Story Idea 1
The warrior watched as the pathetic Konoha wanna-be kunoichi duked it out on the floor. His tanned face was lined in disgust at the despicable performance these...fangirls put on. His sword hand ached to take the lives on these women who disdained and brought low the worth of those who had poured blood, sweat and tears into reaching the goal of Chuunin.
"If this is the worth of Konoha," he muttered to himself as the sorry excuse for a bout was brought to a thankful close as his bright green eyes flashed maliciously behind the fringe of his raven's wing black hair, "then I am very disappointed."
As the fool girls were transported off the battleground, the warrior's eyes travelled around the rest of the room, taking in viable threats to him. After all, as a warrior or shinobi with no team or village to be beholden to or be supported by, he was on his own and had to make his own way. Indeed, the only way he was able to participate in this exam as a travelling-nin was because he was vouched for by Konoha's patron, the Fire Daimyo.
Even then, as his eyes flicked towards various empty spots in the room, the hosting village trusted him as about as far as one of the wannabes could have thrown their monument. That was fine with him, he felt the same.
Still, he thought as the electronic lottery rolled once more, he needed the publicity the Chuunin Exams could provide if he wanted to have the chance to be approached with more lucrative contracts.
Beep!
TenTen of Konoha vs Hikaru Uzumaki
"Well," he grumbled once more as he made his way to the floor with the kunoichi wearing the sleeveless pink shirt, heedless of the comotion that spread amongst the rest of the Konoha Genin, centred around the orange wearing blonde, "time to get to work."
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Naruto's eyes were wide and incoherent words came from his flapping jaws.
Uzumaki. Uzumaki. The name he bore and was supposedly given as an orphan.
And now another was using it.
Hope, fear, anger, confusion and more clouded his mind. Another bore the same name as him and, he hoped, may have a connection to him. A family member that was long lost but now found.
As the others around him mumbled in puzzlement, he eyed the one who had his name.
A bit older than he was by about two or three years, taller as well. The raven black hair was tied in a firm braid behind him, leaving only a small fringe that covered his forhead if he stood upright. Bright but sharp green eyes practically glowed out of the tanned face. His choice of clothing was somewhat different to normal shinobi, strong combat boots instead of sandals, long black pants, a black frontal breast plate with an odd white design, fingerless gloves with a metal plate over the back of the palm and long red coat coat that covered the entirety of his back and arms. Oddly enough, he carried no weapons save for an empty straight sword sheath slung over his back with a baldric and a fiercely painted skull mask at his belt.
He honestly looked nothing like Naruto.
A well of disappointment filled the jinchuuriki's heart. 'Just a coincidence,' he thought bitterly.
A clap of a hand on his shoulder caused him to briefly turn to its owner. Kakashi looked him in eyes, a first considering his Uchiha favouritism, and seemed to convey sympathy.
Naruto turned back, flicking off the hand of his piss poor teacher. Too little, too late.
Even if it was only coincidence that their names matched, he was rather interested to see the strength of this person.
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Hikaru waited patiently as the proctor went through the details for the match, having already heard them several time before, he instead studied his opponent.
Above average height and sleekly muscled with evidence of calluses on her finger tips and palms. A stance that was ready to move instantly. She was already proving to be better than the previous two.
Lets see if she show some true skill.
"Hajime," the proctor yelled.
The girl swiftly leapt back at pace thar easily outstripped the previous, giving herself some room, as her left hand dived into the kunai pouch on the opposite hip and threw.
Not moving an inch, Hikaru watched as the kunai flew at a blistering pace, thrown by the hands of master and cutting the air before them with a shrill whistle, aiming for his vital points.
Ten feet... he raised his left hand at the five knives.
Five feet... his handmade as if grasp something before him.
One foot... his hand blurred.
Simultaneous blinks came from the genin before him and above him as his then empty hand was suddenly filled with the thrown kunai. Each of his fingers in the rings.
"Well thrown," he complimented his surprised opponent, "each of those were aimed to either to kill or grievously wound in such a way that it would be generally impossible to catch them all as I did and instead have to block or dodge."
He chuckled slightly at the miffed expression on the woman's face.
"That type of accuracy is rarely seen even amongst the best of marksman," he continued as he plucked each of the kunai from his fingers as his eyes slowly grew hard, "It makes me wonder... is accuracy all you have?"
A sudden gesture from his right hand had the kunai in it flying back toward his opponent the same way as they were thrown at him.
Only much much faster.
It was only her vast speed training with her teammates that allowed her to dodge the nigh invisible speeding projectile. Even then, they nipped her clothes and flesh as she frantically dodged.
BOOM!
An explosion behind made her glimpse backward and had her eyes bulging. Where the kunai had passed her and struck the wall were massive wholes showing the corridor behind them. This Hikaru had thrown her kunai back so hard that they had shattered the wall they had hit. Tenten's eyes hardened, that wasn't possible without some type of jutsu yet she hadn't sensed any build up of chakra despite her being pretty skilled at doing so.
This match had gotten much more dangerous for her. Those would have killed her if they had hit. No more time for messing around, go for the win with my trump.
"Good instincts as well," Hikaru continued to compliment, "you are quite fast."
Tenten snorted as she pulled two scrolls from her hip pouch, raising an eyebrow from the still unmoving warrior. "I've had to be," she growled as she unrolled them, "my sensei is Gai Maito."
