Hi everyone! This is my first fanfiction that I written before and I decided to do it on Naruto as I enjoyed both series of Naruto and Naruto Shippuden. I watched him start as a small immature 12 year old boy before growing up and maturing into the 7th Hokage (although I must admit, I've not seen any of Boruto). Anyway, I wrote this for fun as I thought it would be a different thing to have in the Naruto universe. I'll apologise in advance if it seems boring to start off with and for any grammar and spell mistakes that I make as it will only be me writing and checking over. But I promise to try my best to improve the action and adventure in this story. However, I will also try to keep this fanfiction to stick to the original story arcs, but there will be significant changes throughout this story, so please try to keep that in mind. IN NO WAY DO I OWN NARUTO, NARUTO SHIPPUDEN OR ANY THING RELATED TO THE FRANCHISE (plz don't sue me) Anyway, on to the story
Blood. The strong and sickly aroma of it filled the cool harsh air in large quantities. The shock on everyone's face was obvious to see for no one had expected such a simple attack to do so much damage to such a large and powerful army.
'Is this all you can manage?!' a mysterious figure clad in red armour shouted from atop a grotesque bulb-like creature 'disappointing! I was expecting much more of a challenge from the 'great and mighty' united shinobi alliance' the sarcasm high in his voice as he spat those words out.
'It's not over yet' a blond male cried out in an attempt at boosting morale whilst struggling to clamber to his own feet. This caught one of the men atop the great creature off guard. 'Whilst I can still stand, I will still continue to fight, I simply can't allow myself to fail here!' The male had medium length golden yellow hair, bright blue eyes and orange and black jumpsuit. By the way the rest of the army looked at him, he was clearly respected by all, even though he only looked about 16. However, as he struggled to his feet, his legs simply gave out and he fell back down. The fatigue of fighting the man was clearly taking its toll on the teen. His body was already covered in scratches and bruises, whilst there was a large cut across his left arm, probably sustained from the last attack.
This caused the mysterious figure to throw his head back in a fit of laughter, one which deserved to have belonged to a mad man, his long jet-black hair flailing wildly as did his armour, resulting in a scrapping sound as the red plates collided with each other. 'You have no hope of beating me, just give up' he boasted, stomping his right foot down whilst hunching his back to look closer at the people he was talking down upon. The man was clearly letting his confidence over take him, whilst taking in the joy of casting the opposing shinobi further into a deep dark pit of despair and hopelessness.
At that moment, another shinobi decided to emerge and stepped forward from the pure carnage behind them. He stood next to the blond figure, who was now lying on the floor attempting to stand up again. This shinobi had long jet-black hair with crimson red highlights, which was held back by a pure black head band which simply read 'ninja'. Two individual bangs seemed to fall flawlessly over the headband, lining up with his jawline on either side of his face. His onyx black eyes seemed to glow with a fire of determination and had a hint of a hidden strength, just begging to be released.
Whilst his sleeveless navy blue unzipped hoodie seemed to be stained with blood and dust, the blood was unknown to either be his own or his allies, his black trousers were ripped and tattered around the edges as they clung closely to his body through either sweat or blood, before ending half way down his shins. This was due to his pair of black sandals, which started from his upper shin, so he tended to tuck the ends of his trousers into them. He did this so his black sandals could provide more protection for walking or fighting. The grey skin tight shirt he wore under his hoodie seemed to be torn in multiple places, revealing multiple shallow cuts and bruised skin. He wore a pair of gauntlets which heavily resembled a pair of lion paws. They covered his entire hands, however they didn't seem to restrict his hand movement, this was because they seemed to be made of a lightweight metal which was thin, yet strong. He kept these on by using a series of leather straps wrapped around his wrists. Engraved on the palm of the gauntlets seemed to be the image of a lion mid roar, this acted as the seal for ejecting or withdrawing the 5 sharp curved metal blades which lived on the fingers of the gauntlets, these seemed to resemble the claws on the paws of a lion. The colour of the gauntlets seemed to match his red highlights, yet also had a sort of golden glow to them. Although they looked such a vibrant colour, they were dented and scratched all over, possibly due to being relied on heavily to fight in such an intense battle.
