A/N erm so this is just another test story of mine. If you'd like me to continue just hmu with some good feedback so I know if it's worth continueing. And yes I know it's short (Again) but it's just a test to see how people react.
Long ago, many people believed in the supernatural. Ghosts, goblins, gods, and many other things that come with it. Though many people believed, simply believing is not enough without any proof.
That statement led to a group of people known as the "Hollows", a sort of cult killing the non believers. The more they killed, the more their cult grew and grew, until they were widely known and no one had the power to go against them. Many began to believe these people were the devil incarnate. Soon people began to see them walking around wearing weird masks and some look rather stange. They also seemed to have a rather strange ability that they would hear them call it "Cero".
This ability people saw gave them the creeps, and it made them believe for sure that they were indeed the devil incarnate. Moreover it deathly scared them for what it could do as it could evaporate a building with but a thought. People began to move towards the west where it was said monks lived and help people that were in need of it, but the monks were as useless as the normal citizens that were looking for ways to combat the hollows.
But many years later sat a man in a traditional monk clothing sitting in a lotus position the man in question, is deathly pale as it would for someone that has not seen light in years his hair is all but gone on his bald head and eyes closed. All of a sudden, he feels something pulling him to the deepest parts of him and lets it guide him as he dives deeper into what one day would be known as a "Soul". As he reaches it he sees a white light and holds out his hand and grabs it.
In a flash of light his life is shown before him to where he is now as his eyes snap open showing his bright blue eyes. He blinked a few times before a sudden pain tore through his body it felt as his whole body was being baked alive he felt as if he was on the sun itself. As if some poured lava straight into his veins. But as soon as it came it disappeared but he felt different? He looked down and went wide eyed as he was now longer in the cave but in an all white room.
"Hello?" He called out with a voice that sounded broken but held hope. He hoped that what he felt earlier was not a dream, that he might be able to wield said power to fight of the beings known as "Hollows" and teach his fellow monks to wield this mysterious power.
But, what he was not expecting was a strange looking piece of metal to form and float towards him.
"Whaa?" He then reached out towards it and what looked like the handle flew into his hand and the metal facing upwards. As he looks at it in awe, feeling the immense power come from it in waves.
He then feels as if someone or something is telling him something of importance. He finally hears it clearly and shouts.
"Tenchi o saite,-ka ni jimen o tsukutte kudasai! Shiroi kitsune!" (tear the heavens and piece the ground below! White fox!) And as soon as those words left his mouth, the power grew even larger and the white room he was in seemed to crack. And all of a sudden, it shattered like glass.
Opening his eyes, he blinked. He was back in the cave, but this time, he had the strange metal thing that would be later known as a "Zanpakutō".
He walked out of the cave, light filling his eyes, blurring his vision before his eyes had cleared up and focused. He saw everything incredibly clear, as if his vision was restored to the day he was born. Though, everything seemed to be in slow motion.
He began to climb down from the cave he was in. As he was going down, he stepped on a loose piece of ground and it came out from underneath him, causing him to tumble down the mountain. He thought he would not be able to save the people from the hollows as he felt he would die here.
But by his luck it seemed he came down unscratched. As he stood back up he shakily picked up his Zanpakutō. Wonder what this strange thing could do he Swung it down and marveled at the damage it did to the nearby forest. The trees were sheared to ribbons.
Snapping out of his thoughts he began to run towards the nearest place. He felt dark energy as if it was on instinct. Thinking this was just another ability he got from this power up, he noted that he was much faster than before.
Minutes later he came across a town filled with this sinister energy. He then felt some were stronger than others. He saw them walking up and down the roads as he took a spot on a roof hiding his presence.
After evaluating every signature there, he then jumps from his spot from the roof and all hell breaks loose…
How long has it been? How long has it been since he found the new power of his? How long since he made the realm that would be known as the "Soul Society"? He wanted to take a break. He needed someone to take over in his place…
Walking down a cobblestone path way was a man standing at 6' 4" wearing a Pure white clad robe. On his waist dangled a sword sheath. It was pure black in color with a single bright red line going straight down it.
The robe hid most of his body but his face. Said face was that of a war veteran. The man had Sea blue eyes, long white hair that went dont his back nearing his legs.
Each step he took the ground underneath him wound leave a white footprint in the grey cobblestone.
Stopping suddenly the man looked over to his right and saw a boy. This boy was sitting in a field all by himself. Said boy was clad in nothing but a pair of tore blue shorts. He had a scar going across his back.
The man turned his body towards the boy and without a word he walked up to the boy. The boy now noticing the man he'd later call "Master" and "Sensei" and the only man he'd let boss him around.
"What's your name boy?" The White robe clad man asked, his voice smooth but you could feel the raw power emitted from it.
"Shigekuni Yamamoto, sir." the boy muttered out as he stood up to face the man. The boy was a good two feet shorter than the man in front of him.
"What's yours?" The boy asked curiously.
"Naruto. Just Naruto" The now named Naruto answered.
It had been years since Shigekuni Yamamoto was taken in by Naruto, Yamamoto began to view this man as a father and after learning who he was and what he does he vowed to create a better Soul Society. He vowed to his New father that he would do this no matter the hard times ahead it would bring.
Naruto smiled the whole time. After hearing this vow he told Yamamoto he'd teach him in his arts that would later be dubbed as a "Shinigami".
"Naruto-sama?" A gruff voice asked. The voice belonged to a man clad in a White robe standing around 5' 11". The mans face had a single scar going over his forehead and a sword sheath by his side.
"Hmm?" Was a quiet response from the now named Naruto. Over the years he hand not changed in the slightest.
"Are you leaving now?" The man questioned.
"Yes Yamamoto, it's time for you to do your vow." Was all Naruto said as his body slowly disappeared from all vison.
"Of course Naruto-sama, I will." The now named Yamamoto said with conviction as he pulled the sword out of its Sheath and sliced open his hand drawing blood.
"I vow Naruto-sama I will show you I'm worthy of the name of your son…"