Total Destruction

Author's notes:

I do not own Naruto, nor any part of it. No fanfiction, especially this one, will be as good as the original.

The first four chapters are dedicated to the new villain I created.

There really isn't any main character, as lots of characters all enjoy the limelight.

Conforms to manga up to chapter 344

Watching the anime or reading the manga is HIGHLY recommended to enjoy the most of this story. (Only a few minor instances of filler content, and they are not important)

Special thanks to Zinjah, who helped me edit this.

Enjoy.

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Glossary:

Gakure: Hidden Village. The ninja village that represents the military power of the countries. Can be added to a name to mean "Hidden Village of" (e.g. Konohagakure Hidden Village of Leaf)

Kiri: Mist. Village in Water Country. Smallest of all the countries, but Kirigakure is large and powerful enough to be one of the Five Great Shinobi Villages. Plagued by constant civil war in the Narutoverse.

Kumo: Cloud. Village in Lightning Country

Iwa: Rock. Village in Earth Country. Earth Country is the largest country. Had gone to war with Konoha quite a few times in the past.

Konoha: Leaf. Village in Fire Country. Even though Fire Country is not the largest country, the Hidden Village of Leaf is the largest Hidden Village.

Suna: Sand. Village in Wind Country. The feudal lord (or daimyo) had reduced its ninjas and out-sourced jobs to Konoha, leaving Suna very weak. It tried to compensate by having ninjas of higher caliber. Had gone to war with Konoha in the Naruto story when this crisis reached a peak, but it was set up by Orochimaru. Now great allies with Konoha.

Kage: Literally "Shadow". The leader of a Hidden Village. Added to the end of the village name. (e.g. Hokage Fire Shadow)

Shodai: First. (Shodai Hokage first hokage)

Nidaime: Second (Nidaime Hokage second hokage)

Sandaime: Third

Yondaime: Fourth

Godaime: Fifth

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Chapter 1: The Blind Uchiha

Inabi was proud. Finally, he had a son. The hospital had just informed him, about 3 hours ago, that his wife Ichira had a son. Being the person that he is, Inabi wouldn't dare leave his job just to see his baby, but his boss Fugaku had let him off at precisely 6 p.m. rather than the usual one hour extra time.

Inabi arrived at the hospital, full of smiles. The hospital people had smiled at him too, all realizing what this means: another member has been added to the glorious Uchiha clan. A nurse told Inabi to go to room 66. Inabi could barely stop himself from dashing up to the room in ten seconds.

When Inabi arrived, he realized something was not right. His wife was surprisingly silent, especially after having a baby. At first, Inabi thought there were intruders, and activated his sharingan, but realized that nothing was unusual.

Just then, Fugaku arrived. "I see you have a blessing today," Fugaku said.

"Thank you very much sir. Of course, he'll be no match for your child."

"I wouldn't count on that. The Uchiha elder told me Itachi has high chakra levels, but conclusions are all muddy water. For all we know, your son could become the Fourth Hokage, assuming Orochimaru doesn't take the title of course."

"You flatter me, Fugaku. It is clear…"

"Inabi," Ichira said weakly, "the boy is…" She paused. Fugaku and Inabi watched as she seemed to come out of a trance. "He is blind."

Inabi couldn't speak for a moment. "A blind son? A BLIND UCHIHA?! That is not possible? My son is a perfectly healthy son, even the hospital confirmed throughout these months. They detected nothing abnormal throughout his life. There is NO WAY that he can be…"

"He is," Fugaku replied. "Look, he is awake, but doesn't respond to anything." Fugaku snapped his fingers inches from the child's eyes, shook his hand, and even shined a light. There was no response from the wide-eyed child.

Inabi trembled. He could not believe it, but it was true. "My son…" he sobbed, "my son."

"This is strange indeed," replied a voice, "but I must say that the boy is extremely healthy, and extremely powerful."

Fugaku turned abruptly around, his sharingan red as the setting sun. When he realized who the mysterious man was, he quickly bowed and apologized, turning off his sharingan so casually it wouldn't be noticeable to the untrained eye.

