Welcome to my latest crazy fanfiction idea, I thank you for opening this story and I hope you will be entertained by it. I have put a lot of effort into this and I hope it can show, the idea behind this story as you will have seen in the synopsis is that Azula being the wicked witch she is has awakened Zuko's Sharigan by burning his face badly.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto or Avatar and I do this sole for the enjoyment of fanfiction writing when I have a spare moment.
It was today, this was it. His life would be forever changed, Zuko breathed in deeply. His face turning from something emotionless to a grimace. The pain and agony inflicted on him by Azula was still there, his crazy sister had emotionally and physically scarred him during a practice session, a child only 10 years old had his face burnt to the point that he would always have a horrific scar, a reminder of what half his family thought of him.
Raising his hand, he touched the bandaged side of his face. His visage turned back to its patient emotionless mask that he had adopted previously. He scanned the scene around him, to his left was his sister, his father and his grandfather Fire Lord Azulon, to his right was his mother.
His sisters look was downcast, trodden and defeated. You may think this because of what she had done to her older brother, whilst in part it was but not in the way a normal person would react. You see during the 'spar' at the moment of the fireball striking his flesh, he thought it would end right there and right then and because of it something he inherited from his mothers side awoken in him. It was something that had changed him deeply, something he could hold over his sister. She always hated him but she only cared about their father and what he thought.
"Honey, remember. Be patient, you are no longer just the crown prince of the fire nation but something more, something greater..." Ursa spoke to him softly, stroking the back of his neck soothingly. She knew he was nervous, she knew her son to well.
He smiled timidly, looking up to his mother. He whispered to her quietly "I'm scared mother, all of this...I don't know what to do, what do I do?"
His mother knelt down, pulling him close to her body. Hugging him tightly, she kissed his head as she uttered words of encouragement "Zuko, what ever happens. Be yourself, be true to your heart."
Suddenly a loud horn blasted, it came from towards the city gates. Zuko stiffened. His eye shaking as his breathing came out as ragged short gasp. He clenched his teeth together and felt the bile from his stomach rising to his mouth, a hand softly held his shoulder. His mother looked down with sorrow, a look that broke his heart.
As he stood there at the top of the stairs leading to the royal palace, he reflected on everything that had happened to him at this current moment of his life. His need for admiration from his father. His envy and jealousy aimed towards his sister and his love and dependence towards his mother.
As the minutes ticked by the silence between each horn constantly broke his resolve, his stomach constantly churning like a typhoon. His nerves all over, soon he would stand before one of the strongest men in the world. A man that was his grandfather, a man he had never met before but heard the stories of his prowess in battle, his ferocity and his merciless nature.
Finally he heard the horn blast he was dreading, the one just outside the royal gates. He watched with horror as they swung open violently, as the collection of heavily armoured men and women marched through. His eyes focused on the surprisingly well aged man in the blood red armour, with eyes like that of the void.
As they gradually but quickly made their way up the mountainous stairs, he began to breathe in through his nose and exhale out through his mouth. It didn't help in the slightest.
The group stopped in front of them, a still awkward silence filled the air for a few seconds, before the leader of the group walked to him kneeling down. He stared him right in the eye. Zuko squeeked he didn't even try to hide it, his nerves were completely out of control at this point.
The man had a long mane like hair that reached far below his back, half his face was covered in a shaggy fringe. Coal coloured eyes staring at him.
"Show me." The man commanded, the man who was his grandfather but an unknown and terrifying stranger. The man that even his own father feared.
"Yes Grandfather..." Zuko breathed in deeply, remembering how he felt when he had awoken it. The feeling as he moved the energy from his body towards his eyes.
All it took was a simple blink to do it, no longer its natural colour but instead a deep ruby like colour with a singular black tomoe.
"Good, you will become a strong Uchiha warrior. A worthy addition to the clan.."The man said, it was more of a statement then a kind gesture. One he would eagerly fill, if anything just to spite his sister.
"Yes lord Madara, I will prove my worth. I will not put the clan to shame.." Zuko declared stead hearted, this was a chance to become some one that his father would respect. Some one his father would love.
Bowing his head low, he showed respect to his Grandfather as he went past him and stood in front of his mother.
"...Father..." His mothers voice trembled happily. He spied a look to his right and the sight of his mother in tears hurt him deeply.
Suddenly Madara stretched his arms out wrapping them around her and pulled her tightly against his armoured chest, he whispered something soft but fond to her "My precious fire lilly, I've missed you so much."
