Naruto New Generations: End of a Hero
No Flamming, I've done a story before it didn't work out.
I was only 11 then, so it was about like what? 3 years ago?
However, I'm 14 now and I've learned from my mistakes so just hang with me. I'm starting the story over.
Plot: It's been almost 5 years since Naruto, Hinata, Sasuke, have all died since a certain incident. We will now be unraveling the pieces until two certain boys get sucked into a New World. And now, they'll have to face it, alone… or so they think.
Now then… I don't think I have anything else to say really. I guess all I can really say is…
Story Start.
It was almost June, and Tython was beginning to be frightened. No. Wrong word, Tython thought. Frightened meant that deep, sickening feeling of something terrible about to happen Frightening was the way he felt five years ago when his father sacrificed his own life for the sake of their village.
He remembered it as if it was yesterday. Squinting toward the sky, he remembered seeing a sleek jet, almost a blur at its highest speed, go past. And a second later, he heard the blast of sound that followed toward farther into the village to help other civilians.
At first, he only felt exhausted from a tiring day. He had never truly been in a fight before, for it was against the rules for children so young to participate in any combat. Occasionally, they would let the small children brawl from time to time. Only to test their stamina and sense how high their chakra level had changed since their last brawl. Then, lifting his head from the ground, his face was covered in ash from the fire. Tython, looking around anxiously, only saw a boy lying down right next to him, and Tython's wrist under some bricks and long poles of metal. The boy next him began to wake up. And Tython slipped his hand out of the large and heavy poles of metal and bricks.
All of the citizens were ordered to go into the nearest most stable building and stay there. IMMEDIATELY, the rasping voice through the speakers from the helicopters had said.
He saw no people: none of the busy afternoon crew of Street Cleaners, Landscape Workers, and Food Delivery people who usually populated the community at this time of evening weren't around. Looking around, there wasn't a building to be found, only scraps of wood and metal scattered everywhere.
He was frightened then. The sense of his own village, silent, waiting, made his stomach churn. He trembled.
But it was nothing. Within minutes, the speakers crackled again, and the voice, reassuring now and less urgent, reassuring now and less urgent, had caused an overwhelming sadness. Realizing that his father was dead, and his brother was nowhere to be found.
"D-Dad…" Tython said, realizing he was all alone.
His mother died when he was only two years old, so he didn't remember what she looked like. Assassinated by two unknown ninjas. After her death, Sasuke left Tython and Kyon with Sakura's parents and went out to search for her two killers. Three years later, he never found them. He came back to Kohona heart-broken, realizing that revenge wasn't the answer; Tython was 8 years old when he came back. Kyon was 16 years old; he was Tython's older brother.
It had been a year since they started living with their father again. Things got back to normal with Kyon becoming an ANBU Ninja and Sasuke becoming a Jonin, and having three wonderful students, with Kyon being one of them.
Sure… Tython and his Father didn't have that many memories together but, he loved his father. And he admired him greatly, and it takes a lot out of him just to see him gone.
He'd never forget the words his brother had said to him before he left.
"If you… let me follow my heart's desires… you know what my true wish would be, don't you?" Kyon asked
"N-Nii-san… I'll… kill you!" Tython screamed as he lunged towards his brother in anger throwing merciless punches at his brother until his brother kneed him in the stomach taking the last bit of strength he had left and fell onto his knees.
"You've become strong, Tython," his brother smiled as a single tear fell down his face
"You really have… become strong," his brother sniffled
"I'm truly proud… to call you… my little brother," Kyon smiled as he saw the horror on his little's brother's face and realized it was time to go.
"I'm sorry, Tython. I love you…" Kyon said. In the flick of a switch, he disappeared.
Mother… Father… Brother… to think that one second, they're here…
Now they're all gone.
Tython stood up and dusted himself off, looked down at the boy crying, and walked away. He didn't want to talk. He's pretty sure the boy didn't want to either.
*4 years later*
"I hate this village… It's too filled with memories I'd rather forget," a brown haired boy thought as he looked through the huge hole in his screen window.
"I go to training with my Sensei, hang out with my friends, and then I go home… there's no place I'd rather not go ever again."
"I wonder if anything will ever change…" the boy thought, scratching the back of his head as he got out of bed and got dressed.
Then getting dressed, he walked out of the seriously damaged and small room. When his father died, his brother went missing and was known to be a suspect for his father and the Hokage's so-called "death". But their bodies were never found. He was asked multiple questions after the incident. About what the two men had looked like and their plans, but he knew nothing.
Once he was released, he moved in with his Parental uncle. It had been almost 4 years since then… His Uncle was never a gentle man. He became a drunk, after his wife died a few years ago, along with his son. He would have been the same age as Tython by now.
His Uncle began to gamble, and rob liquor stores because he never had enough money. He had piles and piles of bills and loans that were never paid. Because of that, he began to feel stressed. He came home late and woke up in the evening. Since then, Tython had to protect himself from the drunk man.
Tython went to grab his book bag and saw a huge hole in the wall. However, whenever his Uncle came home drunk, he slammed into his room and beat the crap out of him.
Tython bit his lip as he ran out of the house, leaving his drunken Uncle passed out in the corner with some random woman curled up under him.
Today, he had a mission to do. There was no point in focusing on that man.
"Dammit, I'm gonna be late!" Tython cursed as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop to a hill of cherry blossom trees.
Tython wasn't always the type to always be late, but sometimes he oversleeps just to avoid his uncle and leaves out the window.
