Jiro here. Time to rewrite this fic. For explanation on certain things, refer to my profile. Thank you.
Jiro Uchiha looked at the morning sun. He grunted, disliking how bright the sun was, especially in the summer. Hopping off the roof of the Uchiha Manor, he ran his fingers through his long black hair. He turned, looking up at the window to his room. Having a room on the second floor was a pain, but didn't stop him from leaping through the open window. He opened his closet, glancing at his possessions. A myriad of Uchiha clan shirts and black pant s were inside the closet, and a kunai pouch that strapped to his thigh. He shoved the clothing to the sides, grabbing the sword he used.
The blade was unusual, as most ninja used katana. The blade wasn't curved, and it was slightly broader. Instead of a streamlined hilt, Jiro's blade has a guard that was wider than both of his hands. The pommel was in the shape of a half circle, and was wide as his wrist. The hilt itself was brown, and the guard and pommel were red, as Jiro died them red with berries. He strapped the blade to his left hip, walking from the room. He walked through the hall, and down the stairs to greet his family.
Ichiro Uchiha was Jiro's twin, older by a minute. Ichiro was a Jonin, almost ready to head on to become an ANBU. Jiro's younger brother, Itachi, smiled as Jiro walked in. Itachi and his younger sister, Mikito, were about to take the Chunin exams. Jiro himself was to take the Jonin exams, as he stayed back a year. He had lost someone dear to him, and was filled with grief. He decided not to take the exams that year, and his teammates failed. Jiro nodded respectfully to his father, Sasuke Uchiha. The older Uchiha was keen on Jiro passing, and he didn't intend to disappoint.
Jiro smiled at his mother, Hinata Uchiha. He frowned when he saw the bags under her eyes. More injured ninja were returning, and medical ninja weren't as common as they used to be. Jiro knew healing jutsu, as his mother taught him. And with the Chunin exams, Jonin exams and ANBU exams coming up, more injured ninja were bound to appear. Jiro silently hoped there were no injured ninja, just alive or dead.
He bode his family farewell, heading out to the training grounds. The walk was short, but relaxing. A crow landed on Jiro's shoulder, it's beady eyes peering into Jiro's. "Croke. What's new?' he asked. The bird cawed, and Jiro chuckled. The bird twitched, moving his head from side to side before setting of. Jiro chuckled, seeing the training grounds ahead. He saw their sensei, Konohamaru Sarutobi sparring playfully with one of his teammates, Minato Uzamaki. Jiro frowned when he saw the Uzamaki, along with his girlfriend, Rukia no Sabaku. The red haired girl waved to him, and he waved back kindly.
Minato jumped back, panting as he greeted the Uchiha. "Hey Jiro!" he yelled, and Jiro grunted. Their sensei nodded to him, and he returned the gesture. Rukia smiled at him, and he smirked. Konohamaru looked to Jiro's hip. "You're still carrying that thing around?" he asked. Jiro nodded. Konohamaru shrugged. "Exams are up soon. You guys think you're up for it?" he asked, and they nodded. "Alright. You're confident. That's good." he said, and a messenger bird appeared, carrying a small scroll. Konohamaru took the scroll, reading it.
"Naruto wants me to help with some kind of buffet for the exams. Looks like I have to leave. But I want you guys to stay and train for the exams. Remember, they start at sunset." he said, before heading off. Minato groaned. "Man. He always leaves." he said. Rukia chuckled. The green eyed Uzamaki turned to Jiro. "I guess it's me and you." he said. Jiro frowned. "Why not include Rukia? A three way battle would be good experience for us." he said. Minato grunted. "Rukia is a girl." he said. Jiro smirked, pulling his sword from his hip. "Boy. Girl. All I see is an opponent." he said, placing the blade on the ground. Minato used no weapon, so Jiro didn't use one either when they trained. "Ready, set go." Minato said, and the three exploded into action.
Minato swung his fist at Jiro, who grabbed it and shoved him back, striking Rukia in the chest with a kick. Minato frowned at the sight, and charged Jiro. Jiro spun, grunting as Minato kicked him in the chest. Rukia came from behind, swinging a kunai at Jiro's back. Jiro rolled, and her kunai cut into Minato's arm. Jiro leapt back, using the Fire Ball jutsu. The couple jumped to each side, and Jiro landed. Rukia's hands moved at high speeds, and she cast an earth jutsu. A rock rose from the ground, and struck Jiro in the chest, knocking him back. Minato punched Jiro, and the Uchiha grunted, turning and spitting blood, rubbing his jaw.
