind for me."
"Of course master…"
15 minutes later
Naruto sighed as he looked into his reflection, thinking back on his day. The first thing he could remember was Revan, his new master apparently, somehow speaking in his head. Then the tank, Naruto shuddered remembering the pitch black and how it seemed like his senses had been completely cut off. And of course the searing pain in his stomach, now more of a dull ache, scared him as well. Of course the machines had scared him too, but he guessed they were just puppets or something like that. Learning that he could now use something called The Force was cool though. He could feel it, just at the edge of his perceptions. It felt cold, but somehow like an embrace? It confused him. But what confused and scared him the most was what he looked like.
His face was mostly the same, the shape was sharper though. He still had his whiskers on his cheeks, darker in color and much more pronounced than they used to be. He wondered why they itched for some reason. The most striking changes was his now much thicker black hair and the deep red coloration of his skin. They were probably the only changes that actually bothered him, considering his now black and much sharper nails wouldn't be particularly obvious and sharp teeth, though perhaps not as sharp as his were, weren't uncommon among some of the more unusual shinobi. However, the changes to his feet bothered him a bit, especially the spikes on the back of his feet, though he guessed they would be pretty useful in taijutsu. Frowning as he tested the spikes on the back of his elbows, he figured they were pretty tough, but using them for anything but specifically trained attacks would be difficult, and he would have to be careful not to knock anything over with them. Since his spikes were black, just like his nails, most people would probably take them to be weapons of some kind, so that would be ok too.
Sighing, once again, he realized he was far more tired than he had first thought; he turned to the small cot in the room he had been lead to and slipped underneath the thin sheets, still clothed. Sleep did not come quickly, but it did come. And the final thought Naruto held that night: 'Perhaps this won't be so bad.'
51 BBY Month 4
Naruto groaned, his whole body aching. His master had kept his word: the training was brutal and thorough. The worst thing was that Revan claimed that these were just warm up exercises and they pushed Naruto to his limits. Though his new physical powers were nice, and still growing at that, the sixteen hour days of training, only stopping for meals and bathroom breaks, were intense. Combine that with the fact that Revan spent half of the remaining time inside his head teaching him, well everything. He had apparently scoured Naruto's memory, recreating Japanese and then ensured that Naruto himself mastered all that Revan could figure out.
Of course, that would be incredibly impressive were it not for the fact that he sped time up by an order of magnitude inside Naruto's mindscape. Revan claimed that he had precious little time to teach him things that took the man half a century to master. If Naruto was being perfectly honest with himself, he loved listening to Revan. The man answered every question he asked so long as he knew the answer, only asking Naruto to avoid a few personal subjects. And Revan had started teaching him everything! Well, he was definitely stronger and smarter. Calmer too, unless he got angry that was. Blushing a bit, Naruto recalled as his master explained the nature of the power within him, explaining that it fed on his emotions after he had ripped apart a training target with his bare hands.
Revan had decided that Naruto's final training schedule, once he was up to par, would be four hours of physical training, four hours of meditation, four hours of chakra control exercises, four hours of various skill training (Revan had explicitly stated that it was incredibly dangerous to specialize solely in combat and ignore his more practical skills), "four" hours of teaching inside of his mind, and four hours of free time. Which Naruto had quite happily used for sleeping, even if his body didn't need as much rest as it used too and he regained his physical energy while learning.
And ARMR was really cool too. Though he could be a bit blunt, like when he had mentioned that Naruto was in that damn tube for six months, he was really helpful whenever Naruto had needed anything though.
To be honest, other than missing the Hokage and Ichiraku's, everything in his life was better. Even his living conditions were better than before he had come here. After that first night ARMR had directed him to a new room. It was a bit depressing at first, what with everything being grey or black, but once Naruto had been able to add a few touches of orange, he appreciated the dark and the quiet of the room almost as much as he appreciated his attached shower facilities. Naruto had spent many hours under the pure bliss that was the hot water of his beloved shower. Frankly the two bookshelves, desk, moderately sized bed, couch, media center containing what both Revan and ARMR had called "music" (Naruto shuddered at most of Revan's taste, a synthesizer and beat machine did not create music, though some of the arias were nice), gave the rather large room a spacious if empty feel. Naruto wasn't complaining though, it was a very nice place, especially compared to his old apartment.
