Edited Version of the Introduction
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Early in the dawn a lone figure stood atop a tree branch. Upon a closer inspection you could tell the figure was a male ninja of the konaha village, He stood a little taller than most his age at 5'9, but only 14 years of age. His cargo pants a dark navy blue with matching colored shinobi boots, he also wore a black jacket unzipped and a navy blue shirt underneath. The three things that stood out the most about the young ninja was his gravity defying silver hair, and a small golden dog tag attached to a silver chain with the hidden leaf's spiral engraved into the metal, this wouldn't seem odd to civilians, but it was uncommon for a shinobi to not have a headband at all, the few who choose this representation usually being reserved for S rank ninja with Facial Recognition throughout the Elemental Nations.
What surely stood out the most about Ryo was his two colored eyes one a normal jet black, but the other A shining red with a black wheel spinning at a rapid pace. The sharingan was a gift from his dad on his 1st birthday.
(flashback) "Kakashi there is no way in hell your taking our sons eye out to put that damned curse in his head". Mizumi said. "But Mizumi if this war continues how the Nara's think it is we will need our son to be as strong as possible. Kakashi spoke with a void tone. Something his wife was not used to hearing. "If I don't complete this transfer now while his chakara network is still developing then I would not be able to until he reached a jounin level of skill because otherwise his chakara coils would instantly be drained causing death due to the constant activation" Kakashi added; Mizumi looked with a face of rage. "AND YOU EXCEPT ME TO LET YOU PUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT INTO OUR SON, MY SON, KAKASHI ARE YOU CRA"? "But Mizumi how can you not understand that while his coils are undeveloped it would grow with his body and chakara system". Kakashi calmly interrupted. "He'll just need a eye patch for a couple years. Kakashi added mumbling. With that Mizumi erupted. "NO KAKASHI WHERE RAISING A NINJA NOT A PIRATE YEARS OF MY RYO IN A EYE PACTCH NO NO NO". Kakashi could see his wife was irate about the proposition but he was able to convince her to accept. Though her motherly side wanted no part of this her shinobi side knew a weapon like the sharingan would help there son in a way that was undescribable. In the world they lived with so much bloodshed and destruction the type not seen since the fourth shinobi war, the fifth war was possibly worst time period ever.
(Flashback end)
Ryo Hatake was no S ranked Jounin he wasn't even a chunin yet. Actually that's what he was training for at the moment, but in the middle of his morning workout session he was lost in deep thought.
"Why did he have to die its not fair". Tears of water falling from one eye and tears of blood falling from the other red eye. "If only I was stronger" he spoke aloud to no one at all. "Dad I'll kill them all, every sound ninja I meet will die as quick as I met them" The young spoke with a hate so intense you could feel it from dripping from the words. The life of a avenger was a path that was never chosen by the individual, but instead gifted to them by fate itself.
Continuing his training after breaking his self from his thoughts and wiping his eyes. He looked st crying as a act of weakness even though he shed tears of rage not grief. Realizing there was blood coming from his left eye he thought it was enough sharingan training for today. He tucked the bandage he wrapped around his in a headband like fashion over his gift diagonally. "Time for some taijutsu" He said aloud again to no one.
Taking his stance a Mishima Karate style (his Fighting style will be like Lars,Jin,and Kazuya from tekken mixed) he created two shadow clones and began. The clones appearing on tree branches directly in front of him swiftly jumped forward towards their target. With a blank expression he mimicked there movement's jumping towards them as well. One of the clones threw a kunai he had retrieved in mid air, Ryo didn't have enough time to dodge the sudden attack instead catching the blade effortlessly. He had to react on the move a way of fighting any half way decent shinobi would need to be good at. Thinking quickly he kicked off the clone closest to him in mid air using the kunai throwing clone as a springboard to the ground but just as quick as he landed he felt the presence of a katana wielding clone above, sidestepping at an inhuman speed to get out the way of danger he felt the impact of the clone's swing with a little lightning in the sword push him back a few meters. "Nice try but I created all those attacks so sorry not sorry" Ryo taunted somewhat childishly, ironically though he was talking to someone other than the wind it was a clone so he was still talking to himself.