Two on one was what Jiro expected, and he looked beyond Minato to his blade. Minato moved his hands, and Jiro growled. Minato cast Water Dragon Jutsu, the water dragon surging toward Jiro. He jumped, the dragon twisting to come up. Rukia shot a torrent of sand at the Uchiha, and Jiro cursed. The jutsu struck, and he grunted. Mud flooded the training ground, nearly choking Jiro. He growled as he rose from the mud, shaking his hair free of debris. Minato laughed, and Rukia chuckled. Jiro frowned, reaching into the mud and pulling his blade from the mud. He strapped it to this hip, and clenched the hilt.
He drew it with frightening quickness, flame erupting from the tip. Minato and Rukia jumped, barely avoiding the flame. Jiro surged forward, swinging the blade at Rukia. He sliced through her shirt, tearing it from her body. The fishnet shirt she wore underneath was torn, and a single blade mark was left between her breasts. She jumped back, hissing in pain, trying to cover herself. Jiro spun, anticipating Minato's attack. He sliced the Uzamaki's chest, replicating the wound he left on Rukia. "There. Now you have matching wounds." he said, flicking the blood from his blade and sheathing it. He walked away, no about to hear him console her. It'd likely end up sweaty and with even less clothing then they already wore anyway.
Jiro leapt onto the roof of the Uchiha Manor, grunting. The sun was high in the sky, and brighter before. He heard powerful foot steps, and looked to his side to see his father. "Shouldn't you be training?" he asked. He shook his head. "No. I wounded them, and they need to console each other right now. Me healing either of them wouldn't make it better." he said, frowning. Sasuke sat next to him, sighing. "I was like you once. I had teammates I couldn't stand. You'll get used to it. You might have to fight the right people, but they'll grow on you." he said. Jiro chuckled. "I hope they do." he said, frowning at the sun.
The sun began it's descent in the sky, and Jiro leapt from the roof. He ran to the Hokage Tower, which held the room for the exams. He wondered if the Jonin exams were similar to the Chunin exams. He stood next to his teammates, frowning as he adjusted his blade. "Unlike the Chunin exams, the Jonin exams test your battle skill. These exams are nothing but battles, and you will find that your friends may be between you and the title of Jonin." the instructor said. Jiro grunted, waiting for his opponent.
Jiro watched Minato win his first battle easily. Rukia had nearly no difficulty, and Jiro frowned. It seemed convenient that the recently injured ninja were able to come back so easily. He glared at Naruto, who watched from afar. His battle came up, and his opponent was a lanky mist Chunin by the name of Todokora Kuromoda. The clan was refuted for dirty tactics, and Jiro grunted.
Jiro stood across the field from his foe. The referee called to them, starting the battle. Todokora exploded, flinging kunai at Jiro. He moved to the side, throwing his own kunai. The lanky ninja dodged, throwing some form of smoke bomb at him. Jiro jumped back, watching the smoke secret from the bomb. Jiro growled as he felt his nose go numb, and his sense of smell faded. He hit the ground, frowning at his opponent. Something wasn't right about his appearance, he seemed too dirty. His hair was oily, and his skin looked like it was put through a fire jutsu one too many times. He surged forward, drawing his blade. His foe drew his own sword, a longer and thinner blade.
Jiro swung his blade, clashing with his foe. The lanky ninja grunted, pushed back by the heavier blade. He shoved forward, and swung his leg at Jiro. Jiro lifted his leg, swinging it higher, striking he boy in the chest. He screeched, and Jiro felt his ears fade out. He growled. His clan would nullify the senses, then strike. Jiro spun, kicking the boy in the chest. The ninja had ended up behind Jiro somehow, and it angered him. He sheathed his blade, watching carefully. The boy's next target would likely be his eyes, as Jiro was an Uchiha. The boy jumped up, and Jiro swore he saw foam coming from his foe's mouth.
Jiro jumped back as his foe swung his hands at him, long, yellow nails trying to tear at his flesh. He screeched again, at least Jiro assumed that's what he did. Saliva flew from his mouth, and Jiro grunted, his eyesight lost. He landed, eyes hazed over. Sasuke saw this, and clenched his fists. "There's no way he can win." Sakura Uzamaki jeered. Ichiro Uchiha laughed. "You'd be surprised. Jiro still has two senses left." he said, frowning onto the field.
Jiro growled, using his sense of touch. He couldn't feel anything through his shoes, so he kicked them off. Feeling the ground, he felt a snap, followed by a pop. He felt people tense up in the stands, and wondered what for. He felt his opponent, now heavier, run across the field. Jiro growled, feeling him walk slowly around him. "Little Uchiha can't even use his eyes." His opponent's raspy voice said, though Jiro didn't hear. Sasuke growled, disliking the ninja. Jiro turned to face his foe, hand on his blade. He didn't want to draw it and look clumsy, but he had no choice. He drew the blade, his senses extending into the metal.