"Sir, I did not know…"

"Apology accepted," replied the Uchiha elder. "For future information – the hospital always informs me of any birth abnormalities outside of their expertise."

"Sorry, but could you enlighten us?" Fugaku asked.

"Very well, but please be patient," the elder replied. A silence, almost audible, followed him. He continued. "Being an Uchiha, the boy has the sharingan bloodline limit, but he also has another bloodline. This second bloodline is so strong and so repressive, his sharingan cannot be activated, and neither his sight. He must be killed for it."

"Two bloodline limits?" Ichira asked. "How is that possible? And why must he be killed? This second ability is a gift never bestowed before. He can lead a normal shinobi life, just with … a tiny little disability."

"I understand your motherly instincts, but group survival must come first. The second bloodline limit had been wiped out over 700 years ago. The exact details of this bloodline limit are unknown, since all who saw it were unable to tell the tale. They were wiped out with the combined efforts of the Hyuga, Uchiha, Aburame, and various other noble clans of the past, but though we succeeded in victory, the cost was too great. The members of this bloodline limit played an integral part in the establishment of the superiority of the samurai class. They were brutal in their government, and to prevent their rise, the Hyuga, Uchiha, and Aburame formed the first shinobi village."

"I see…" was all that Ichira was able to mutter.

"Well," said the elder in a tone of finality, "we have only one thing to do." He raised his hands, and started performing a hand seal.

"Wait!" Inabi suddenly shouted, so abruptly that the elder actually stopped. "I will kill this boy, myself and my wife." He looked at Fugaku and the elder. "Alone."

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"How… how… how could you do this?!" Ichira half screamed, half demanded.

"I am giving this boy a chance to live," Inabi replied. "Ah, here it is. The secret meeting place of the Uchiha clan, under the seventh mat at the Nakano temple. I will leave this boy here."

"NO!!" Ichira hugged the boy defensively. "He may be part of a deadly bloodline, but he may change, times are different…"

"A leopard can't change its skin. You don't know, but the elder had told me when I entered the elite ranks of the Uchiha. This bloodline is a natural enemy to the Uchiha and the Hyuga, and cannot make peace with either, despite the numerous attempts from both sides."

"But kill him from starvation and refusal to give quarters… The cruelest method of extermination!"

"I know, but I believe this is correct. Listen, it seems that fate is the father of this child. After 700 years, it just had to be now, with us, in Konoha, at this time of our greatest strength, that such an unlikely mutation would occur, with our baby, and give rise to this bloodline. At this time, Konoha can go unchallenged throughout the shinobi lands, with the White Fang, Sandaime, the Sannin, the Yellow Flash, and talented clans such as the Hyuga, Uchiha, Aburame, and others. Not to mention some elite genins, like Kakashi and Tenzo, being our future. However, perhaps we shall lose them soon, and maybe this child could be our savior, twenty, thirty years into the future."

"He could also be the ruin."

"Yes, but I leave that to fate. If fate is unfortunate to Konoha, then even if this child dies, Konoha will still fall. If fate is kind, this child will be the savior. If fate is kind to this boy, this boy will survive despite all the odds."

"You and your obsessions with fate."

"Listen Ichira. Ever since I met you 10 years ago, I never demanded anything, nor mistreated you. We are very happy together. But let me ask you just this once: please, let me do this."

Inabi got down on his knees. Ichira quickly lifted him up. "And Fugaku?" she asked.

"He already knows. But he has just had a child too – Uchiha Itachi. He knows what love is. As for the elder, his son is long gone, and in his age and wisdom, it is hard for the elder to fathom the workings of youth and love."

"All right."

"Oh, and I gave him a name. Since he is so powerful so young, and possesses a powerful bloodline which may be the ruin of the world, I will name him Jyashin. Yes, evil god, and yes, not a pleasant name. Of course, whoever finds him will probably not take the note under the baby seriously. So remember – we never had a child."