He held her tightly for several seconds before recomposing himself and releasing her. He smiled, staring at his daughters face. One that had grown so much into an adult since the last time he saw her.
Madara turned and made his way towards the gathering of Ozai, the Fire Lord and his other grandchild. As he made his way towards them, Azula bowed politely before uttering the words "Grandfather."
To Azula's shock and wounding to her pride Madara simply humphed under his breath as he strode past her, an eye lingering on her briefly before stopping in front of Ozai and Fire Lord Azulon.
"Firelord Azulon. On behalf of the village Hidden Hidden in the leaves and of the Uchiha clan I thank you for honouring the deal we struck, when the arranged marriage of my daughter Ursa and your son Ozai. Upon the awakening of the Sharingan in any of their children they would be given to the Uchiha clan and the village for full training and integration into a shinobi life." Madara spoke coldly, talking as if the people in mention were no more then pawns on a chess board, perhaps they were?
"Lord Hokage, it is our honour to have one of our citizens awaken your most prestigious blood abilities. We hope that Prince Zuko will act as expected of an Uchiha warrior." Azulon responded in turn, an honourable and respectful tone in his voice. Every one here knew that the true power lay with Madara, the stories of the man's power were well known even here in the Fire Nation.
Madara turned to look at his grandson for a second before giving his attention back to Azulon and nodded sharply "He has my blood in his veins, he will do great and terrible things."
Madara turned, walking back towards the gathering of Uchiha and ANBU guards. As he reached his countrymen he spoke to them, informing them all of their plans to return home "The journey to the land of fire is a long one, we will disembark tomorrow."
"Very well then, we would be honoured to have you stay with us. Allies from the neighbouring continent will always find a home in our kingdom" Azulon said as Madara turned back to face them.
Nodding the Shinobi began to walk forwards as Azulon signalled them to come inside the palace. It was interesting to note the kind of people just by their walking. Ursa for example had a much more joyful walk and she even had broken stride with her husband and children to walk next to her father, her arm linked with his. It wasn't such a strange sight to see but it made Zuko happy just to see his mother so.
Azula's reaction was by far Zuko's favourite, her sour look had turned into that of a seething rage to which she kept directing at Zuko. Ever since accidentally awakening her brothers Sharingan, he had already began to out pace her in leaps and bounds.
As the family gathered into the main chamber he noticed the divide between them all. His father, sister and Azulon stood to the right of the chamber whilst oddly his mother was stood with the Uchihas who appeared to be in a quiet but in-depth conversation and Zuko was stood in the middle of them both.
He cautiously looked around, he wasn't sure where he should stand or who he should stand by. All his life he had wanted to to be by his fathers side. His right hand but was never allowed, that spot belonged to his sister. So instead he would standd with his mother or with his uncle. He stiffened when he noticed that Madara was staring directly at him with an annoyed look on his face.
Without thinking he hurried over to the Uchiha's and his mother, he stopped just by Madara's right hand side. Fearfully he spied a look up to his grandfather and blinked in confusion, the man appeared to have gone back to his neutral stare.
He leaned slightly to the side to look at his mother she smiled at him, a genuine smile. One he hadn't seen to often, he wasn't to surprised when he thought about it. She was always seemed alone in the palace, the only contact was servants doting around her. So she was happy to be around the clansmen she grew up with and a father she had not seen in many years.
"So Zuko. Your mother mentions you haven't had any full shinobi training. I will give you some scrolls to read tonight and I expect you to have memorised them by the time we have returned to Konoha." Madara suddenly said. Zuko blinked rapidly before looking up at his grandfather.
"Thank you grandfather, I'm looking forward to it. I am eager to learn more of this world." Zuko said in a giddy tone, he may be royalty but he was still a child and the idea of learning some new abilities that he could use to rub his sisters face was something he loved.
"Honoured guests, we have prepared a feast for tonight and would be honoured if you joined us." Fire Lord Azulon spoke, addressing all the men and women within the chamber.
"That would be acceptable. My clansmen and I will join you once we inspect the rooms you will supply us with" Madara responded. Azulon nodded, beckoning to the servants in the room and instructing them to show the Uchiha's to their rooms.
"Zuko, come with me." Madara ordered as he made his way to the corridor that the servants had just exited into.
Not wanting to get on the bad side of Madara, Zuko followed the simple command and tailed behind his grandfather. Looking over his shoulder he made eye contact with his sister who's glare darkened, he winked playfully at her and thought to himself 'I can get used to this..'