"Youth!" yelled the Green Beast and his Mini-Me.
Hikaru winced and sweatdropped, "You have my condolences,"
"You can give your condolences," she rumbled tossing the scrolls high in the air, "after you are filled with steel!" leaping up between them and beginning to spin, "Twin Rising Dragons."
Hikaru's opponent began unsealing various weapons and launching them towards at a terrific speed. Warhammers, spears, halberds, swords, axes, knives and so much for filled the air with a rain of steel. If they had hit it would be the end of her opponent.
But they didn't.
To her disbelief, along with the onlookers, Hikaru merely batted away the weapons with an empty left hand, the rest of his body unmoving while his hand blurred redirecting all her weapons to his sides and on the floor.
By the time she was finished her attack, broken weapons littered the stone floor on both sides of the odd nin. She was officially freaked.
Hikaru looked at her in disappointment.
"Your marksmanship failed once, whatever made you think it would triumph if you tried again?"
Tenten grinned for a moment as she held her hands and arms wide as light glinted off of thin wires, "This," she answered bringing her arms together.
The metal on the floor leapt towards the now bored Hikaru, intending to pierce his body with the shrapnel it was made of.
Only to be swallowed by a golden light.
Tenten could only watch in disbelief as the remains of her weapons all vanished into a field of golden light that sprung up around her adversary, her wires falling limp as if the connections to her weapons were cut.
Abruptly as it came into being, the light vanished leaving only an irritated Hikaru staring balefully at a dumbfounded girl.
"Your childish stubbornness is beginning to irritate me child," he rasped, his voice steely, making her flinch, "your weapons were destroyed almost beyond repair and still you used them against me." Hikaru snorted in slight disdain, "that shows a great lack of respect for the steel that could one day save your life. This proves to me that you are one of the most deplorable of warriors. An Owner."
Tenten flushed with rage. "I am not deplorable. I will be-"
"Little more than a footnote or less in history," Hikaru snapped at her, interrupting her tirade before it began, "I heard you proclaim in the previous matches that you were a weapon's mistress. A master in other words," he barked a harsh mocking laugh, "What a fool you are. You are no more a master than an ant could be the ruler of dragons."
An angry kunoichi launched herself at the one who mocked her in with a taijutsu attack, only for her leg to swatted aside hard enough to make her spin until her back faced her opponent. The left hand that had blocked all of her attacks was then at her lower back and shoved.
She flew fast and awkwardly along then stone until she crashed into the statue. Pain filled her mind as she crumpled where she hit. Gathering her senses she found that arrogant prick still speaking.
"With weapons use there are three normal types of people." He lectured.
"One is the role of the maker. They are ones who dedicate their heart and soul to making the weapons that carry their will or made for a single purpose. Their heart is ruled by the flame and their mind by the metal they shape. To them, good or bad, creation is their life. And thus their creations are made powerful. Muramasa and his bloodthirstiness, Masamune and his desire for peace are examples of this.
"The second is the role of the master. Through blood, sweat and tears. Through pain and sorrow, glory and triumph. They wield the weapon at their side until they reach the point that it becomes an intrinsic part of them and they, part of it. They complete each other to point of being inseparable. Some reach such mastery that even the merest blade of grass in their hands becomes something that could the greatest of weapons made. Miyamoto Musashi, The Sword Saint, is an example of this.
"Then," he sneered to the captivated audience, "we come to owners. Scavengers and vultures who haunt the battlefields or pompous princes resting on the laurels of their forefathers. They have no respect for the blades and weapons that aided their previous owners with their great powers. They merely take the weapons and use them as their own, without training for the great skills that the weapon has inherited and rely on its great power rather than their own. Worms they are for doing this. An excellent example of such people would be Rokusho Aoi, former Konoha-nin and present Ame-nin, who stole the Raijin-no-Ken of your venerated Nidaime."
A stir went up among the rest of the Konoha-nin and the Hokage was leaning forward with narrowed eyes at the travelling-nin currently fighting, wondering at the information that he had and how he obtained it.
Hikaru ignored them and kept speaking to his opponent.
"You used brilliant weapons that were made by an exceedingly gifted craftsman. Some of the best I have seen outside of some specialised weapons and you used them like they were disposable chopsticks at a ramen stand," he ignored the 'oi!' from the orange wearing self-proclaimed Uzumaki.
Hikaru drew himself up as an invisible wind briefly lifted his hair, exposing a lightning like scar for a moment.
"For such beliefs," he annouced as golden circles appeared above him, weapons slightly emerging from them making everyone's eyes widen and Tenten scramble to her feet, "feel the wrath of Steel!"
The weapons shot forward.
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Harry Potter / Fate/Stay Night / Naruto
Basically Harry is raised by Kiritsugu at an early age and after his death Gilgamesh takes an interest in him, enters and leaves the Wizarding World after he finds some details amongst his mother's possessions in the family vault. He participates in the Fifth Holy Grail War with a different Saber. Unlimited Blade Works Route, to a point . He traces his mother's family to an Uzumaki clan and with the help of the goblins enters the Elemental countries that had been cut off from the rest of the world by a massive bounded field. He searches for what family he has whilst taking mercenary contracts like his adopted father before him.
He is not Shirou but has the similar but not identical alignments to him. So expect him to act differently.
Well what do you think?