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That night, a strange ninja was going through the streets of Konoha. His speed is impressive; he disappears from one place to the next almost instantaneously. He is a ninja from Hidden Mist, on a top secret, S-rank mission to discover Konoha's secrets. He had barely avoided a hit with Orochimaru and Jiraiya, coming from a bar in high spirits. He secretly thanked fate, as the two Sannin friends were apparently too drunk to notice him.

"What is the point of this mission? Even if I find out everything, Kiri still will not have any advantage. Our land is poor for farming, and being so remote, we are always low on funds. We won't catch up with Konoha at all, even in 100 years. Somehow, we have to conveniently remove the Sannin, let Sandaime get old, get the Yellow Flash and White Fang to die in a freak accident, and the new chunins and genins would have to somehow forget to practice for 10 years. Sounds real simple."

He decided that he had enough for this night, and decided to return to the forest where he stayed, when he spotted a large temple. Though it wasn't exactly in the center of the Uchiha clan's land, he could tell that it belonged to the Uchiha.

He looked at the temple, almost drawn to it, then decided that at least it's better than the forest.

The spy entered the temple, only to find nothing there. Just some mats. So it seemed like a conference room. "Nobody will come here for a snack," he murmured.

Suddenly, the spy stiffened. He could clearly hear breathing, and readied himself for a fight. But then, who would be breathing so loud, and not moving?

The spy located the position. It was directly under the seventh mat from the door to the right. He lifted the mat, to find a trapdoor, leading down a flight of stairs. He entered, and the first thing he found was a baby in a little makeshift cradle. He noticed that the baby was blind. He lifted the baby, and found a note underneath, written in shaky and distressful handwriting.

"This boy belongs to whoever finds him. Because of certain cultural factors, we cannot take him. Please take good care of him. His name is Uchiha Jyashin"

"Uchiha. This could come in handy."

--Four years later--

"Wow, you've managed to pin me with those shuriken." The voice belonged to the same man, but it was clear he had grown. His arms now bear numerous cuts and bruises, and his face show apparent overwork and stress.

"I try each day," a young boy answered. He had medium length brown hair, and though only four years old, had a slim, well-built body. His stature was big, being already a meter tall. A dream child of any parent, but for one disadvantage. The boy was blind, his eyes tightly shut.

"I still can't believe you wanted to become a ninja like me, all at an age of three." And also to become so good with speed and shuriken in just a year that you could be mistaken for a ten-year-old. The man thought silently.

It was a year ago when the young boy (whom the man had fed with the rations he managed to steal) asked the man what he did everyday, and why he couldn't go outside. The man stated that he was a ninja, not explaining the second question. Surprisingly, the boy never ventured out. The boy also wanted to become like the man, like a real ninja, which the man dismissed as childish thoughts. The man's tongue had accidentally slipped, and told the boy that a LOT of training was needed. Immediately, the boy began to run laps around the room, even doing a few pushups; clearly an imitation of the light exercises the man did everyday before he left the room in the morning, of which the man had decided to tell the boy how to do out of amusement. Even more amused, the man decided to start with some basic simple body exercises – pushups, laps, crunches, and jumping jacks – then to some harder things – throwing balls, pull-ups, and squats – and more recently, how to throw kunai and shuriken. For some reason, the boy was absorbing everything like a sponge, and progressed so well that it frightened the man.

In fact, the boy was so adept with the shuriken and kunai that a couple times, such as today, the boy even managed to pin the man. To think that the boy could do it without aiming to hurt the man was astonishing.

This boy is dangerous… too dangerous. At this rate, when he reaches adolescence, he will be more powerful that I can hope to achieve in a lifetime. I should kill the boy now, when I have the chance, and do both my village and me a favor. The man was just about to start carrying out his plan when he stopped.

Wait, this boy is young. He has never known Konoha, nor has he ever stepped outside. When I tell him what happened between him and the Uchiha, he will hate them more. Children are easy to manipulate. To him, I AM his father. When he is of age, I will take him to my village. Looks like Kirigakure will be saved after all.

"Kid, you're extremely talented. From now on, we get serious. I will teach you everything I know."

