Hey guys Darius here. This is a new story i'm writing, i got hit with inspiration during the monotonous hours of Matric/Final school year. I will Carry on with other stories but at the moment i got tons of inspiration for this story. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters however i take credit for the Abilities of Naruto in this story
A man trudged wearily up the slope; his shoulders slumped as if the very pain of all the ninja's of the world weighed him down. Tears slowly slid from his cheek landing on his broad shoulders, shoulders broad enough to carry the pain he felt; sadly his heart was not as strong. It pained him, each step carrying him closer to the destination he dreaded. Was it his curse that all those around him would disappear leaving him alone? So many dead, so many disappearing into the void of the unknown. So much lost and yet he still trudged on knowing he was about to loose another bond. This thought had merely brought on even more pain, memories of joy, laughter, training and fighting. All the memories flashed through his mind all pertaining to one person, showing his growth and yet even through these memories there was the Shadow of a Blade. That Blade, if only he had never seen it. He trudged on up the slope, tears falling, his large shoulders heaving all of this a silent grieving process.
The figure made his way up finally cresting the slope and there he saw his goal sitting on the edge of the cliff.
"It's no use crying. Don't dwell on the sadness, but remember me for my actions and the memories we shared." The voice cut straight to the fragile heart of the crying man, tearing straight to the core. It resounded in the deepest chasms of the man's heart and he just looked on, not seeing the seated man who spoke, breaking inside. Looking out over the forests below he wondered why life had to turn out like this, why was it always the pure that had to die, why were they always so ready to sacrifice themselves. Why was it him who was left behind? Why, surely the sinful rejected man that he was was better suited to sacrifice? Why, why then did it have to always be those around him? Something inside broke, he could not hold it back…
"DAMMIT, WHY! Not again. Why do you have to sacrifice yourself? Why not me, why can't I for once be the one not left behind? DAMMIT ANSWER ME!"
The man seated on the verge of the cliff merely chuckled, not one of mirth but that of one who has accepted his lot in life and is aware of it's terrible climax.
"Do you remember the Fourth? I do. I remember his story like it was my own; I learnt it as a young child and looked up to him. He was my hero but I never saw his life as more than what any other person would. Now I can't but laugh at the irony. He was so aptly named the flash." This comment brought on another wave of wry chuckles.
"He was a brilliant man; genius, graduated from the academy at 12, chuunin by 13 Jounin by 15. Hell, he made hokage by 22. But have you ever thought more about him, yes he became famous for the Hiraishin and yes that technique won the War for us but think more on his life. You knew him well didn't you?"
The crying man nodded slowly,
"The Fourth, like you also left me behind. All to protect a village of idiots who didn't even give a shit. Why are you saving them? They don't deserve it. They treat heroes like shit. They don't even recognize heroes. They should be bowing to you but they'll never even realize what you have done, will they? You are gonna keep it quite, is that why you are out here?"
The man looked up to the crying soul,
"His name was ironic because his life was just a flash. His life was a brilliant light, a beautiful powerful flash of intense existence, but that's it, he was just a flash. Here now, gone the next. 23 is not a long enough life. His life was a brilliant blinding flash. Blinding those he saved from the immense pain he suffered. Hiraishin came with a price, it fated him to be a momentary flash. He was destined to die young, but at least he died a noble death." The seated man concluded.
The fragile hearted man collapsed nodding,
"Dammit, why is it that a 17 year old child has a better grasp on the figures of our history than the historians who studied it for a lifetime." The seated man grinned wryly, "I am not a historian hell I'm not even smart, I failed my academy exams so many times. I just have insight no one else has. Maybe I'll share it. Do you remember the Fourths father… you don't do you? You labored under the impression that he was an orphan. Well the senior Namikaze should have been famous; he was the best infiltrator to ever grace Konoha, but like his son, his power came with a price. He was so good at infiltrating that he was forgotten. He was destined to be a failed legacy. He was an unsung hero, a father to a legacy and yet history books don't even know his name. I don't even know the name of my grandfather. I only know what I know because I was told by him, before he left this world for a better place."
"Is your family cursed, because then I think I am one of your family? I am always left behind by those I love the most. Minato, Tsunade, Sarutobi, Orochimaru and you."
The Seated man merely averted his eyes, "I wish you were, then at least I'd not die alone. I leave this world alone and with me goes the curse. At least nobody else has to face what I face. I can go join my family in the beyond. At least I know we are going to meet in Heaven."
The crying man looked up to the sky, "Then what is your curse that you have to die? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I am a blade, cutting through the obstacles, not with style or finesse but with single minded determination. Cutting with out thinking of the consequences. Rather than a thin delicate slice I leave behind a Gaping wound and am followed by suffering. At least I have the power to save. My curse is that I am fated to pay the consequences of my actions. At least in this way, I can face the consequences and prevent the world from suffering for my stupidity." The man rose, He was a hulking figure, easily towering over any normal person, his body a mass of power. He slowly rolled his great shoulders before hefting the Massive Blade that was grounded next to him.
"Humor a man fated to die and let me retell my story to someone, so I am at least remembered in some small way. It all began with a five year olds Dream…
Hope you guys like. Naruto will be powerful towards the end of the story but it's a journey. He will have many obstacles and weaknesses. He will be Strong but real. HOpe you enjoy.
Do you guys like the writing style. Trying to play around a little
