FSDYT Note's: Not really sure if I want to continue with this story but eh. . . why stop now.

Also be aware of the sudden entrances on to different scenes without explanation. Yup folks it's one of those stories that rely on a person's ability to interpret things well.


"What is a fire techniques' weakness?"

"Aw Dad! i know all this stuff already!" whined the boy looking to his father who seemed to be better interested in the paperwork on his desk in front of him then helping his son progress.

"Then what is it?" asked the man, setting down a crisp slip of paper in a new stack before then after picking up another and reading it.

"Naturally it would be water. Although depending on the strength of say fire's usually submissive foot stool; wind. It could be over come by that too if strong enough. I know all this! YOU taught this to me months AGO when we tested my affinity!" complained the boy kicking at the sand at his feet.

He wondered how his dad could be so cool; to actually have a office on the beach! Then so lame as to do work instead of teach his son and have fun at said beach.

'An he calls himself a Uzumaki! Yet he resists the call of the waves!' thought the boy looking at yet another wave that crashed on to the shore and was not played in by him and his father.

"Tell me what is the basis of a water technique?" asked the man in a absent minded drawl

Arata looked back to his father and watched the man sign another piece of paper while paying him no real mind. A small mischievous thought developed in his head.

"A water jutsu. . . Hm, well it like all elemental jutsu is made from chakra. Said chakra is usually manipulated-" he began with a calm steady voice as he walked slowly towards the shore's edge "- By the user to control one of the most versatile of the five basic chakra natures, Water Release techniques can not only change shape but state as well. Moreover, the water becomes more solid in the process as well. To do a water justu one simply must use sufficient chakra threw forming correct hand seals for a jutsu-"

With a steady calm the boy looked at his unsuspecting father then went threw a few hand-seals "- Already known or one wishes to learn. With chakra channeled properly and water source readily available the next thing to do is form the jutsu by pushing the chakra in the correct way in to the substance-"

Arata felt the returning wave lap at his feet with a cold lick and make the sand grains beneath his toes become sludgier. He knew then his 'water source was available' "-LIKE SO! Water release: Beached Whale Jutsu!"

With a smirk upon his face Arata waited as he saw his father look over to him with a curious face.

The red headed Uzumaki man sighed as he saw what his son had done. Behind the short boy he saw the unmistakable forming water blob that now took on the appearance of a whale. . . Except this one not as large as a real one was still quite large easily six feet in width and who knew how long as it slowly jumped over his son and looked to be coming unmistakably directly towards. . . his paper work?

"I can't let you do that" he said to the whale who opened it's gaping and water gushing mouth.

Standing up the man picked up his wooden chair then threw it at the whale who crushed it in it's mouth with a resounding chomp then kept coming.

"You clearly put allot of chakra in this attack son. It was nice while it lasted" congratulated the man in a dull voice as he heard his son giggle.

The whale came closer to it's target letting out a loud moan as it's real counterpart might of done but it fell short as a earth wall rose in to it's path. Stopping it dead in it's tracks and turning it in to a puddle on to the beach when it hit the thick rock.

The red headed man rose from the ground dusting off his sandy hand that had been placed on the sand to summon the equalizer that fell the water beast.

"Wait a minute!" yelled Arata as he pointed with a threatening finger at his father.

The man gave a confused look at his son's yell.

"Your not a earth nature user!" yelled the boy kicking sand up in to the air as he stomped his way over to his father. He then got to the man and poked at his muscled abs - not being tall enough to reach any higher- with a finger that conveyed his disdain for not knowing what was going on.

With a smirk the man swatted away his son's hand that almost brushed against the black pattern of a over lapping star that spanned from his upper abdominal almost to his lower stomach where his son touched.. "Basics son. Simple basics"

"Basics?" asked Arata unsure

"Water. Fire. Earth. Lightning. Wind. Those are the basic five elements and usually the basic chakra types of individuals. Except like I have been teaching you they have their weaknesses and what not. Yet at the same time they have their versatility. It is like you said before water is versatile. Where are we Arata?" asked the man taking a string of his long hair from his eyes.

"A beach but what does that have to do- Oh!" crooned the boy

"Exactly the water source was already abundant. Sucked in to many sand grains. Now creating what was a rock wall was simple manipulation in this case water and sand which is essentially earth. The water carried the sand, then let it form to what I wanted. Seconds later I drain the water and compacted the sand to what you saw."

