A/N: I know its a short start but this is a test run. if it gets good reviews i'll continue and make it longer. Flamers will be Ignored
Also, What happed to all the good Naruto stories? they're all "Modern" now smh.
Also Parings? And might add crossovers. Give me ideas if you'd like either in PM or comment.
Disclaimer: I do NOT Own Naruto or any other anime/Characters I add into the story they belong to there respective owners.
Deep in the woods where only few even dare to tread was a seemingly small house surrounded by beautiful Sakura trees in all there glory, but it was not small, on the contrary it was actually big inside. But enough with secrets, let's get to the story.
"Sensei!" Yelled a child like voice as it echoed throughout the house. Said child ran into a Dojo like room in the house that had many Kanji and paintings on the wall. But the the first thing you would notice was the big yin-yang symbol on the floor in all its glory.
The room also had many samurai like figures wearing a typical samurai garb but without a sword. These were just armor stands. But the armor on them was not… normal so to say. Along the ceiling it was decorated beautifully, intertwined Yin-Yang symbols all over it. But the Kanji's on the wall had many names on them. No doubt from his ancestors.
The boy looked relatively young. Eight years at most. He wore nothing but a pair of baggy pants that had a Yin-Yang on the left thigh. His feet looked rough signifying he rarely wore shoes or maybe he never wore any in the first place. Moving back up his stomach and his chest were covered in scars, no doubt from training. Finally his face, it was not perfection but it was close. His ocean blue eyes, his flatted down blond hair in a small ponytail, and standing around four feet five inches tall.
Upon entering the room he noticed it was empty, but, he noticed a single piece of paper laying on the floor. Right in the middle of the yin-yang symbol. Being the curious boy he was he went to pick it up. But as he read the first line all he knew was shattered like a pane of glass getting hit with a baseball bat.
Naruto, my beloved pupil. I'm sorry, but it's time. You knew it would happen, but not when. Over the years I've known you my pupil I have come to love you as you were my own son. But we also both know I'm getting old. Very old. As of the time of you reading this letter I have passed peacefully.
Remember my pupil, remember our teachings, the Yin and the Yang. Peace and Patience. Life and Death. Light and Dark. I know you can master the techniques that I could never dream of using. I know you'll be the best successor of our art. Let the Nyūtorarudoragon, (Neutral Dragon) our style, bring you peace like us before.
As my final wish, I want you to take my sword. Take it like all of the masters before me. Wield it like no other. Wield it better then any samurai would dream of achieving. This is my only wish from me to you. And remember. Fly high.
Sincerely, Your master.
Silent tears fell from the now named Naruto as he read the letter. But his master was right, he knew it would happen, but he didn't think it would happen so soon. But his last request is what surprised him the most. As only a master of Nyūtorarudoragon can wield it correctly. Looking up from the letter to the wall directly In Front of him say the sword in all its beauty.
The sword itself sat on a small wooden pedestal. But the sword was like no other. The sheath was pure black that seemed to steal all the light around it. The other side of it was the purest white ever. Traveling down the sword to the handle you could see it had no hand guard. The handle itself was a dark red braided wrap. A beautiful sword. The sword.
The sword itself wield by a master of Nyūtorarudoragon is said to be able to cut the very sky in half. Slay the mightiest of foes. Kill the strongest of dragons. And ever kill those in different dimensions completely. But those are just said to be rumors spread throughout time. But throughout this time said rumors and the Nyūtorarudoragon was all but forgotten.
But now. The cogs of fate move. The chains binding the lost art fall. A new legend will be born. Like the many before him. He will bring back the honor. The honor of Nyūtorarudoragon!
With a new vigor the young boy got up dropping the note besides him and slowly walked towards the sword, his feet making not much noise. Upon reaching the sword he puts his hand out in front of him right under the Sheath, grabbing it off the pedestal he turns around and walked back to the middle of the room, sword still out in front of him.
Slowly sitting down on his knees he then rests the sword on his lap like his master once showed him. Rubbing his hand down the Sheath he reached the handle, slowly taking the sword out he admires the work on the blade itself. Once fully drawn he looks at the sword in all its beauty. The sword was a mix between Dark and light. The Nyūtorarudoragon sword once again has a worthy wielder.
"Sensei look!" yelled a young Naruto running into the dojo room. The sensei in name was sitting on his knees in the middle of the Yin-YAng symbol with his eyes close. The man appeared to be old. In his 80s at least wrinkled up face and all, there weren't many big traits about him. He wore the same outfit of the young Naruto. The black pants with a single Yin-Yang symbol on it. Upon hearing the young Naruto call his name he opened them slightly, with a slight rise of his eyebrows he looked at the boy waiting him to show what it is.
Naruto then began to close his eyes in front of his sensei and his unnamed sensei watched my boys face as it was in complete concentration. Witch he was. After three or so minutes a Aura mixed with black and white outlined the boy before disappearing quickly.
"Look sensei i did it! I found my Aura!" the boy yelled once more now with his eyes open jumping around said man in happiness. But the Unnamed sensei had other thoughts.
'So young. To find it so young. My pupil of mine… You have much to learn. My passing is soon… i'll push you harder than ever…' was the final thoughts the unnamed sensei slowly stood getting the attention of young Naruto.
"Sensei?" the young boy questioned.
"You have found it… Your Aura. Now we begin your real training…" The man said in a gruff voice.
Slowly Re-Sheathing the sword and resting it upon his his lap he began to remember all his sensei gave him, taught him, how he gave him the life he never had…
Rain. A sad thing. Rain. Sadness. That's all Naruto knew. He never had the love like the other kids he saw. He gave up. Willingly.
Sitting in the middle of the woods as the rain beated down upon him all he wore was a cloth to cover himself nothing more. He wanted to survive . He might have given up, but he wanted to survive. NO! He needed to survive… He promised… He promised HIM. The man he called his brother.
A crackle of lightning lit up the forest for a moment but that's all he needed to see that place that would shape him into a legend…
A single tear fell from his face once more.
"Again" A older looking man said as naruto once again got back into a stance that looked to be the closest thing to a dragon a human could be. Naruto again wearing the Signature Yin-Yang pants.
"Yes Sensei" The boy said. But this time it was full of life. Energy. HIs sensei smiled a bit, he was coming back.
"Thank you Father…" Naruto whispers...