Azula began to swear and scream before storming off elsewhere, much to the shock and surprise of her father who had been gradually seeing this new side of Azula. He sighed as she stormed of towards the bed chambers.
Once the clansmen had been shown to their rooms, Zuko and his mother found themselves sitting in the grand room that Madara had been given.
"These scrolls will introduce you to the the fighting styles of the Uchiha as well as basic rudimentary Chakra control exercises. Ones that I expect you to have completed WELL before our arrival in Konoha. Do. I. Make. My. Self. Clear." Madara instructed, emphasising on the last few words. Letting Zuko know exactly that Madara had high expectations for him to meet.
"U-uh, y-yes grandfather. I understand..." Zuko's nervous response to Madara's statement had shook him completely.
Ursa shot her father an annoyed look, she knew he was overbearing and had high standards on how Uchiha should act and they were even more extreme when it came to his direct descendants.
"Unlike your firebending that your father and grandfather expect you to master, you have Uchiha blood in you and you have the Sharingan unlocked at its basic stage. This will come to you naturally, you were born to do this. You were born a prodigy." Madara said quietly, leaning forward as he stared downwards at his grandson.
Madara was a cold and calculating man but he wasn't heartless, he was a child of a time where constant war and constant death chipped away at your soul. If he had not fallen in love with the Fire Nation woman who had come to Konoha as part of a diplomatic team he probably would have gone down a much darker path, one that Hashirama liked to constantly go on about.
Sighing inwardly Madara rubbed his temples, he really needed to get more friends. Maybe he should have left Tobirama in charge of the village when he came out here, maybe leaving Hashirama in charge of the village could prove disastrous...
Zuko beamed at his grandfathers surprisingly warm words, he didn't notice the man slowly edging away from his daughter who was shooting death daggers at him.
"I'll learn them right away, I'll become a strong Uchiha in no time!" Zuko declared before leaping of his chair and speeding out the room and down the corridors towards his own one.
As he burst into his room with giddy excitement it was squashed instantly by the sight of Azula sitting on his bed, she smiled venomously at him.
Narrowing his brow at her, his Sharingan instinctively activated as he glared at her. Through clenched teeth he hissed like a viper at her "What do you want now. Azula."
"I just didn't want you to get your hopes up, you'll never gain fathers attention with your pitiful firebending and I'm sure you'll fail at this 'Shinobi' arts that our grandfather expects you to be good at." Azula snapped at him, jumping from his bed and prowling up to him.
"You know Azula, your right." Zuko said suddenly, his face becoming cold and emotionless. Already adopting the look of an Uchiha.
Azula blinked in surprise at her brothers sudden words, she grinned victoriously thinking she had just easily broken him again.
"Your right about my firebending but already we've seen the results of what my Sharingan can do and its just awakened. Firebending wasn't my calling, I can see that now. It's something I will have to train hard at but you know what is my calling, little sister?" Zuko said sweetly, mocking her for the first time in his life.
She narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists at her sides as she snarled "What's that brother?"
"I'm going to be a Shinobi, with both the ninja arts and the firebending. I will become someone that even father will envy, I can see now what my path is. I will become some one that you will hope to become, but never reach." Zuko growled, his eye narrowing at her. The crimson flashing tauntingly at her.
"It seems, in the end we were both born lucky." Zuko said before bursting into a mad fit of laughter.
"This isn't over Zuzu!" Azula screeched at him as she stormed out of his room, the echoes of Zuko's laughter taunting her as she left.
Collapsing onto his bed, Zuko grinned staring up at the sealing. The thought of himself showing of all these ninja powers to his father getting acknowledgement from him. Sitting up he grabbed one of the scrolls that was labelled 'Chakra Molding' and began to unravel it.
Paling considerably Zuko then groaned in irritation, the scrolls were rolled really tightly apparently as the thing kept unravelling revealing more and more information and techniques. He sat there for some time reading through the scroll, so engrossed into it that he didn't notice a servant enter the room looking rather winded.
"P-prince Zuko, your are late for the feast!" The Servant called out between gasps for air.
"What?" Zuko replied looking up for the large scroll sprawled across his bed. He looked to the windows around his room, eyes widening at the sight of the night sky instead of the daylight he remembered.
Leaping from the bed he ran out of his room barely hearing the servant calling out "Prince Zuko, please wait!"