The boy only smiled.

--One year later--

A man was panting, hard. He was caught in a trap: shurikens and kunai to his back, shurikens about to be unleashed from his sides, and a blazing fireball coming in front. His chakra was almost out, but he had just enough to perform some quick seals, and use a water shield to protect him from everything. Now, he was out of chakra, out of stamina, and out of luck.

"You're out of luck," a young boy said. This young boy was standing right in front of him, with the noticeable feature of being blind. "This little kunai will be all that is needed to make you lose."

"You're right," the man said. He was astonished. Even though only very basic ninjutsu and taijutsu were taught to the boy, he mastered them all, and was able to use them extremely effectively. So effectively, that despite the man's superior arsenal of jutsu, the boy was able to defeat him with his intelligence and wit. Defeat him! A jonin! By a mere child of 5! This boy was definitely going to become a major asset of Hidden Mist.

"Wait," the boy said, "you have better jutsus. You have more experience. You train anytime, but I have to learn to use a potty, speak, and tie my shoes. You are big, I am 5 years old. But I beat you. You know why? Because you suck, and can't use your jutsus, but I can. So I beat you."

"That…is…absolutely…true" the man muttered under his breath.

"Exactly."

"That was a private conversation!"

"You talk so loud."

"AHHHHHHH!" The man yelled in frustration.

"One is completely under another's control when he is angered by the other."

"You even know the Art of War!"

"I like Sun Tzu."

"You are amazing, even if you were an adult, you'd be a jonin! Today, we have nothing else to learn. We are going to take a look at those historical scrolls you've been waiting to see!"

"Really?" The boy said skeptically. "You will let me?"

"So much doubt."

"Sorry."

Nevertheless, the man was extremely pleased with his pupil. He didn't know where he got such insightfulness to know how to use his techniques so well, nor how he has the ability to learn so quickly, but it doesn't matter. As promised, he began to read the first scroll to him.

After the man finished, the boy was silent. After a little bit, "Why are we in this really, really important place of the Uchiha clan?"

"Because you are an Uchiha. Your name: Uchiha Jyashin."

"But I thought the Uchiha all had sharingans?"

"And you do. However, it appears you have a second bloodline limit – special abilities, that is. I don't know what it is exactly, but it seems so powerful that it repressed your sharingan, as well as your eyesight. After all, there was never a person in history with two bloodline limits."

"I don't like it. I hate it."

"Why?"

"Because the Sharingan is like me. The second special ability is like this village, Konoha right? I can't go out, right? Because of cultural reasons, I have no mom and dad. They don't love me! They hate me! And I hate them! I hate this place! I hate these people!"

"There are many things in this world which are unjust. Even I, a full-grown adult, cannot answer all the whys and how's."

"I don't want to stay here anymore!"

The man was silent. He really wanted to know what the second scroll detailed. He suddenly hit an idea.

"Hey, you want to go to my village?"

"Sure!"

"But first, we finish with these scrolls."

"Quickly!"

The man read on:

"The glorious Uchiha clan was created by the legendary Madara, a shinobi of the ancient forests, in 400 A.D. His skills were so powerful; nobody has ever defeated him in battle. However, he was very lonely, as there was nobody else to challenge him, until he met a certain woman also of legendary skills. Both possessed special eyes: Madara had the Mangekyo sharingan, while the woman, Shinuri, had the Byakugan. They fought ferociously, but there was no winner. They decided to continuously duel, time and time again. After a few years, their rivalry led to friendship, and from friendship, to love. They married, and had two children: the first one, a boy, was named Uchiha; the second one, a girl, was named Hyuga. Both became master shinobi as well, but Uchiha inherited the Mangekyo sharingan while Hyuga inherited the Byakugan, as nobody could attain two bloodlines."

"Until me."

"Yes," the man replied, and then continued reading. "Though Uchiha went on to start the Uchiha clan, Madara is credited with the creation of the clan, while Shinuri was credited with the creation of the Hyuga clan, which the girl went on to create. However, after Uchiha there was no other Mangekyo, as constant hybridizing with other shinobi and non-shinobi eventually led to even the normal sharingan being hard to activate until a decade after birth in most cases. The Mangekyo was even harder."