Even the food wasn't that bad. Nothing quite on the level of Teuchi and Ayame of course, but quite a bit got close. He was happy, even if his training sometimes felt like Revan was just a sadist…
51 BBy Month 6
Naruto centered himself. Revan had decided to have him spar against a combat droid for the first time and he was ready. He opened his eyes, Revan shouted "Begin!" Naruto immediately launched himself forward.
Deciding to put his opponent on the defensive, Naruto began with a series of three quick slashes, his claws showing their power with the damage they cause to the machine. Following up with a sweep, the machine jumps over the attack. Naruto immediately spins himself around, leaning into a handstand, and kicking the machine with both feet.
The droid, rebounding from the attack lands two meters away, then launches itself forward. A flurry of blows came straight for Naruto's head. Naruto bats each one away just in time to notice a hammer fist coming straight for him. Twisting, he traps the arm, before turning into the attack, sliding up into the droid, and then throwing the machine in one smooth motion.
Planting himself, Naruto brings his heel up, ready for an axe kick. The machine blocks the attack, but his heel punches through the armor of the right arm. Using Naruto's trapped heel to its advantage, the robot pulls forward, bringing his other arm up to punch Naruto in the bend of the knee.
Responding with a kick to the incoming arm, Naruto plants his left foot on the machine's head, just before ripping his embedded heel out with a back flip. Returning to a ready stance, Naruto prepares himself for the droid to resume its offensive.
Jumping up, the machine begins to circle Naruto, looking for a flaw in the boy's defense. As soon as the machine launches itself at him, Naruto drops into a low stance, intercepting the machines strike by impaling its good arm with the spike on his right arm.
Yanking the machine off balance by pulling his arm forwards, Naruto turns into the falling machine, driving his left spike into the droid's eye socket, disabling the machine.
As soon as it begins to drop, Naruto jumps away from the machine sliding once more into his ready stance.
"Good job my boy, your performance was spectacular," exclaims Revan, as he walks towards his apprentice clapping. "I think it is time you began your sword training, do you not?"
"I would very much appreciate this master", murmurs the now 1.6 meter tall boy.
"Do not worry my student; you are moving far faster than any other I have seen. It would not be unusual for others to take anywhere from two to four years to reach this point. And the least among the students of the Force would not have even come this far."
"I know master; I'm just a bit anxious."
"And that's normal, considering you are mastering two separate powers; you have twice as much to do. That is why I train you as hard as I do. Considering that you have already mastered the first meditation exercises, I think I may change your schedule a bit. Perhaps, two hours meditating, two hours with weapon practice? You do need to learn how to use a blaster after all!"
"Thank you master, I would enjoy that very much…"
51 BBY Month 12
"Remember Naruto, just survey the area around the tunnel exit, make sure the drone creates a local map, and then see if you can identify any permanent positions nearby. I know you said the breach occurred in a training ground, so we need to make sure it doesn't receive regular use."
"Yes, my master", stated Naruto, kneeling before Revan. The boy had been educated in the way of the Sith, and he had chosen to show this deference to his teacher. He knew the man was truly great. Revan had shaken the galaxy no less than three times, he was also simply very, very powerful. While Naruto surpassed him in terms of raw might, he felt Revan's strength return a bit more every day, and the man's experience allowed him to outclass Naruto many times over, even in his weakened state.
If asked, Naruto would deny he had anything but pride in his teacher, to himself however, he admitted he felt unease flowing through the man. Sometimes Naruto could feel a darkness about the man, something that he knew was not his master, and it grew with his master's power. Sometimes the man seemed to even be lost amongst his thoughts, even though it was plain that his master was in pain during those moments, he never mentioned it to Naruto.
The fact that the man who had shown him so much was suffering worried Naruto, though ARMR believed that it was simply damage from the long stasis, Naruto knew it was something more. But he would worry about that later, for now; he had a mission to complete.
Silently, Naruto reviewed his equipment: First his pair of short swords, simple durasteel creations, they were sixty centimeters long and honed to a razor edge. Second, his armored robes, a medium thickness hydrophobic, nano weave, ankle length grey robes equipped with an armored overlay that somewhat resembled his masters customized star forge robes. That is an armored chest guard, with overlapping plates that resembled an okegawa dou without the battle skirt, bracers that allowed full movement of the fingers while protecting his forearms and the back of his hands, greaves that covered the top of his feet, shins, and the side of his thighs, and a simple grey assassin's mask with the Sith rune for silence over the mouth guard. All in grey and all of it weighing no more than twenty kilograms. This rather plain outfit was completed with a rough spun grey wool cloak, to cover his elbow spikes and somewhat cover his strange feet.