It didn't take Zuko that long to burst into the dining hall panting like a worn out old dog, he blushed embarrassed by his sudden arrival.
"My apologies I'm late, I didn't mean for this tardiness I was so engrossed into the scrolls you gave me grandfather." He addressed the people within the room, he nervously laughed before bowing respectfully to Madara, his father and Azulon.
"It is good your so entertained by simple scrolls Zuko, I hope you put the same commitment into your actual training as well." Madara replied blandly, unamused by his excuse but understanding in a manner the excitement the boy was feeling.
"Yes, now come and sit by your father...We've waited long enough..." Azulon said in an irritable tone, staring angrily at Zuko.
Once sat by his father right hand side the feast went under way, there was an elaborate assortment of food to chose from and many of it was much to Zukos liking. He noticed on several platters of what he guessed was food from the Elemental Nations, he had several helpings of those especially the 'Ramen' ones.
His mother stared at him in shock as he wolfed down the food like a wild beast, he laughed into his food at her expression. Ever since the Sharingan awakening, his previously untapped and unused Chakra coils were being tested and strained by the constant demand of the Sharingan. Due to this the amount of food that he was putting away was most impressive. In fact it seemed something in common he had with the Uchihas at the table, they all ate much more food then his fathers side of the family.
Once the main courses were out of the way, they stopped eating for a short while deciding to instead to talk with one another. Striking up many different varied conversations ranging from where Zuko would be staying, to his training, to the current economical climate in Konoha and lastly to the current state of the countries. It seemed that even in the Elemental Nations peace did not exist for to long, they had recently been through a Shinobi War and according to Madara the continent was still itching for more conflict.
Zuko sighed sadly, all this conflict and bloodshed. Was this really what mankind truly sought, misery and hatred. He wondered if this would ever stop, if the world would ever know peace. was this why the avatar never came back?
The night passed on relatively well, Azula kept to herself and behaved like a good obedient daughter. Fuming by the side of her father as she for once was not the centre of conversation, she regretted ever burning Zuko's face. It wasn't supposed to be like this!
Once the topic of conversations was steered in Azula's direction she leapt at the chance to drill her newly met grandfather "Grandfather Madara, do you think you could possibly be able to teach me any new skills or technique?"
Madara turned his head to Azula. He inspected the girl several times to see if she had the potential to be a Shinobi and although it was there he also noted a sickness that seemed to be growing in the girl mind.
"No." Madara replied blandly staring at Azula with an irritated look on his face.
Azula shivered under his gaze, she looked to her father for support but gained none. It seemed that the recent attention towards Zuko had severely undermined her confidence and the constant outbursts were unbecoming to a lady of her ranking.
After that small incident the night went smoothly there after, they had their final desserts before relaxing to the study room where tales of adventure and of battle were traded by many of the people gathered there. The most interesting ones came from Madara himself who told them of the founding of Konoha how he met Ursa's mother, meeting Hashirama and finally of his surprise when he was elected to be the first Hokage of Konohagakure.
Overall it turned out to be a most fascinating night for Zuko, the effects of the night didn't really settle in for him until they had all returned to their chambers for the night. It was then he realised he was actually leaving the fire nation and heading to Konohagakure for a minimum of 6 years.
The following morning was a blur of motion and frenzy, servants rushing it and waking Zuko early in the morning. The sun had just began to rise and from what they were saying he was leaving now.
The good byes were strange for Zuko, his mother would be joining them on their journey to Konohagakure and would also be staying there for several months until Zuko had settled in and began his journey to becoming a Shinobi.
His father always the distant man had a strange look to his face, on one side he was glad his son was leaving them and on the other he was saddened by the fact his first born was leaving. Ozai's opinion about his son wasn't exactly a hidden secret as every one knew he held him to a certain level of disdain.
His sister simply glared at him, brows furrowed in rage and her hands clenched so tightly into fists that her palms were bleeding.
To his surprise his grandfather Azulon seemed to be actually proud of how Zuko was becoming a Shinobi, not a surprise when Azulon valued all forms of power that could help the Fire Nation succeed in its long bloody war.
Bidding his farewells he asked one of the servants to send his farewells to his uncle when he returned from conquering the earth kingdom. He always liked uncle Iroh, he was the only other person apart from his mother that cared genuinely about his well being.
Moving through the city towards the docks was another surprise for Zuko as the streets were packed with civilians bidding their farewells to their prince. Oddly enough it annoyed him greatly, usually these same peasants were the ones that ignored him in favour of his more talented sister.