'Naruto is right' he shouted confidently, amplifying his voice with his chakra to ensure that everyone could hear him clearly. 'Just because things look bleak does not mean that this battle is lost. It's time to show Madara and his lackeys just how strong the ninja of the new generation are! He looked downwards to face the blonde and placed a gauntlet clad hand on his shoulder, with the claws retracted of course 'you've fought valiantly my friend, leave the rest to me for now. You go get patched up so you're ready to back me up' the dark-haired shinobi instructed with a smile on his face. Naruto looked like he wanted to disagree and object, but he knew his argument was irrelevant. He couldn't even stand up, never mind fight, so he didn't object when a pink haired shinobi appeared behind him and began to emit a greenish glow from her hands, which began to heal his wounds. The dark haired shinobi began to advance further, closing the distance between himself and the figure now known as Madara. He passed some of his chakra through the gauntlets to the seals, in order to drag out the hidden blades once again.
This caused Madara, to begin to laugh even harder and at a higher volume than before.
'This is priceless' Madara announced in between his rib breaking bursts of laughter 'to think that my son is acting as a leader for once! oops did I say that last part out loud' he mocked loudly
The dark haired shinobi silently cursed. 'There it goes, my well-guarded secret, something that I'd kept well hidden for around 10 years' he thought to himself. He looked up to watch Madara jump down from the bulb like creature, leaving another man on his own on top of the mighty beast, before landing directly in front of Uzoo.
'Join me my son. With your power alongside mine, this battle will easily be ours. This is your destiny after all' Madara proclaimed, outstretching his hand to his son, Uzoo.
The disbelieving mutters increased in volume to shouts of anger as the rest of the force demanded answers as they simply could not wrap their heads around it. A 17-year-old, the son of Madara?! This physically could not be possible.
'Uzoo' a male in a green jonin vest with black hair, tied up in a way which resembled a pineapple, shouted from behind him 'tell us it isn't true, this can't be true, it's simply impossible, right?' he pleaded, the usually level headed jonin losing his composure, he was desperate to learn that Madara was throwing out false accusations about one of his closest friends.
Uzoo sighed again. 'Shikamaru must really feel like such an idiot, befriending the son of a traitor to both clan and village' he thought to himself with a chuckle. 'Well since they already know, at least I don't have to hold myself back anymore'
As he turned to answer Shikamaru, a kunai came flying towards his head. He closed his eyes concentrating chakra in to them before the kunai made contact. A loud CLANG echoed across the battle field. When Uzoo reopened his eyes, he was greeted with stares of disgust and betrayal. For the kunai, which would have most certainly killed him if not serious wounded the young man, collided with the stomach of a very large grey skeleton emanating around Uzoo's body. A Susanoo.
'Troublesome' Shikamaru muttered whilst refusing to take his eyes off his former 'friend' before shouting to the other shinobi behind him 'he already has his Mangekyo Sharingan unlocked, we need to assume formation immediately!'
A loud battle cry flooded the ground as other shinobi managed to find the strength to struggle to their feet after all. After ignoring Shikamaru's warning, they still attempted to charge Uzoo. Although this didn't work as most of the shinobi were blown away by the skeletal hand of a blue Susanoo. Uzoo, turned to reface his father, to see that he had called forth the skeletal version of his Susanoo already.
'Oh god' Uzoo wondered to himself 'how did it turn out like this, such a choice. Friends and village or family'
His name is Uzoo Uchiha, and this is his story.
How did you guys find the first chapter? I enjoyed writing it personally, even though I struggled majorly with starting the entire story. However because of how much I struggled with starting this story off, I did have to revert to a 3rd person point of view, this was purely for the chapter however, as I want to write as much of this story from Uzoo's POV, although there maybe some situations where I show it from someone else's POV to attempt to capture the story in a different light, however when this is the case I'll make sure that's clearly stated. I tried to keep the characters and details involved at the start of the story to a minimum as I'm not focusing on the 4th Shinobi war majorly yet. I already have the plan for the next chapter and that should be uploaded within the next few days.