He wasn't taking additional weapons or supplies as it would weigh him down and escape was far more preferable than combat. Considering who and what he was, he truly doubted he had any chance to make to villagers acknowledge him, and his master's secrecy was imperative. Killing ninja would send the entire village into lockdown and draw Sarutobi's personal attention, a spy escaping the ANBU would only have hunter teams sent out and the perimeter reinforced. The former he would be hard pressed to survive, the later could simply be worked around. And now, he was ready. Taking a deep breath and placing his mask on his face he left the armory.
30 Minutes Later
Very quietly and very quickly Naruto moved through the low brush surrounding the surface exit, a small hatch about a meter square, hunting for any possible signs of a shinobi's presence. The small probe he had deployed fed a constantly updating stream of information into his small HUD, while being very useful, couldn't give him an accurate view of the forest below its canopy. As such, a physical inspection was the only thing that would guarantee results.
In order to minimize the chances of him being detected they had launched the mission just after the sun had set, on the night of a new moon, and when there was a great deal of cloud cover. However, these measures seemed to have failed, as after only half an hour of mapping, Naruto had already sensed someone. Thankfully they seemed to be in a clearing about five hundred meters north of the entrance, but anyone this close to the base could be a threat, and Naruto moved to investigate.
After only a minute or so of Force enhanced running he had taken position in a small ditch, right on the edge of the clearing. Carefully, Naruto reached out with the Force, while focusing it to sharpen his already superhuman hearing. These acts allowed him to both estimate their amount of chakra, and therefore their amount of power, and hear their discussion as if they were both speaking directly to him.
"…and now that old bastard is getting suspicious, he's even sent me to teach those damn brats!"
"Calm yourself Mizuki, Orochimaru-sama is pleased with these scrolls, but you must acquire the Scroll of Seals. Take your time, he doesn't care how long it takes you, just make sure you don't get caught."
"All right Kabuto. We'll have to stop meeting like this, damn kage partnered me up with some joke of a chunin, Iruka was his name, and he'll get suspicious if we meet up regularly."
"Understood, you know where the dead drop is, and I'll undoubtedly hear about the scroll being stolen, so you can guess what needs to be done. Now, we must go."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm going and don't worry, it'll all be taken care of."
Naruto remained absolutely still, suppressed his chakra as much as he physically could, and dared not even breathe as the two conspirators took off in opposite directions. After waiting a short while he moved out, aiming to complete his objectives before the night was already over.
In the end it had only taken him two hours to sweep the area immediately around the entrance and he had only picked up one other human scent. Strangely enough that scent consisted of oil, snakes, and sweets. It was most definitely unusual, but not in an entirely unfamiliar way. Deciding it was time to return, Naruto recalled the probe, and made his way back to the facilities entrance, prepared to report his findings to his master.
45 Minutes Later
Revan was truly having difficulty believing his luck; his student had completed his first mission without difficulty, found that only a single shinobi entered the training ground with any regularity, uncovered a conspiracy to steal a vitally important artifact, and returned without encountering any hostiles.
Revan was also a student of the Force and as such he believed in neither coincidences nor luck. As was the case, he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Since it had not, this meant that the inevitable disaster waiting at the end of this streak of good fortune was going to be horrific. And it would be his job to protect his apprentice as much as possible.
"ARMR, I've come to a decision. Summon Naruto and prepare the experimental chamber." a single beep the only acknowledgement of his order. Knowing that his student needed to grow, especially if the village had enough traitors that his apprentice could randomly meet two, on his first mission at that, then he needed the boy ready for when this place was inevitably ripped apart. And the quickest way to do that would be to start awakening his bloodlines. Of course, the fact that he was carrying out medical procedures beyond the wildest dreams of the scientists of his lifetime was pure coincidence. Even if he had been a Jedi.
With that Revan heard his student walk into the room behind him, kneel, and utter a simple "Master". Turning to the boy, he calmly analyzed his student. There were many things that could happen in the coming years. His student could die in battle, he could be betrayed, an illness could strike him. All of them unlikely, but all possible, and there were few things he could do in order to protect his student, aside from training the boy into the ground that is.