Narrowing his eyes the rage began to seethe inside of him, memories of being constantly ignored or sidelined because Azula was 'Oh so great' as people used to rant on. He was beginning to look forward to Konoha, a fresh start where he would just be a simple Uchiha...
Boarding onto the boat the captain greeted them, by the looks of the man and the way he spoke. It was clear to Zuko that this man was obviously from the elemental nations and was probably hired to transport them to and fro from each continent.
With a fanfare farewell the ship set sail for Konoha, most of the other shinobi had gone into the bowels of the ship to enjoy the relaxing journey home, whilst a few stayed up top to take advantage of the fresh air.
Leaning against the railing around the boat, Zuko contemplated the events that had lead up to this. His entire world had shifted around him, within a month everything he knew was snatched away.
Exhaling slowly he looked onward over the vast expanse of sea, the left side of his face throbbing in dull pain. His emotions were mixed, he wasn't completely sure on how to feel but he hoped that when they reached his new home that everything would pan out and he'd get a sense of things.
Madara was standing next to Zuko his arms across his chest in a manner he was becoming all to familiar with seeing when regarding the head of the Uchiha clan, the man did seem slightly happier now that they had left the fire nation. No doubt Madara wanted to return to running his village and Zuko couldn't wait to see it, from what his mother had told him calling Konoha a village was a vast understatement.
Thinking back on the events that lead up to this Zuko scarcely could believe it happened only a month ago, it felt like yesterday that Azula and himself were in that court yard where he made himself look like a complete tool but also gained his new life's ambition.
-FLASHBACK-
"Come on Zuzu, what's wrong. I thought you wanted to impress father?" Came Azula's wicked taunting voice, egging him into attacking without thought.
"Shut up Azula, don't underestimate me!" was his response, he glared angrily towards his younger sister. Her whole life she was a prodigy as she was born gifted with extraordinary firebending, whilst he alone had only just began to understand his abilities.
He rushed forward, kicking upwards into the air sending a blade of fire cracking out from the heel of his foot like a whip, as he landed to his feet he began to lash out with his fists firing of several fire balls.
Azula smirked strafing to the left and then ducking under the triple fire balls aimed at her chest, she moved like a snake towards her older brother easily side stepping any attacks he attempted to unleash upon her.
Zuko screamed in anger, his attacks becoming more sporadic and unrefined. His desperate attempts at attacking his sister to please the gathered crowd of his father, mother and grand father. Every blast of fire or inferno like wave was easily countered and parried whilst he alone struggled with the faintest of counter attacks from Azula.
"Oh Zuzu, this is embarrassing. How were you even born from mother and father, are you even trying?" Azula called viciously, her words cutting deep within his heart like the way a predator would do to its prey.
With a reckless and angered cry of fury Zuko charged, his attacks now were truly chaotic. There was no form to them and each attack was becoming weaker and weaker then the last, it truly was a poor sight to behold.
Ursa's hands clenched at her dress, she was distraught at the sight of her two children fighting one another. From the moment the idea of Azula sparring with Zuko was raised she had been against it, she knew that her youngest had an intense hatred towards her older brother but Ursa couldn't understand why it was exactly.
Ozai growled in irritation hands clenching into vice like fists as he was distastefully at Zuko, he growled towards his wife "He has no patience, no respect for his betters. I will have to teach that boy a lesson soon."
"Perhaps if you didn't treat your son like a tool, perhaps if you showed him the love and attention a father should to his first born he might not be so desperate to make you proud!" Ursa snapped at her husband, son of the firelord or not. She would defend her cubs fiercely even if it was from their father.
With Ursa and Ozai deep in an argument with one another about how to be a good parent or in Ozai's case, lack of one. Azula was up to no good, her brother was leaving himself comically wide open for her to do some serious damage.
She grinned darkly, oh and how she did love doing damage to Zuko be it physical or emotional. With a savage left kick aimed at Zuko's head a torrent of flame blasted out the very air around the fire scolding to be near.
Zuko barely managed to slam his arms together in front of his chest and summon a wall of fire to protect him from the sudden onslaught from his younger sister.
Stumbling back his arms lightly on fire, Zuko screamed swinging his arms around before putting them out by patting his arms down quickly.
Distracted by his sleeves being on fire Zuko didn't notice Azula speeding towards him. A dark look on her young face.
After putting the flames out Zuko looked up just in time to hear his mother scream out "AZULA, NO!"