"Skip the history lesson."

"Why?"

"Because the Mangekyo can give me back my eyes."

"What made you think so?"

"Why else are you so interested in the Mangekyo, and telling me?"

Too smart. Way too smart. "Yes, very well then." The man spread the scroll. "Ah, here."

"Though Madara and Uchiha both had the Mangekyo, they had different types. If Uchiha had married Hyuga, the Mangekyo would be passed down indefinitely, as long as the cousins or siblings married. Being unethical, the Mangekyo was degraded so that to activate it, special conditions must be met. Though only two types of Mangekyo were ever seen, the descendants of Uchiha determined there were four possibilities. They are Fire, Sea, Forest, and Wind Mangekyos. Each has its own special conditions. Harder conditions result in more powerful Mangekyos..."

The man suddenly stopped. A passage had caught his eye. "The Sea Mangekyo probably has the hardest condition to satisfy, though the actual individual doesn't need to do anything. The individual must be born blind, stigmatized and outcast, and resentful to those responsible. Then, the individual must continuously mold chakra into the individual's eyes for one year in order to revive eyesight, and then, the Water Mangekyo will manifest itself."

"Sea it is," the man said.

And so, the man began to initiate the Sea Mangekyo. Jyashin's chakra control was impeccable, but his knowledge of its movement was novice. The man found his goal almost impossible – he found it very difficult to stay in one place for an hour twice a day, carefully channeling his own chakra into Jyashin, not to mention fixing Jyashin's own mistakes. Jyashin managed to be able to do it himself after three weeks; the man silently thanked Jyashin's natural intelligence and quick learning.

After exactly thirty days, Jyashin fell sick. He continuously complained of eye cramps and high body temperature, but the man knew otherwise. However, he did not tell Jyashin the truth, instead opting with "this shows you are finally correctly controlling your chakra, and your body is adjusting."

That night, Jyashin could not sleep. Jyashin tossed and turned, and then a sudden pain hit his eyes. He bolted upright, the pain became worse and worse, until it was blinding. Jyashin screamed as the pain hit a peak, and disappeared as suddenly as it appeared. For some reason, the room was not as dark as Jyashin was used to.

Jyashin's sensei suddenly came to, and asked what the matter was. Jyashin told the man that his eyes hurt, and the man began to use some medical skills to look at Jyashin's eyes. The man was still surprised that Jyashin managed to completely activate the Sea Mangekyo in a month, even though the scroll stated one year.

"Just go back to sleep," the man stated calmly. He then noticed Jyashin was already asleep.

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"Good morning, Jyashin. Why are your eyes closed? Open them. NOW!"

Jyashin was puzzled. Wasn't he always like this? But when the man shouted NOW, Jyashin did it, afraid that the man was in a bad mood. Surprisingly, his eyelids opened. The room was dark, since no candles were lit.

"I had purposely left the candles unlit, so your eyes can adjust to light gradually. Now I will light them. Turn around."

Jyashin did, and the candles were lit, at the far side of the room. Though it was dim, Jyashin could feel a little singe of pain in his eyes.

After half an hour, Jyashin could fully adjust to light, and was able to sit next to the candle. "I still like my eyes closed, I feel my chakra getting depleted."

"A natural occurrence," the man thought to himself. "The scroll did state that the user cannot turn off the Sea Mangekyo. Unfortunately, closing your eyes won't help."

Actually it did. The boy felt much better after his eyes were closed. "Must be the second bloodline," the man mused.

For the next half year, the man taught Jyashin how to read and write. Skills that he said were absolutely necessary in becoming a good ninja. Jyashin was so caught up in the work that he forgot he wanted to go to Hidden Mist.

They also carefully studied and experimented with the abilities of the Sea Mangekyo. It grants the user great perception, the ability to read and copy all ninjutsu, genjutsu, and taijutsu, an unbeatable eyesight, and two special abilities: Tsukuyomi and Susanoo.