With a smile, Revan began explaining his decision, "Naruto, this village is not safe, and we lack the capability to relocate to a more secure location. For that reason I've decided to offer you the chance to awaken a few dormant kekkai genkai."
"Master, if they are dormant how would I be able to access them? Wouldn't that mean I'm only a carrier for the recessive gene?"
"Under normal circumstances you would be correct. However, Surik, the person who built this outpost, was a master geneticist by the time of her death. And this base contains the most advanced genetic manipulation technology I have ever seen or heard of. Not even the Rakatan came close. And ARMR is confident he can activate the bloodlines, though it will require a great deal of time."
"So I'll be in the tube and my training will be put on hold…How long will the process take? And what bloodline will I gain?"
"ARMR believe it would take six months and we aim to activate a bloodline that, not coincidentally, affects your blood. It should improve your rate of healing, grant your immune system a serious upgrade, and your blood would gain healing properties. And to answer any possible future questions, we wish to avoid possible complications betweens this world's biosphere and your alien biology, and the reason this bloodline was chosen is that it is the strongest one present in your body. Normally it would only be present in females, but we can quite easily convince it to awaken in your body, with only the most minor of hormonal changes."
"Master, so long as you believe this to be the correct path forward, I shall take it."
"Very well then my student. Prepare yourself." And without another word Naruto stripped, placed a medical suit over his body, stashed his equipment in a patient locker, and got into the modified kolto tank. The last thing he remembered was ARMR telling him to put a mask over his mouth and relax.
50 BBY Month 8
A two meter tall red skinned humanoid stood in the middle of no less than twenty skeletal looking machines. All of which currently held a repeating blaster rifle. And all of which were aiming at the being, who was protected by nothing more than two shining swords, a pair of loose black pants, and some bandage wrappings around his feet and hands. At an unseen signal all of the machines opened fire. And each and every shot was immediately deflected into one of the other droids.
The man had redirected no less than two hundred shots within a second. However, the slaughter was not yet complete as a group of five much larger machines dropped from an entrance in the ceiling. Reacting as they fell, the humanoid threw his blades, impaling two of the three machines in front of him. As they were thrown towards the wall he immediately launched himself towards the third machine, striking it in the chest with three rapid jabs. Knocking the droid back and cracking its torso, he simply explodes forward in a burst of pure speed and staves the machines chest in with a vicious kick. Turning into a leg sweep as the final machines approach him, the droids jump, just as the man wanted. As the two machines reach the apex of their jump he kicks one into the ceiling hard enough to damage the duracrete and blocks the downward kick of the final machine. Hearing his arm snap under the droids blow, he turns into the strike, and using his good arm, hip tosses the machine onto the floor. After this, he promptly smashes his foot through his final opponents head.
Having cleared the room, he grabs his left arm, the broken one, and snaps it back into place just before his healing factor finishes fixing the damage. Turning to look at the destroyed chassis of one of his "sparring" partners, the two meter tall, red skinned humanoid looks over himself. Long black dreadlocks reach his waist, his yellow eyes dominate his angular, predatory face. He'd be called attractive if his features weren't so sharp and if he didn't have two prehensile face tendrils drooping down from right beside his nose. Sharpened, black teeth with extremely prominent canines and a longer than human normal tongue make up his mouth, while cartilaginous ridges have grown where his eyebrows should be. Blackened nails, each sharpened to a point, compliment his Y shaped feet, each composed of two toes, ending in similarly sharpened black nails, and a heel spike. His well muscled torso and arms are relatively normal, save for the two spikes of bone jutting from his elbows and what appears to be a solid, if articulated, set of bone plates where on a human a normal ribcage would be. He was Uzumaki Naruto, remade in the image of the perfect Sith.
And he was ready. For six months his body was changed, and for five years within his mind he was taught in the old way of the Sith. Most would call it torture, most would call it cruel, it would break almost anyone who underwent it. But he did not break. No, he thrived. He only screamed once. And after the first year his Master began to teach him all the dark secrets he knew. Poisons and medicines, languages and the way of making war with nothing but words, how to torture and cause pain without damage to a body, and so much about the history of his people. And the pain only focussed him. Now he was ready to take his first life, to make his first kill, and his master had decided it was time for him to go out into the world and do so.