He blinked before stumbling backwards as Azula punched out with her fist a large blast of fire striking the left side of Zuko's face.
The scream was inhuman, Zuko's agony was barely even voice through his scream. He collapsed onto the ground in a crumpled heap. Tears pooring from his eyes as he howled in utter torment, he lay there on his back as both his mother and father came running over to him.
Ozai grabbed Azula by the arm and dragged her away snarling at her for damaging her brother in such a way, Ozai didn't particularly care with what Azula did to Zuko but serious injuries or maiming was something she was not allowed to do.
Ursa skidded to a halt collapsing onto her knees, she scooped Zuko into her lap cradling him as she tried in vain to help her son. She barked at several servants to get a healer and some medical equipment.
"M...mo..mother...it hurts...but...I feel...so strange...my eyes..." Zuko's voice came weakly, when Ursa looked down in freight when she heard eyes she stiffened, her own eyes widening in shock as she stared at one thing she had never expected to see. Two red eyes with two black tomes in his left eye whilst one in his right.
"It's going to be all right Zuko. The healers are here now, they'll take care of you and help with the pain and then...then I have something wonderful to tell you Zuko." Ursa replied, her voice soft and soothing to Zuko. Her hand stroking his unburned side of his face humming in an attempt to ease Zuko more.
"Azula will be properly punished for her foolish behaviour." Ozai said as he stepped up behind his wife, staring down at his son. Unsure on how to react to him, he frowned when he noticed Ursa smiling as she soothed Zuko.
"Azula has awoken Zuko's Sharingan." Ursa replied bluntly as she looked over her shoulder, Ozai twitched in shock at the news.
-FLASHBACK-
Amazing how something that his sister had done to hurt him had back fired on her and gave him strength, he was concerned about her unlocking the Sharingan herself but that gave him more reason to train harder and faster so if she did he would be a better shinobi then she ever could.
With the ships voyage to the land of fire truly on its way Zuko spent as much time as he possibly could devoted to learning the Uchiha's fighting style as well as understanding the fundamental basics of Chakra and the ways of controlling it, moulding it into Jutsu's through the use of hand seals. He had to admit he was a bit puzzled as to the point of screaming out the name of the Jutsu you was using as it would inform your enemy what it was.
He had a very in depth conversation with one of the ANBU guards stationed on the ship about the connections from elemental bending and ninjutsu, it was an interesting talk and one he truly enjoyed. He was already enjoying the company of assassins, they seemed much nicer to be around then his family.
The voyage took a total of five days to arrive in the elemental nations and when they docked he was eager to get of the ship and onto steady land, it was his first experience with being on a ship and he hoped it would be his last but he knew it wouldn't be.
The land trip to Konoha would take a day at maximum but that was due to Madara saying that they would stop half way to make sure that Zuko had mastered what was needed of him. The boy had been an eager learner and had drank in all the basic Jutsu's that were required, a quick test of his chakra control showed that.
The jutsu tests were nothing more then making sure he had the Body Replacement Jutsu, Transformation Jutsu and Clone Jutsu. Zuko had been a fast learner, he had subconsciously been moulding chakra when he did firebending so it allowed him to be able to master the basics quickly. It also didn't hurt to be a descendant of Madara, that certainly had its bonus.
The only Jutsu's that he was concerned about was the Fire Style: Fireball Technique, shooting a giant fireball from your mouth wasn't something he was looking forward to. Especially since Madara threatened to throw a Kunai at him every time he messed up, needless to say Zuko mastered the fireball Jutsu pretty quickly.
With the Jutsu's needed to make sure Zuko wasn't going to let the clan down and embarrass them they continued on their way to Konoha.
When they arrived at the great gates of the village Zuko could barely contain his awe and excitement when the great doors swung open. As he took his first step into the bustling village that was more alike to a city he was suddenly filled with a great sense of enthusiasm for the future.
Again thanks for reading all the way to the end, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and please keep in mind that this is a fresh idea and something I've written over the past three days when I could. A few things may not make sense or may seem out of time so if you notice anything please either leave a review or send me a PM.
Also I'm currently looking for another beta reader to read over my work and some one whos knowledgeable about Avatar and Naruto or one of them to just give me tips and some ideas. If interested just send me a private message or leave a review. Thanks.
First of all I'd like to thank ChrisFragger for once again putting up with my crazy story ideas and being generous enough to read over my work for me when I need him to.
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