His foe was shaped different. For one, the blade felt a tail, and claws. Huge teeth and oily fur covered a seven foot tall body covered in lean muscle. The head was in the shape of a rat's head, and a huge hairless tail was behind him. His blade was in his hand, and he surged forth. Jiro grunted, jumping to the side to avoid the blow. He felt the boy turn, screeching loudly, so loudly, Jiro heard it. He landed on the ground, and his sense of touch was gone. All Jiro could do was taste the air, and growl.
Jiro moved slowly, not feeling anything. He didn't know if he was even standing, but something told him he was. He couldn't taste dirt, nor grass, which was a good sign. He tasted the air, and nothing was off. Air was all he tasted as it ran through his mouth when he breathed. Sasuke growled at the sight of Jiro acting wary while his foe stood in front of him. Even Ichiro started to doubt him. "He's down to one sense, taste. How do you defeat someone with just taste?" Sakura asked, and Ichiro turned on her. "With all due respect Lady Sakura, Minato would have been dead by now. He'd have rushed his foe blindly, and without relent. At least Jiro knows to stand and think." he said, and Sakura frowned.
Jiro tasted something different. He tasted blood, and he breathed with it. The blood was his, and in his mouth. His foe managed to wound him enough so that he'd spit blood. Jiro spat the blood out, and then tasted a change in the air. It heated up, and tasted like oil. He jabbed forward, and hoped he hit something. The taste of blood returned, and the air shifted. He assumed he was moved, and struck. He spun in a circle, swinging his blade. He growled, tired of feeling clumsy, and likely acting it. He breathed deep, forcing his chakra into his blade. The blade had it's own senses, and Jiro could use them.
He saw in a hazy fog, but it was clear enough. Blades could not hear, nor see, but they could feel. That was all Jiro needed. He felt something move in from the left, and spun to swing. The sentient being moved back, and Jiro moved forward, jabbing low. He struck a knee, and the creature opened it's mouth, likely screaming. Jiro pulled back, swinging up. The creature stumbled back, and Jiro spun to swing center. The creature hit the ground, the blood coating the blade. Jiro flicked the blood from his blade before stabbing down, and hitting something. Something inside his foe ruptured, and Jiro removed the blade. His senses returned, and he panted. He looked down, grunting at the sight of the dead wererat at his feet.
Ichiro was impressed, and Sasuke was proud. Although, Sakura Uzamaki was in utter shock. She growled. "A month of rations for an entire village, and they send me a weakling! How dare they!" she boomed. Her assistant, an older Shizune, smiled. "Calm down, my lady. It was likely a mix up." she said, and Sakura growled. "It wasn't a mix up. I paid for him, and I got him. I was either ripped off, or underestimated Jiro Uchiha." she stated.
Jiro panted, looking at his wounds. He grunted as his mother placed an herb against them. The herb stung the wound, but would heal it. "I'm proud of you." she said, and Jiro smiled. She tilted her head, her hands glowing. "Although, how did you do it?" she asked. Jiro shrugged, grunting as she placed the herb on a different wound. "My sword can feel, and I know how to manipulate my chakra enough. Although, I wasn't expecting to see that when I got my vision back." he said, referring to the dead therian he battled. Hinata nodded. "AI heard his clan could transform somehow, but I didn't expect that." she said, finishing the final wound. Jiro grunted as he stood, throwing a new shirt on. "I've got to see who I battle next." he said, smiling as he left.
Jiro watched Minato easily dispatch his next opponent, and Rukia had some difficulty. He heard a familiar name, turning to see the tall black haired woman named Vivian Von Carstein. He knew her and her team from the Chunin exams. Team Sarutobi had come under attack, and Vivian and her teammate, Johan, had arrived to help. Jiro was happy they helped, and made sure to thank them. Rukia was knocked out by an enemy back then, and Minato exerted himself too much. Jiro was the only one who managed to thank them, and had been drawn to them. They were different, and Jiro felt he was too.
Jiro watched Vivian use amazing agility and flexibility to dispatch her opponent. Johan was up next, and easily defeated his foe. Being six foot ten and pushing five hundred pounds of muscle, Johan had a size advantage from another world. He was immensely strong, but laid back. He had never gotten angry, and something told Jiro he was glad of that. He heard his name called, and walked up to the field across from his opponent. He frowned across the field at Kibako Inzuka, son of Kiba Inzuka. "Long time no see whelp." he growled across the field. Jiro frowned. "Says the one who couldn't keep up with his sister." Jiro said, and the canid boy frowned. "Says the one who got her killed." he growled out. Jiro growled, dropping his blade to the ground.