Moving to the armory, ARMR and its machines would see to the training room, he toweled what little sweat he formed off himself. Having arrived after a short walk, he reviewed his equipment: two mandalorian style heavy blaster pistols, twenty throwing knives, two thermal detonators, his rations, his grey apprentice's robes, omniscope, datapad with the locations of his targets, and his twin Sith war swords. His own creations were not quite up to the standards of the ancients, but the fact that they would shatter durasteel blades with a single strike spoke volumes of both the blades and his own power. It helped that he could channel both Force energy, his own Sith magic, and chakra through them as well. His Master had taught him well indeed.
As if summoned by the thought, and with his Master that was possible, Revan walked into the room, ready to deliver the final instructions to his apprentice. Dropping to one knee and bowing his head in submission, Naruto uttered only two words, "My Master."
"Rise, my apprentice. It is time for you to earn your robes as a true Sith. You will make your first kill. To guide you in this I have set you three targets and they are to be neutralized in the following ways: One is to be slaughtered in silence, none may escape or know of your presence. The second is to be ambushed, yet engaged in a frontal attack, none may escape. At the third and final camp you are to reveal yourself. Fear is a powerful weapon and to wield it, you must give them something to fear. Only one may survive this slaughter and you shall mark him."
"Yes, my master."
Clapping his student on the shoulder, Revan turned to boy and began speaking in a far kinder tone, "Naruto, you have already made me proud. And I am truly sorry you have had to endure what you have endured, but you have come so far, so quickly. These next few days will be a challenge, but I know you shall make me even prouder."
"Thank you, sensei. I...I appreciate everything you have done for me. Even if it was not all pleasant, you have saved me from horrors I can not imagine."
"Good my boy, good." And with that Revan turned and left his student to finish his preparations.
Three days later
Naruto dropped from the tree he had been hiding in, it was time for him to begin his attack. For the last three days he had dodged ninja patrols to escape through the main entrance of the village, easy enough when the guards were asleep, moved without being seen to the first bandit camp he was to destroy, and scouted the camp out for two days. He had identified no less than seven points of entry a non-shinobi warrior could use, twice that for a shinobi, and only a bit less than hundred different plans of attack he could use. All without violating his orders.
After a short climb through the branches of the trees surrounding the clearing, Naruto waited for one of the men to break from the perimeter. After an hour or so, a pair of guards walked over from their initial position with only one going into the forest itself. Quickly moving into position to eliminate his first target, Naruto waited until the man began to drop his trousers. At the moment his target grabbed his belt, he struck. Dropping onto the targets back, placing the man in a chokehold, and kicking the back of the targets knees in less than a second. After squeezing as hard as he could, Naruto realized he had destroyed the man's throat, to the point his entire neck was deformed.
Looking down at his first kill, a younger man than he expected, perhaps only sixteen or so? The poor boy's face showed pure horror as death embraced him. Mouth open in a silent scream, tears forming in his eyes from the pain of having his neck crushed, said destroyed neck with pulverized vertebrae showing, a small pool of blood forming. And he felt sight of your first kill was supposed to change you. You were supposed to freeze up, vomit, some even screamed. Shrugging, Naruto figured his training worked.
Moving quickly, Naruto reached the edge of the forest and grabbed the second guard from behind. Snapping this man's neck, he moved across the space between the forest and the camp in a moment. Staying just out of the firelight, Naruto approached each tent in turn, slitting the back of those he sensed occupants in, slipping into each, and then killing the men silently. Once his rounds were complete, taking less than ten minutes to kill thirty men, Naruto positioned himself a few meters away from the final seven men sitting around the main campfire.
Drawing six throwing knives and preparing his swords to be drawn, he struck. As soon as the knives left his hands he drew his two blades and launched himself at his final target. The six men were hit in their throats and the knives over penetrated the bodies, knocking each back several meters in the process, while his swords impaled the final man through the throat and right lung. Withdrawing his blades Naruto pulses his chakra, looking for any survivors, and detecting none moves to collect his knives. After cleaning his knives and swords and looting the camp of anything he could use, Naruto decided he was ready to move off, ready to wipe out the second camp and be one step closer to being done with this mission.