Ryo unsheathed his katana, a beautiful silver blade with a black hilt the sword adorned a lion's head on the bottom of the guard. "Now let me show how the original uses LionHeart". Ryo dashed towards the clone his pace quickening with every step, almost instantly he was close enough for a slash aimed at the clones midsection. The clone was able to react quickly enough to block the attack but Ryo expecting this channelled about 10k watts worth of lightning into the sword giving the blade an electric vibe. This pushed the clone back a small distance but the attack also broke the clones blade and gave Ryo an opening to close in on the clone and finish the battle. With a burst to his legs Ryo was in pursuit of the clone, able to close the distance in a flash he swung at the mid section of the clone again this time with no sword to block the swing and aware of the electricity in the blade the clone did something that would seem suicidal. He reached out with his gloved hand and grabbed the lightning filled blade stopping the momentum of the sword this was the best part of the Mishima Style Karate he used, instead of a lot chakara consuming jutsu he could just channel lightning to his fist, feet, knees, elbows, and shins, for a devastating taijutsu style.
Another reason he loved the fighting style was because it was of the only thing he could call his own being the last Hatake meant a lot, but his mother was from a lost clan with a lost style of fighting, one of his mother only gifts to him relating to ninja skills, a scroll with her clan's taijutsu style and a couple of unique ninjutsu ranging from C to A Ranked. The clone thought now would be a good time to use one of those said jutsu going through a set of handsigns familiar to Ryo.
"Ninja Art, Lightning Style~Black Rain Jutsu" The clone said fiercely as a black Light began to engulf his right hand while his other hand still held a tight grasp on Ryo sword with a blue-ish White lightning dancing around the hand and blade. The good thing about fighting a clone was Ryo knew what to expect from attacks seeing as they were his own. The black light began to crackle violently nearly making Ryo nervous thinking he released his LionHeart and sidestepped at a speed unseen by the human eye. His favorite ninja of legend was Shisui Uchiha because of what the mans pure intentions were in a world as cold as this one. After reading a story about the body flicker ninja three years ago, he began training to achieve a level of mastery over the technique that would hopefully rival Shisui's abilities one day. Being drawn out of his brief thoughts of the Uchiha he remembered how painful and lethal the Black Rain technique was. "Aaarrrghh" Ryo screamed as the clones Black Lightning covered fist penetrated the blur that would have been impenetrable to a lesser ninja. The black hued volt of electricity known as the black rain jutsu passed off from the fist of the clone on to the young shinobi's flesh, making the sound of a snakes hiss upon impact. Ryo was blown back by the force of his counterpart's attack. "A taste your own medicine" the clone finally spoke confidently a smirk gracing his lips. Ryo returned the smirk looking up at the clone from his kneeling position a few yards away. He stood shakily holding the wound on his ribcage he knew at least one of his ribs had been shattered and he was thanking kami in the back of his head that the clone had killed the other by kicking off him as well to gain speed on that first downward swing. Ryo had been sending waves of chakara to the wound giving the rib a patchwork healing. "I have to finish this fast can't have myself losing to a clone" Ryo thought. In that same instant The Silver Haired ninja sent chakara to his LionHeart causing the sword to react violently shocking the clone in both surprise from the sudden pain and literally pulsing electricity through his body. The clone lost his grip on the sword, Ryo sprinted forward using his pure speed to close the short distance between him and the clone. He started his assault with a vicious high driving lightning infused knee to the clones chest, this lifted the clone a couple feet off the ground. Taking advantage of his opponents surprise he followed up the knee with a jumping roundhouse kick to the ribs that surely would have shattered an enemy with bones. Ryo used the momentum from his side kick to spin his body into a mid air 360 heel kick to the back of the neck "POOF" The kick was greeted by a cloud effectively killing the clone. Ryo continued to train with this same intensity for another 2 hours before letting or being forced to let sleep take his mind, exhaustion already claiming his body, the young Hatake slept in the same forest he had just trained in.
Sunrise now coming and going since he began his training session, the terrain around him much like his clothes destroyed, scorched grass and singed trees a sight common for the Lightning and Fire user's training grounds.
The young man had lost both his parents to the fifth shinobi war, he actually had to witness the death of his father at the hands of the sound ninja's poison.
The world was cold it had proven that to Ryo Hatake and many others before him, but for now everything escaped him, his thoughts of revenge for his clan and all. At the moment his mind was to tired to process anything other than the comfortable patch of grass he laid his resting head upon