The Golden Shinobi
I do not own Naruto. Only the oc.
My name, is Satsugai-Sha Kogane Ryu. That translates to be 'The Golden Dragon of the Dragon Slayer clan.' I was born to kill dragons. Now, if you've never seen a dragon, let me tell you that they are the most powerful and terrifying creature on this Earth. One glance at me would tell you that I'm strong, but you'd never guess that I'm strong enough to kill a monster the size of a village with a hide like steel armor. Allow me to describe myself. I'm 15 years old. I'm five feet and six inches tall, rather big for my age. I weigh 120 pounds. I wear black Shinobi sandals, black shorts, mesh armor underneath a black sleeveless shirt, over that the standard Konoha flak jacket, and a long black cloak that bears the symbol of my clan embroidered with golden thread. I also wear a pair of steel-backed black, fingerless gloves. My shirt has a collar that extends upward to cover my face. Across my face I wear a forehead protector that is engraved with the symbol of my birth village, a sun bisected by a horizontal line. It runs diagonally from upper left to the bottom right, covering my left eye. I wear my Konoha forehead protector on my right bicep. I have bright golden hair, hence my name. My right eye is a piercing green. My left eye, hidden by my forehead protector, is a bright gold. A fair warning, if you see the flash of gold in my eye, chances are you're about to die.
Anyway, I'm about to meet the unit I've been assigned to observe. As a Chuunin about to become a Jounin, I'm observing how a Jounin trains and leads a unit of new Genin. Currently, I'm standing on top of a wooden arch, waiting for someone. Then, I see some kids. One with violently blonde hair and an orange jumpsuit. Uzumaki Naruto. I've heard of him. Next to him is a girl with pink hair. Haruno Sakura. Then, a kid with black hair and a grim face. The lone survivor of the Uchiha clan massacre, Uchiha Sasuke. None of them notice me, as Naruto and Sakura seemed to be arguing over something, while Sasuke just stared into the distance. All of us, well actually just me and Sasuke, patiently await the arrival of the Jounin. Then, several minutes later, he joins me on the arch. As the sudden movement draws the attention of the Genin, I jump back to another arch to remain hidden. I study the Jounin as he greets his team. Spiky white hair, face mask, left eye covered by his forehead protector. A lot like me. I recognize him as Hatake Kakashi, the Copy Ninja. This is going to be an interesting assignment.
As the unit begins to head toward their predetermined training area, I drop down behind them silently. Kakashi is the only who notices, but he doesn't react. I survey the group of Genin. A genius, a nerd and a kid without talent. What an interesting bunch. After a while, the blonde kid, Naruto, glances back and sees me. I expect him to react with fear, but he doesn't. Instead, he smiles and waves at me.
"Hey there! Who are you!" He asks. As he does, the other two stop and turn around. The girl gives me the reaction I expected. Her face goes pale. Sasuke does nothing. I inwardly sigh. "I said, who are you?" Naruto asks again. Boy this kid is annoying. I sigh, this time physically.
"I am Satsugai-Sha Kogane Ryu. You may call me Kogane." One by one, they notice my Konoha forehead protector and relax. Well, Sasuke once again does nothing. Jeez, this one is just as annoying.
"What are you doing here?" Sakura asks.
"I've been assigned to observe how a Jounin trains and leads a team of Genin. Your team is the one I've been assigned to. Think of me as... a student teacher." All of their faces relax further. Except for Sasuke's. He just turns and starts walking again with a 'Hmph' sound. I roll my eyes. "Better get going, Naruto and Sakura."
"How do you know our names?" Naruto asks. I roll my eyes again.
"I've memorized every name and face on the list of this year's Genin."
"Oh." He says, then turns and follows Sasuke. Sakura continues to stare at me.
"Are you a Jounin then?" She queries. I perk up, mentally of course. This girl knows how to ask the right questions.
"No, I'm a Chuunin. I'm about to become a Jounin, though." She nods, then starts to walk, glancing at me every so often. I walk next to her in stoic silence. Eventually, she's the one to break the silence. "Why do you have two forehead protectors?" She asks. "And what is the Satsugai-Sha clan? I've never heard of it."
"This forehead protector is from my birth village, Asahigakure. And my clan, the Satsugai-Sha, is one of the noble clans of that village."
"Asahigakure? I've never heard of that."
"It's located in a small country bordering Hi no Kuni, Hagane no Kuni." As I say this, we arrive at the forest edge where the unit, Team 7, will train. I walk up the tree the three Genin walk around. I walk to a high branch and hang from it by my feet to watch. The first thing Kakashi-San had them do was introduce themselves. Of course. At least he had the presence of mind to not ask me. After that, it was the classic test of teamwork. When Sakura asked if I wanted to join, I politely declined. I simply followed them around and watched. Their teamwork was shoddy. Well, more like nonexistent. I could tell that Kakashi-San and I were going to have one heck of a time getting them to work together. I decided to join in to give them a bit of an edge. Silently, I dropped down behind Sakura. I tapped her on the shoulder, and she nearly wet herself. I tell her to rendezvous with me at the lightning-split oak. She nods, still white with fear. I vanish in a flash of fire, reappearing in the same flash of fire behind Sasuke. I give him the same instructions, and he nods once. I take off to land next to Naruto and I convey to him the same message. He nods, and together we head off to the rendezvous point.
Asahigakure: Village Hidden by the Rising Sun or Hidden Village of the Rising Sun. Take your pick.
Hi no Kuni: Land of Fire
Hagane no Kuni: Country of Steel.
Note: All of these but Land of Fire are my original creations. The Fanon wiki has a Land of Steel, but it isn't similar to mine in any respect.