"Hey, sorry I'm late," Tython apologized as his footsteps met the ground.
"It's fine. We're still waiting for Hiroko," Konohamaru sighed as he pulled out a cigar.
After the Hokage died, Kiba took Naruto's place. Konohamaru wasn't disappointed; Kiba always said that he wanted to become Hokage, just like Naruto. But that wouldn't stop Konohamaru from becoming Hokage either. For the time being, the 26-year old man was a Jonin Ninja, teaching a Chunnin class.
"Whatever, let's go," a dark blue haired boy muttered as he turned around, ready to leave.
"Ichigo, we have to wait!" Konohamaru yelled.
"Why? I can take care of all of these missions on my own."
"That's not the point. Just wait a little longer," the Uchiha said, trying to calm the Uzumaki ninja down.
"Shut it, Uchiha!" Ichigo snarled as he wore a grey v-neck with black and blue camouflage baggy jeans.
Ichigo suddenly grabbed Tython's shirt and glared straight into Tython's emerald eyes.
"You wanna go?" Tython yelled as he wore a black and gold sleeveless jacket with black jeans, and a golden necklace Konohamaru had then sensed Hiroko's presence and stepped between Tython and Ichigo, stopping them from their own little battle.
"Stop it, you two. Hiroko's here,; it's time to go." their sensei ordered.
"Hey, Sorry I'm late," the silver haired girl said.
"Whatever, let's go," Ichigo said.
"Hmph." Tython grunted
*A few moments later in front of Mist Village*
After the Hokage died, a huge war broke out between the Leaf and the Mist Village. Since then, they'd been fighting the Mist for the past three years and the Leaf shinobi's population has constantly been decreasing year by year. They were so desperate where they even assigned children into the war.
Right now, their mission was to hold off the Mist Village from the Leaf so their group of ANBU ninjas could get ready for an attack. However, taking on the Mist wasn't going to be easy. Being shorthanded at the moment, they sent in Team 9 the trio of an Uchiha, an Uzumaki, and a Senju made them stand out greatly – especially the Uzumaki.
"Tython, you take the right. Ichigo, the left, and Hiroko, the middle," Konohamaru ordered.
"Right," the three said in unison and shifted to their positions.
After waiting over half an hour, they began to see the Mist ninjas heading towards their way.
"They're here," the Uzumaki said as he began to draw out his sword towards the Mist ninjas.
Ichigo, then, suddenly burst towards the ninjas. Swinging his sword and having a gust of wind shoot towards the crowd of ninjas, blasting them away in one swing.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?! He didn't tell us to go yet!"
Shifting to the left, he stabbed one of the ninjas in their side and swung them into a pile of injured Mist ninjas.
"I don't care…!" Ichigo yelled as he sliced a ninja's leg off.
"Gyah! Ugh! Dammit! It's the damn Swordsman on the Leaf! Ichigo Uzumaki!" one of the Mist ninjas screamed before getting knocked out by Ichigo's head-butt.
Then, one of the Mist Ninja's shifted behind him, stabbing him in Ichigo's side.
"Arghhhnnnh!" Ichigo grunted.
"I-Ichigo…!" Hiroko screamed as she punched one of the Mist Ninjas in the arm, and kicking another in the side of their head to get to Ichigo.
'Wood Release: Wood Dragon Technique!'
"Shit! She can use Wood Release?!" one of the Mist ninjas grunted and threw multiple kunai's towards her before getting kicked in the stomach, some stabbed into her arm, and another in her left thigh.
"Gyah!" the girl cried, embracing the pain as she pulled the kunai's out and threw them at multiple Mist ninjas.
"Wood Style: Wood Wall!"
"Tython! Sensei! Deal with those outside of this wall!" the girl yelled.
Having their ninja military ear pieces on, they could hear each other's commands.
"Tython, it's your turn," Konohamaru ordered.
"Right," Tython nodded, before dashing towards the crowd of Mist Ninja's.
'Summoning Jutsu: Nine Lions'
Tython activated his Sharingan before dodging a couple of kunai's thrown towards/at him, and grabbed one of the Mist Ninjas wrists, throwing him towards the nine lions.
"Sorry, but… I'll only be using Taijutsu at the moment" Tython smirked as he punched another ninja is the face, and crashing his fist into the ground creating a gigantic crater just like how his mother would.
With a swift kick to the back, one of the mist ninjas dropped their sword. While avoiding a kick, the mist ninja picked up the sword and began running towards Tython. As he ran, he lifted the sword overhead and swung down on his opponent.
Suddenly, the sword swished through the air vertically, Tython leaping to the side. It crashed into the ground and emitted a shower of sparks, the yellow spheres cascading onto several ninjas shirts and setting them ablaze.
A narrow miss, avoided only by a nimble leap to the side. Another trio of slashes forced Tython to roll backwards, the blade coming close enough to whip a breeze across his skin.
The battle rushed into a blur, with many of the Mist ninjas unable to recall how their injuries had been sustained as they stood with cold indifference at their defeat.
"Huh? That's it? What are you… scared?" Tython grinned as he reactivated his Sharingan and glared at the group of Mist ninjas.
"Don't get cocky, Uchiha…" a man with light purple fuzzy hair said.
"…we're only getting started… heh," the man grinned.
*That's it for now… I've been super busy with exams and all and with which high school I'd like to go to next year. I'm aiming for WOHS, the school that my friends are going to, once my average reaches up to their expectations I'll finally be able to go to high school with my friends. Wish me luck!*
-Tython Uchiha