"Again!"
"Hmmf! Hmmf!"
The young protégé of the strongest Ninja in the world trains in the sacred wilderness of the Mt. Fuji terrain. His instructor, Jo Hayabusa, watches his student intently, taking in the fluidity of his movements and the strength behind each swing of the katana that is gripped firmly in his hands. The young warrior is Ryu Hayabusa, the 16 year old son of Jo Hayabusa. Though many teenagers of the modern era tend to exhibit rebellion and whimsical thinking, the young Dragon Ninja was raised in the entirety of spiritualism. Meditation on the name helps him channel his ki and above all, helps him maintain his sanity should it venture too far from his being. Whilst the strength of his training was portrayed in the finely sculpted body that appeared to have been cut out of marble, his will was not too far behind. As he has been told constantly, Ryu has a demeanor of a man far older than himself. He is a Dragon Ninja of the Hayabusa clan, his responsibility to the world is a significant aspect of a Hayabusa Ninja. The Hayabusa clan has descended from the divine Dragon Gods of ancient; Created by the omnipotent creator of creation himself, Gurdu. As a result of his heritage, Ryu tends to exhibit a calm and tranquil nature, and is always eager to learn new techniques to perfect his deadly art.
"Enough!" Jo Hayabusa exclaims, Ryu's emerald eyes immediately lock onto his fathers. He promptly sheathes his sword and gives his mentor a respectable bow.
"Excellent work Ryu. Your technique is nearing mastery. Perhaps the day I entrust you with our ancestral heirloom is but a hairstrand away." At this comment, Jo Hayabusa smiles as he notices how his son's eyes lit up in excitement. Even though Ryu is a notably wise and philosophical young man, he is still an aging teenager, and so his ties with his childhood have not yet been shed. The young Dragon Ninja has always dreamed of carrying the indestructible Dragon Sword in his hands. It has been passed down in his family since the finding of the Hayabusa clan by the Dragons of old. Ryu trains to become a stronger ninja so that one day, he may be able to carry that weapon and face his destiny.
"Thank you father." Ryu smiled as he began to walk over to his father.
"Come. Let's head back to the village and get something to eat, I'm sure you're famished." Jo playfully slaps his sons back as the two begin to descend the mountain toward the Hayabusa village. Ryu sheds his mask and ties his long brown hair in a ponytail before striking a conversation with his Father.
"Father, did you ever hear back from the CIA. What did they say?"
"Ah yes, thank you for reminding me. It appears that an underground satanic cult known as Will O' Wisp, has been causing a ruckus around these parts." Ryu raises a brow at this.
"Will.. O' Wisp?" he replied questioningly.
"Yes. They worship the fiends. The Will O' Wisp has connections with the NUKPANA. You remember them don't you son?" Ryu nods as his eyes narrow.
How could I forget?
"Yes. I'm surprised their faction continues to reside here. With the incident in Mokujin City, a wise retreat would do them good." Jo cracks his neck in place and his face lowers into a frown.
"Indeed. The NUKPANA are a bunch of psychotic, money laundering fools with too much time on their hands. Instead of wasting money in the pursuit of a lost cause, they should focuse on rebuilding their village." Ryu's eyes shift to the ground before he replies.
"They have always hated us, jealousy spurring from these abominations that flow in our veins."
Jo Hayabusa turns his attention to his son, slowing his walking pace in the process.
"Ryu. The pursuit of power is a winding road of tribulation. Strive too far and you cannot retrace your footsteps, run before you can walk and you cannot even see the path. Be relaxed and resist any temptations. Guru is our creator and master. He creates all whether it is good or evil. There are those who choose to live in light as there are those who choose to live in shadow. Shadow must remain where it always is, in the wake of everything." At the last word of the sentence, Jo slightly lowers his pitch. Ryu stiffens slightly as his statement conjures up moments of that frightening day. That eventful, spiteful day.
The forest is dense. Brush covers every nook and cranny of sight and an eerie fog descends upon the vicinity, giving a fear evoking below zero visibility.
Screams and bellows are heard, as warriors of the NUKPANA are slashed beyond recognition; their blood splattering the brush with a red acrylic like paint. The bringer of "Justice" is a young adolescent ninja of 12 years. He bears the dragon lineage insignia on his back and his long signature brown hair hangs limply with dried blood covering its roots; no doubt from his fallen enemies. His yellow, feral eyes lock with his enemies and send shocks of fear down their spines. The young Dragon Ninja slashes his last victim's midsection in half, the crossection clearly visible to an unfortunate spectator who is yet alive.
