Hidy ho dere
Well guys, this is my lovechild with dateless friday nights. At the time, I tried as hard as I knew how to try and write a good story with lots of appeal to it. When and if you review, I want no holds barred. I want and need strong literary criticism on this, and if you could reach down into your hearts to do it, I would be eternally greatful. I'll evenaccept your opionionsand thoughts on my ideas with open arms.So I humbly ask all of you to READ AND REVIEW! Thanks.
I don't own Naruto. I own my oc's. But I'd trade em in a heartbeat.
The humble Kusagakure village was, if nothing else, a beautiful sight to behold. Upon every wall grew thick, vibrant, green ivies that clung to the walls and even were known to envelope buildings completely. Right now it was fall, a time of decline among the flora of the region. While the ivies that the town was known for didn't recede, most of the trees began to turn light brownish and golden colors. The golden grasslands would become stiff twigs sticking out of the ground, looking like wooden memorials that numbered in the millions.
Fall would only precede winter however, where a blanket of snow would cover the village as gently as possible. The lights would be hung and people would sit in the streets for hours doing nothing more than talking to other people for no other reason than just wishing to be out, despite the colder weather. Winter was a time of human interaction and kindness. Everything seemed to get slower and happier in the winter.
Spring came in after winter, replacing it swiftly and quickly. The spring was a time for festival. The green ivies that covered each and every building and monument would suddenly explode in colorful flowers. Laughter would fill the streets for a good majority of the day, and the murmur of voices could be heard deep into the night. Spring was a season completely dedicated to happiness. During spring, problems melted away until some other time.
Summer was like spring in that it was a happy time, but more of that happiness was put into the work that needed to be done. People kept their jobs all year, but it wasn't until summer that these jobs got a more took a more serious role. The reasoning behind this was that so much of Kusagakure's life revolved around holiday, but the work that needed to be done couldn't take a back seat all year round. Summer was a time of productivity.
That was what Kusagakure was in only so many words. It was a small village of breathtaking beauty, a small ninja academy, and few problems. To the few that lived there, or had even had the opportunity to see it, it was the definition of paradise. The shinobi of the village were often known to show an undying loyalty to their country, and they hid their secrets extremely well.
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"Okay class, its time for your graduation test." Said a teacher to the classof young shinobi, all eager to riseup in the ranks for many various reasons"Your test is to make three doppelgangers of yourselves. Now come up when I call your names."
The room was a greenhouse. Lush grasses grew underfoot and ivies with large colorful flowers in a rainbow of colors creeped up the walls and ceiling. Each studen sat on large flat rocks on the ground rather than desks. Here, as with every other place in Kusagakure, one felt serene and complete. It was a place where nature filled in the empty spots in your soul. Of course, it was nothing special though, and even not really all that extravagant compared to other gardens and buildings in the small village.
The graduation test was to create three ordinary bunshins, one of the more difficult of basic genin skills needed to become a full-fledged shinobi. The students anxiously waited at their seats for their name to be called and they would stand and be measured.
The test went on without incident until a boy named Hei came to the front of the class with a determined grin plastered on his face. Half of the students didn't even know who he was, or that he was in their class. Normally, Hei was never called to the front to demonstrate anything. He was ominous in his own sense, but gave off an aura of kindness.
Hei was a boy of average height with dark green hair, wearing an oversized green t-shirt and khaki cargo pants. He wasn't special in any way that anybody knew of. He wasn't especially strong or smart. He wasn't great at ninjutsu. He usually came up in last place in his class. The townspeople brought him up in their daily gossip frequently though. As far as anyone knew, he didn't have parents, and how he came to be was a complete mystery. He didn't have any friends because of his low status in his class and in society, but everyone still met him with a smile. He was almost like the village pet that nobody wanted to take responsibility for.
Said unwanted dog stood with his feet apart, his face steeled in determination. He closed his eyes briefly, setting his mind right for the task ahead of him. In a flash of movement, he put his hands together in a seal. Blue chakra began to surge around him for a second, causing everyone to move just a bit further away. For a few seconds, the flowers and plants of the room started shaking and moving, in some instances growing far beyond their natural capabilities.
"Sorry sensei…" Hei said, dropping suddenly to one knee completely out of breath "Sometimes I can't control how much I use…"
Slowly, the plants stopped moving, as if calmed out of a fright. As stares focused themselves on his weakened figure, Hei blacked out completely, his mind to a peaceful black oblivion. Calmly and quietly, the teacher for that class quickly examined him and rushed him off to the school medic.
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"Well…" Hei said anxiously as he sat in front of the kusakage himself for reasons he didn't really understand "Did I pass the test? Am I a ninja now?"
"Don't worry, you passed." The kusakage said with a warm smile. He was a gargantuan man, towering over most, with long white hair that fell down to his mid back and was tied into a ponytail. He wore the traditional kusakage robes adorned with various flowers here and there. "But you should know that whatever jutsu you performed in that classroom goes beyond any explanation we have been able to procure. You scared alot of people today"
"But I would never hurt anybody of Kusagakure! You don't have to worry about me!" Hei said proudly with a smile. He truly was a patriot at heart.
"I know you wouldn't…but many people are afraid of things they don't understand…" The kusakage continued, his face becoming less cheery and more serious "You are already an oddity of the village, but now you exhibit an impressive show of power after being last in your class for so long."
"So they're afraid of me because they don't understand me?" Hei repeated rhetorically,using a child's logic"That doesn't make much sense to me."
"I know it doesn't, but that's precisely what makes you a good person." The kusakage said to him warmly "I'm going to place you in a cell with a very special instructor to keep an eye on you. If I could, I would just tell the people that your little display didn't happen, but it did and they know it. The people are going to need to know how your training is going so they don't get too scared. Know that I personally have nothing against you and think that you'll do quite well as a ninja."
"Thank you kusakage sama." Hei said with a bow "I think I understand what you're saying. I'll try my hardest to be the best ninja possible!"
Hei left the kusakage's office to go and meet whoever his new sensei would be. As he left, the Kusakage slumped down into his chair with his old age starting to show through. He seemed to be very tired, but anybody who knew him would have known better. The Kusakage had just made a very important decision.
"Kusakage sama, is that really the boy the records foretold of?" One of the shinobi who kept a constant guard by the Kusakage asked nervously.
"I'm afraid so." The Kusakage answered gravely "It really is a shame to do all this to such a nice young boy. If I could, I would surely let him live."
"Are you sure it has to be this way Kusakage sama?" The shinobi asked again "Isn't there some way around the spilling of innocent blood?"
"If our village is to continue, no…" The Kusakage answered with the tired sigh of a man who has to make difficult decisions "But sometimes I think that if our lives depend on spilling an innocent boy's blood, I'd rather die like we're all supposed to."