Clone 117- operative Naruto Namikaze
"Wet, All I could feel, I look out I see people no faces. I see words I see lips, but no voices. I see history, I see skill, but I see no reason. I see monsters, I see injustice, but I see him. I see a man with Yellow eyes he is father, I see a baby with blue eyes he would be my genetic duplicate, but I see a number I have no real Name. I understand why I am and I don't like it, soon I will be let out with the others and soon I will see with my own eyes. Soon so very soon I will kill this sick man who would bring me to life in hopes of me being just a weapon. I am 117-Naruto Namikaze, part of my 'brother' part of my hero. I feel… so cold, the tank it's open!"
I stumble my feet they look weird, as I stair to keep myself standing, I shake air enters my lungs real air. I smirk I stumble forward others different faces, but all same size, I step forward again one step after the each then I run. The wind it feels good much better than the liquid. I feel the wind in my hair I dry fast as I dash others look at me confused some follow my lead. I Spin until I am dizzy it is fun, all thought I do not know what it means fun feels like the right description. I hear laughter it is the first real sound it sounds like music to me. I shout
"Laugh some more!" The people around me stair all in pail long white shirts a moment passes and more laughter is formed. I see a small group of people come into the area we are being held. Three yellow eyes a white haired teen and a red headed girl, each wearing a similar uniform. The yellow eyed man is father no other name was given to me while in the tube, the name does not feel right. They drop Kunai to the ground each person is given as they look at 'Father' some in awe others indifference he looks at me I give him a glare he seems confused but moves on. A kunai is held in my hand I grip it with distain I have seen it use death, others marvel at it, some play with it I throw it away. Information floods my mind it is thrown skillfully it stabs the cement wall a crack is created as smirk is formed on 'fathers' face. He picks it out of the wall and walks over to me he smiles a fake smile.
"Good job, but this is a tool for protection a lesson you need to learn, your reason to exist is to help me bring peace," he spoke his tone filled with, political bullshit. Just a way to bring the people around me to him, "Play nice don't hurt any of the others here you are all very special to me," He turns the pale face, and red head follow. The people around me smile in admiration; a few walk to me a brown haired boy spiked slightly, a pail boy with white spiked white hair and a black haired boy each sporting a similar frown each seems to see past the Father's appearance. I look around for the first time a large area one giant door and a wall a plain concert wall around us. I see a prison made just for us,
Night-1
The air isn't as warm it's a bit harder to see but noise is much more we sleep in the grass I count 125 of us all together. Most of us are resting against a tree or two that litters the area I wonder why we have no bed. A few of us I notice some have anomalies one has bone growing outside his skin I wonder if it is a blood line ability. A few have no eyesight others have eyes but no irises a Hyuga perhaps some. Some can't seem to hear, one could not feel, and a few could not smell. I take note the few that are blind all share black hair spiked for some reason, the one that could not feel has purple chakra but no blue. During the day we had but are memories from the tube each of us has relatively the same level of skill with chakra and kunai. Other skills we have as well the three ninja basics, for each. I wonder who or what we are we each have the same knowledge but those disabled do as well they described color but can't see. Just what are we really the question will not leave as I settle down what was father's reason for bring us here.
Day -2
I still have no idea what I look like I feel a nose, a mouth, two ears, hair spiky I see a faint look bright blond, Two eyes, and oddly two whisker marks on my checks. I feel my body peak physical body for a six year old. Sound ninja are scattered about teaching in small groups of three to five students. The albino with the two dots is teaching only one the child with short white hair. Both are similar, the younger is seemingly have trouble with controlling his bones. I approach the two and after a moment of concentration and failed control, they take notice of me. The younger gave a look of confusion, the older a small glare. I bow low for a quick moment,
"I wish to learn Kenjutsu sir if possible can you teach me?" I ask bowing low; the man frowns, and tosses me an extremely heavy katana. He waves his hand at me I smile at the younger "Good luck" as I take the Katana with me. I remember all the stuff the tube then flow with the blade into a dance. The albino has a look of shock as I use the overweight blade with ease. The faces stair at me, surprise is evident on everyone's faces, soon swords are handed out each shows skill but majority believes my abilities a far greater, it seems I retained the most knowledge from the tube. I give a small smirk, as weapons of every kind are passed out blunted they want to test to see who the best is. A large group of masked sound ninja appear. A few pulled forward a bunch of concert stones an arena is created weapons are scattered, Bo staffs, twin daggers, Kunai, a cross bow, and many types of swords. I watch many enter no casualties yet. 20 fight in,
"117, step forward," The referee announced, I walk in and stab the bone blade into the ground. "105, please step forward as well," the girl had red hair similar to the girl that walked with father but whore the same hospital clothing all the other children were wearing. She took a up the basic fighting still the tube taught.
"Why throw you blade away it would have been an advantage?" she asked,
"Only a fool trusts his life to a weapon no matter how well crafted," I answer as I hold the same stance. She runs first she swings hard I duck fast I land to solid hit to her gut. I weave to the side she charges again I block I slam my palm into her under arm she screams in pain, I twist around her and slam my elbow into the back of her neck she stumbles forward she grabs the blocks to steady herself, I wait she picks up a combat knife, She charges with a reverse grip she is mad swings wildly I duck out of the way as I dash backwards I catch her wrist, I kick the inside of her leg she falls I bring up both hands and she hit the floor hard. I slide my fought under her and flip her onto her back. I knelt down and after checking her pulse and a few hits to certain pressure points her eyes shot open. I offer my hand and I pull her back to her feet, she seems sour but okay. I sit to the side and watch as more fights take place, fifteen more members are here than last night. One catches my eye blond hair a bit taller he is the mirror of my hero, I frown as I begin to wonder more as to whom we are. I absorb the information in front of me as I watch the newer ones are mostly Bloodline's Uchiha mostly their eyes seem to work perfectly now, I frown a bit my train of thought is going much darker. I shake it off as I watch the eyes make it an interesting fight I want to fight against one now. Most of the others have walked away no back to who knows what a few stand around as the fights continue. They end finally the sound ninja walk away I step into the arena and sit down I leave my body and recall all the information I could, fighting styles, weapon uses, cooking, and millions of military situations. I stand up eyes closed and start going thru weapons. The weapons feel right in my hands I bring forth everything I had learned, I throw the weapons away as I lead into the strong fist, then the snake style, open palm, closed fist, Tai chi, and many more I lead seamlessly threw them. Night has fallen as I keep going my body refuses to stop my mind agrees Time has slowed as my understanding of everything at my disposal. I smirk, satisfied I remember and can do everything than I stop, seals they were touched but never taught the idea is infuriating, I lay down on the grass and stare up at the stars I smile to myself but the fact that father could not teach me something in that tube makes me smile something spite the bastard with.
Day's end,
The group of us now two hundred even instead of 125 I am alone in that aspect, my skill has alienated me so names of them are unknown, Father has approached us not as equals but as a leader now. His speech explained a large nation who was filled to the brim people who were cruel and helped only themselves. That they had tossed him as well as many people who did not fit their degree of normal as well as massacre a group of people just for being different. The people scream for blood his speech moves what seems to be everyone buys it he explains the plan six years we will attack the village in the leaves. I smile there is the hole for me to run to, Thank you Father whatever your reason is I found my hope.