"No! Stay away from me you fucking demon!"
The young ninja strides forward in a slow, hypnotizing manner. His sword is lowered as blood and gore drips down the blood groove onto the forest floor of the battlefield.
"P-Please. I..I-I don't want to die!" The man exclaims in mind-numbing fear as he backs into a tree.
The Ninja pays the man no heed as his yellowish pupils constrict and his face bears a scowl, a look of resentment that would make the Jashin himself turn a cheek.
He finally replies, "Fool! You should have thought about that before you conjured those abominations and killed all those people!" With a clank, the Ninja readies his sword and prepares to finish the job.
"You! You can't do this! You're a protector not a destro-"
The man is abruptly cut off with an impalement carrying power of colossal magnitude; His katana is shoved through the conjurer's mouth, the tip of the blade passing through the other end of the tree. After a dead silence, The young ninja relentlessly withdraws his sword and promptly sheathes it. He steps back to inspect the damage. The man bears a horribly contorted look on his face and blood continues to ooze out of his mouth, the mere action causing muscles spasms throughout his body and horrific gurgling sounds coming from being drowned in his own blood. The man gazes at his killer's face as his last seconds approach. Tears stream down his face and onto the Dragon Ninja's boots. The young ninja's face is shrouded by the bangs of his long brown hair and clearly feels no remorse. After the death of the NUKPANA grunt an eerie silence ensues.
Eventually, Rain begins to fall at a startling rate washing the blood off of Ryu's armor and weaponry. As time passes lightning ensues and covers the battlefield in short bursts of radiant light. In the short elapses of illusory sunlight, Ryu's face is revealed, His irises now bearing a reddish hue and a bloodthirsty smirk now covering his young face. The blood rushing through his body pounds in his ears as all rational thought begins to leave him. Ryu turns around and begins to walk away. Then in an instant he sprints towards his victim and drives his foot into his upper skull. Shattering the head into pieces and leaving merely a jaw. The horrific onslaught ends, in the worst fatality imaginable...
"RYU!"
The Dragon Ninja immediately snaps his neck to the direction of the voice. The mere action almost giving him a whiplash of an epic proportions. He sees his father standing in the black of the forrest with a shocked look on his face. Time stands still and the only thing Ryu can hear is the hard beating of his heart, like a wardrum before a pre-emptive stike. Father and Son locks eyes for what seems like eternity; Each registering the mutual pain and confusion that is read like an open book. Eventually Ryu shifts away, his eyes drop, an emotional revelation hitting him like a stampede. His demonic blood pools to the pit of his soul, leaving his body in the form of bloody tears. Before long, Ryu's eyes once again return to their vibrant, shining emerald. The young ninja starts a running pace toward his Father, eager to be saved from the abomination of his demonic blood.
As he walks forward he realizes that he is in a small room, and his Father is nowhere to be found. Ryu stands staring at the wall that once seperated him from his Father before a startling sound causes him to turn around in retaliation of fear.
A door is swung ajar and maniacal laughter is heard. Ryu readies his sword, as tears stream down his face.
"FATHER!"
"RYU! WAKE UP!" The voice of Jo Hayabusa is heard.
"...!" The Dragon Ninja's emerald eyes dart around in confusion. He finds himself standing at the edge of a hill, looking down towards the Hayabusa village alongside his Father.
"Are you alright?" His father states with worry in his voice.
Ryu blinks and momentarily replies, "Yes. Sorry Father I am alright."
Jo Hayabusa nods and gestures his son to follow him. The two begin to descend the hill as the commotion of the village begins to escalate in sound.
Author's Notes
Tell me what you guys think! I always wanted a story like this. I paticularly didn't like Ninja Gaiden 3 that much so I wanted to write a story that explored more of his humanity from a past perspective. When he was a legit teenager lol. He is a wise badass like everyone says but everyone is carefree and goofy in their teenage years. I want this story to be a proper approach to someone's humanity. Just who was Ryu Hayabusa before he was a Super Ninja? As always REVIEW PLEASE! I need your opinions people! This is my first fanfiction and any plot ideas or other ideas regarding Naruto will aid me. I need to start watching Naruto Shippudden again haha! Oh btw, Jashin is the name of the Archfiend aka Satan of hell. Peace out!