Two days later
Surveying the target one last time, Naruto began his mental checklist: 'fifty two bandits, no shinobi, only one likely to be able to use chakra, twelve have bows, forty have spears and clubs, one has armor, that one was most likely the one that could use chakra. Obstacles were a light palisade with a barricade and weak gate. To fulfill the mission parameters I must wait until a patrol leaves and attack when the gate is open.' After finishing his checklist Naruto settled in for a wait. After about two hours a group of ten bandits began to leave the camp and Naruto reacted.
Launching himself from his hiding place in a ditch on the side of a trail leading to the camp, Naruto gathered a large amount of fire natured chakra in his lungs. Once he was about fifteen meters away he released all of the energy in a massive fireball, easily five meters wide, frying the men trying to leave the camp, the gates, most of the wall around the gates, and the first half of the bandits before dispersing. Launching himself through the collapsing gate, he dropped in front of the panicking bandits. Sighting their probable leader, coming out of the largest tent with half his armor on, Naruto burst forward and drove his heel spike through his target's head.
Jumping up, removing his heel from his target, and charging a burst of lightning chakra, Naruto mapped the position of every remaining hostile in the camp. Once his spin had finished he unleashed a massive wave of lightning, hitting and frying every bandit in the camp.
Dropping from his final technique, Naruto surveyed the damage. The destruction was limited to the inside of the wall, for the most part at least, with everything either reduced to dust or shattered to fragments by the final attack. Looking at the ground, Naruto realized most of the earth had been turned to glass. Deciding there was nothing to be gained, and that he maybe needed to reduce the power of his attacks, Naruto left. Ready to finish his final task, return to his master, and get a real shower, he began the journey to his final target.
Two days later
It was time. His final target: sixty men, four of them shinobi, none of them even close to his level. His mission, attack them, kill all but one, and mark the last of his targets. Terrify his enemies into submission. Wield fear as a weapon. And maybe even have a bit of fun. Smiling, though no one would be able to see it, Naruto moved into position. Right in front of the entrance to the camp. Removing his mask, Naruto adjusted the hood of his cloak, ensuring no one would see his face, and looked. After a few minutes one of the bandits walked up to him.
"Oy, you, wat chu doin? You bes be gittin outa 'ere if you don wan a beatin yah hear?"
"Hey Chicuru, what's goin on out there?"
"I don know boss. Sum fella's standin in the middle of the road. Jus starin at the groun"
"Well kill 'em an be done with it."
"All righ boss, if ya say so."
As the bandit named Chicuru moved towards Naruto, the boy let his hood fall back. A shocked gasp was all that had time to escape the bandit's mouth as Naruto's hand shot forward, grabbed the man, and snapped his neck. As soon as the others heard the loud crack of the broken bone they grabbed their spears and clubs and moved to attack Naruto. With a single flick of his wrist he disposed of the first of his targets and after taking a second to savor the looks of fear on the faces of his enemies, his mind turned inward. To the pain in his gut, the pain he knew to be some entity of chakra. And he pulled it up with all his might.
Red chakra exploded from his body as whisker marks carved themselves into his cheeks anew, now pitch black, almost as if they were tatoos. After but a moment the chakra settled itself into the rough shape of his body and a single tail formed. And with this new power Naruto launched himself forward, literally ripping the bandits apart.
As the limbs flew Naruto once again disappeared in flash, coming to rest in the center of the camp. Sending out a single pulse of chakra to identify his targets, Naruto called his chains into being. Formed of his now red chakra, they sought out every single man within that camp. Impaling each in turn, only a few made it past them, desperately trying to either escape or attack the boy. Naruto cared little, charging water natured chakra is his hands, forming two massive whips from his energy.
Lashing out with his new weapons he grabbed all those trying to escape, right before crushing them. With only three remaining; Naruto charged earth chakra in his right hand and wind in his left. Striking two of the bandits simultaneously; the first simply exploded, the other having his body ripped into shreds. With his mission all but complete, Naruto allowed the last bandit to reach him, and then grabbed the man's head. After only a moment of contact with his toxic chakra Naruto dropped him. Seeing that the man's face was burned and that he was blind, Naruto reigned in his power, placed his mask back on his face, and walked off. Already preparing for his debriefing and ready to finally take a shower again.
AN:Thanks for reading all the way to the end and I hope the story wasn't too bad.