"Eight Steps" the feminine voice rang.
Placing the footing. I must position my body so that an invisible arrow touches both of my toes and runs all the way to, and through the target. My feet must be placed the approximate distance of an arrow and at a sixty degree angle so as to place equal force on each foot to attain maximum balance.
Forming the Body. I must verify that my body is balanced, and that my hips are aligned with the target. My body must be straight, so I do not hit my face.
Readying the Bow. I must complete three steps: grip the bowstring with my right hand, position my left hand on the bow's grip, and I must turn my gaze towards the target.
Raising the Bow. I raise the bow above my head to prepare for the draw.
Drawing apart. I bring down my bow, pushing the bow with my left hand, while simultaneously drawing with my right.
Full Draw. I complete my draw, placing the arrow level with my mouth. The arrow should be in line with my feet as stated in step one.
Release. I release the bowstring in my right hand extend the arm behind my body.
Continuation of the Shot. I remain in position until the arrow strikes the target. Only then do I lower my concentration and subsequently, the bow.
Bright blue eye were wide open in wonder as he watched his mother shoot arrow after arrow into a tree about 50m away. "Eight steps" she said, but he couldn't count them all, he was only 6 after all. So far he could count up to a hundred, but his mother had yet to teach him anything about the craft that he had just witnessed. He felt his mind beginning to actually shut down from the sheer badassitude of what he just saw. For now, he just continued to stare in amazement as he watched his mother's technique, heedless of the chilled afternoon air biting at his nose.
When she had exhausted her supply of arrows, she stole a peek at her son. The momentary hardness in her eyes disappearing as she saw his wonder. She couldn't help the smug look that crossed her face as her bow disappeared in a flash of particles. She put her hands on her hips and gave her son the biggest shit-eating-grin she could muster while laughing. "Hahaha. Yes, bask in your mother's Glory, sweet child! Soon, you too, shall be as awesome as I am! Ha ha ha..."
"Yes, please teach me!" he cried "I'll do anything!" he started vibrating in place in excitement.
She smiled, "Okay, okay, calm down Naruto. We'll get to the finer point of archery later, but for now we must have a talk about the power inside of us."
"Power?" he parroted.
She nodded and sat down on the ground brushing a stray bit of red hair. "What we have in our bodies is what is known as a Bloodline Limit. It is a special power passed down through our family from generation to generation. Every family has different traits. For example, the Uchiha have their Sharingan, the Hyuuga have their Byakugan, the Kaguya have their Shikotsumyaku and so on. Ours is very powerful, it allows us to create weapons out of our own chakra." she paused at this "You remember what I said about chakra right?"
He nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah, its the energy in our bodies that we create!"
"...And?" she prodded
He took a second and his face screwed up in concentration, "Umm, its divided into two parts? Body and Mind?"
"Close." she answered "Body and Spiritual. What we do is call upon the spiritual chakra within our bodies to open up the doorway in order to bring forth our weapons."
"Wait, wait!" he interrupted "So what kind of weapons can you make? Can you make a hammer? Or a big-ass swo-OUCH!" he was interrupted by his a fist on top of his head.
"What did I tell you about foul language!" she yelled at him
His eyes teared up as he looked up at her while holding the already-swelling lump on his head, "Not to..." he got no reprieve as his mother kept staring at him waiting "...or you'll wash my mouth out with soap..." he blubbered out.
"And don't you forget it. Girls don't like a boy with a foul mouth. If you want any children in the future I suggest you remember that."
"Yuck!" she scrunched his eyes tight and stuck out his tongue "Girls are icky! I'll never like them!"
"Oh?" she asked in amusement "But what about me? I'm a girl too, you know."
His eyes flew open immediately as he jumped up and latched onto her white sleeve with both hands, "No you aren't! You're my mom, you'll never be icky. Even when you're old and fat, and I'm gonna have to take care of you because you wont be able to walk, or hunt, or work anymore." he yelled, completely missing her twitching eyebrow.
"One other piece of advice." he stopped and listened to her in rapt attention "Never, mention a girl's age to her. EVER." she stood up over him with a dark and menacing aura around her.
For a split second he contemplated running. He knew his mother was a very cool and strong ninja. But then, even ninja had to die eventually. After the thought of running flashed through his mind, he started to wonder what that creature behind his mother was. The dark, shadowed face; the deep red blood-like eyes, and the waving hair–wait, that is his mother. Oh dear God, what had he done? He subconsciously shrunk away from her and started curling up in a little ball. All of a sudden the aura dissipated and the creature went away, replaced by his beautiful mother. He was scooped up and he hear her voice, "Aww, I'm sorry my little Naru-chan! I didn't mean to scare you!"
"Hmph, I wasn't scared!" he puffed his cheeks out and looked away, huffing.
"Sure, sure. But you understand that it is your duty to continue on our family." he voice suddenly serious "We're the last two free Uzumaki in the world now."
Oh right. That. The sobering thought tore its way through his mind.
He had forgotten about when his mother had told him about the fate that had befallen their family. About how the last Great Ninja War had been started with the slaughter of their clan. It had taken an alliance of Suna, and Iwa launching a full scale invasion of Uzushio for fear of what their clan could do. However, they did make them pay. 100 Uzumaki had destroyed thousands of the invading armies with the use of their bloodline. This is why they were now living in Kirigakure. Well that and the incident that had happened in Konoha when Naruto was four years old that had forced him and his mother out of Konoha and into hiding.
"Yes. I understand..."
She sighed, "But we'll leave that for later. For now you wanted to know what kind of weapons I could create right?" she smiled when she saw him come out of his funk for the most part. She called forth her chains out of her palms and the wrapped around the nearest tree to her left. She squeezed them and tore the unfortunate thing into splinters. Ignoring his startled gasp, she dismissed her chains and created a dozen swords around her that she summarily sent flying into the trees nearby, buying each to their hilts. Then she dismissed those as well creating a Large single bit Ax. It had a wooden handle and the head came straight out and then curved down into a large flat head. She threw it towards her next target and it flew, spinning, and bisected the tree before returning to her hand and was summarily dismissed into a stream of light particles. She then turned back to her son who had regained his wide-eyed expression and barely repressed eagerness.
It didn't matter that he was only six years old. She wouldn't teach him the dangerous stuff for a while yet. She smirked at him, "Now the first thing you must learn in order to do this is called Structural Grasp..."
Kinda a short chapter, but it was more to get it down on paper. I have the hardest time starting something, but once i get going, I really get going. The only reason i stopped so quickly is because this is pretty much just an intro, and it was the most logical place to stop in order to keep the pace later on.
Anyways, reviews are always appreciated and encouraging. Until next time!