"These next things are extremely clear directions to follow. However, not being an Uchiha, I won't be able to help you. Besides, I need to go back to my village, and I will return in half a year to take you with me. No, I cannot take you now. I would prefer that you don't go out of this room, but I can't enforce it. Just don't start anything. I left some books to help you read and write. And it will be hard for you to adjust to the light outside: the sun is extremely bright."

"Sun?"

"Goodbye."

Jyashin was really depressed. Hadn't his sensei promised him that Jyashin could quickly leave Konoha? Suddenly, Jyashin remembered that his sensei had promised him he could leave after reading the scrolls. But it was too late now. His sensei was gone, and he has no idea how to leave.

Actually, Jyashin found solitude very comfortable after a week. He could do whatever he wanted, as long as nobody knew him. Everyday, after reading a few pages and performing basic training, he would practice his new Mangekyo techniques, usually on a rabbit or squirrel. Jyashin would capture it easily with Susanoo, then use Tsukuyomi to practice various jutsus on it for 72 hours. Sometimes, a bloody carnage might result from Jyashin's training. While Jyashin was afraid of the blood and gore at first, he gradually came to live with it, and finally to embrace it. After all, hadn't his sensei told him of the brutality of ninja life? He silently thanked his sensei for teaching him the Extreme Waterfall technique, while not only acted as a good shield, but could also wash away all evidence.

What Jyashin did not understand was all the cautions written all over the scroll. The scroll stated that a well-trained jonin would need about half his chakra reserves to activate Tsukuyomi and even more for Susanoo if the body was not trained well. However, Jyashin had no troubles with his chakra reserves. He found out that he could use Susanoo ten times before he started to feel the pangs of fatigue. Yes, he had to sleep ten hours to shake it off, but the aftereffects were nowhere as close as what the scroll warned, though it did say that the Sea Mangekyo was a great help to chakra conservation.

Jyashin found out what the sun was very quickly. It was extremely bright. Somehow, he liked it, as he basked in its light and warmth, much better than the dark room in the Nakano Temple. A couple times, he noticed people coming, but quickly hid. The Sea Mangekyo became a friend, a reminder of his absent sensei.

One day, Jyashin had slept during the afternoon after a difficult training session. He woke around midnight, and realized that he probably won't have to sleep that night. It also happened that he woke because an extremely large fox with nine tails was approaching. Jyashin climbed to the top of the tree, and the fox promptly noticed him. Jyashin didn't think such a large fox would see a little person like him.

Jyashin told the fox that he would like to spar with the fox, and the fox became amused, and decided to. Jyashin quickly unleashed a Tsukuyomi attack, but somehow, the fox was able to resist. Jyashin had thrown shuriken at the fox for 72 hours. And even though they all hit, the fox didn't seem all that flustered. Jyashin didn't know why he threw the shuriken, but he certainly got mad after the fox told him how weak he was. Susanoo was a fiasco, as the giant fox seemed to be made of fire, and Jyashin couldn't get anywhere near it. Last, Jyashin tried the Extreme Waterfall about a hundred times, but the water all got evaporated by the fire and Jyashin became virtually chakra-less. The fox only laughed harder.

Jyashin knew the end was coming, and was about to say a final goodbye to his sensei when another boy suddenly pulled him away and they both disappeared, far from the fox. Jyashin then noticed that countless men and women, wearing the same kind of clothing as his sensei save a few symbols, began to attack the fox. Jyashin also noticed the boy who rescued him, a kid about a head taller than him, with a mask covering most of his face except for his right eye, and a lot of white hair.

"You did really nice, but only jonins and elite chunins are supposed to fight the Kyubi. Go on home now."

Jyashin did, but couldn't help but feel a certain attachment to the kid's left eye.

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Endnotes:

Well, that's it for chapter 1. Hope you liked it.

I changed the death date for Hatake Sukumo so that he died three years later than in the manga. Everything else works, maybe a little tweaking of a few months was needed, but oh well :)

Please read and review.