just a test for a new idea i have had in my mind since christmas.
A Displaced Shinobi
By Alarik
Prologue
Space and time have always co-existed. Each running parallel to each other. Both affecting each other. Yet both existing despite one another.
For the Shinobi, users of chakra, who could effect huge areas. Time was one thing which was constant for them. While space could easily be manipulated through he use of seals. Time was near impossible to manipulate. This was a theory that had lasted for nearly one millennia. Until one Shinobi, who went by the name of Namikaze Minato, broke the theoretical law by creating his signature technique. The Hirashin, or 'Flying Thunder God', technique.
It was undoubtedly thanks to this technique that said Shinobi saved his home by teleporting a giant demon known as the Kyuubi no Kitsune away from village. Before sealing the demon within his own son.
His own life was sacrificed in doing so.
The following decade after the demons attack and subsequent sealing were ones of hardship for the child who acted as a living jail cell. Scorned by his village, he tried his best to gain acknowledgement any way he could. Mostly in the form of pranks. His name. Was Uzumaki Naruto.
Upon his eighth birthday, Naruto entered the villages Shinobi academy, his goal of becoming the villages leader, or Hokage, being the foremost in his mind. If only to get attention and respect.
It was there in the academy that he learned several valuable lessons. Which lead him towards the current precedent he was in. contraire to the belief of the council. Naruto had excelled, but hid his skills and knowledge. Following the saying 'A Shinobi's best tool is deception' to the letter. It was also because of this that he had failed the graduation exam three times.
Over the seven years of tutelage in the academy, Naruto had learned more from sneaking into the village library and entering the restricted sections under 'henge', or transformation technique, than he ever had at the academy. In fact thanks to a happy accident while training he had learnt an advanced clone technique that allowed him to make solid clones instead of the standard illusionary ones. They also had the benefit of giving the original the memories they gain when they are dispelled. Thus speeding up his theoretical skills by a factor equaling the amount of clones he made. It was only a fools mistake he made when practicing the 'Hirashin' technique that resulted in possibly the worst, or in another perspective, the best situation happening.
Breaking the barriers of both space and time, at the same time, resulted in him being flung into a Trans-dimensional tear. It was only dumb luck that he kept all his scrolls, items, and belongings stored in a specialized blood and chakra seal on his chest. Used as security against the mobs. And so he never lost anything anymore.
The last thing he saw was the ground rapidly coming up beneath him.
His only thoughts being
'This is going to fucking hurt'
Ideas, critiques welcome. my grammer may suck. so if you spot anything. dont be afraid to point it out for me.
also.
i already have an idea for the storyline. but if this isnt all that good. then it'll just end up being left alone.
Alarik out.
(note just a quick update to spelling in places )