"Whoa! dad! That would be combination advanced nature manipulation then!" spoke the boy astonished

With a reach to the simple tie that kept his red strands neatly brought together the man pulled it, letting his hair pool around his face as he walked towards the ocean with a wave for his son to follow.

"Technically yeah. That would be what it would be called. Though what it really is, is a mastery over one nature that has such versatility it infringes on another nature to began manipulating it."

"Elemental natures can do that!? I've never even heard of such a thing!" replied Arata looking up at his father

"Heh what elven year old does know of advanced nature manipulation. Let alone how to master it. Even if it is very obvious if you know the basics"

"What! If it was 'basic' why is it called advanced?" countered the boy

"Because knowing the basics actually makes the advanced stuff very easier. Knowing that earth is stronger then water but can be swept away by a big enough current is good to know. Though understanding what makes each nature what it truly is, is what is really advanced."

"That is just. . . too AHH!" shouted the boy as he was thrown in to the ocean by his father suddenly.

"Ah yes last lesson of the day. . . Don't try to make water whales eat my paper work!" yelled the man before jumping in to the crystalline water.


TWO WEEKS PAST


"I just don't have the time son" apologized the man with a frown

"But you have been teaching me all this time before!" murmured the boy dropping the fork in his plate, his appetite having left him.

The older man cringed at the sound of the metal fork ringing out a loud clang upon the dish. He could tell that his son's wish to be taught directly by him probably had rung louder then that clanging sound.

"Son. I just have too many responsibilities at the moment. Between the village and planning I barely have time to do anything else. Me teaching you in spare time would damage your development. I mean look at it this way, at least you will get a cool trainer to teach you stuff!" encouraged the man with a smile.

Arata blanched at that prospect "That isn't cool! Haruo even told me that all his trainer does is make him do a bunch of practicing and WON'T even let him use his zanpakuto! There is no way someone like that is going to teach me!"

The Uzumaki head exhaled tiredly. He was a bit annoyed at how his son could be so disagreeing. Though that was how he knew his only child was. An got even more so as he realized just not conforming to someone's way he would get his own. A idea of this possibly being developed in him due to his social status of being a clan head and village leader's son ran threw his mind but was squashed.

Arata's rebellious nature was most likely just apart of his personality. An it showed in what he did on a daily basis and in his friend's like Haruo.

Ah yes, Arata's best friend and official tag along trouble maker; Haruo. Those two together were no good at all and best kept separate. It was hard to do so since they were from the same clan and distant cousins but necessary as two boys of the same age and one naturally mischievous while another who was usually cold as ice in mannerisms to pretty much everything he did unless his friend was around proved trouble again and again.

Though Haruo under Arata's influence could prove much more trouble since he had awoken his zanpakuto at such a young age. Something Arata had not done, and something he was sure Haruo as a friend would try to help Arata do or worse. . . let him wield his sword. Which would only let lose disaster seeing as how truly dangerous Haruo's zanpakuto was and it being hailed one of the most dangerous weapons in the country.

He would have to think fast on how to stop his son from not wanting to be taught by a capable teacher who might instill some calm in to him.

"Dad if these trainers don't even let people use their zanpakuto how when I awaken mine will I be able to get stronger!?"

"Arata you don't have a zanpakuto-"

"-Yet" injected the boy

"So you should just continue to train. Besides Arata it is a privilege to be trained by one of the warriors of this clan"

"Then I don't want to. Not if they are going to boss me around" decided the boy

The older Uzumaki was not impressed nor surprised at the deceleration "Alright then. Don't be taught. Fall behind your fellow kinsmen in skill then embarrass the Uzumaki name. I'm sure won't nobody care. Well maybe the elders might. . . you know how they like to lecture so you may have to hear them go on and on about your duties for a few years but it'll end probably around the time they just give up on you, take your title as heir, and give it to someone else. Though you won't-"

Arata crumbled in his resolve "Alright! I'll let a trainer teach me but only under one condition!"

With a smile the red headed man asked "Yes?"

"I can move to another trainer if I want"

"Arata there are only so many available senior warriors that want to teach or even have the time for it. So going threw them guy by guy would be too wasteful. Plus playing around with time and your development is no joke."

"That is my final offer" said the boy with a serious voice

"Alright Arata but know if you mess this up it is on your shoulders' son." replied the man picking his fork up but set it back down. For some reason he knew he had made a bad deal and it just was not sitting right.


ONE MONTH PAST


"Thank-you anyway Ginko-san"

"Your welcome sir. I tried but he is just. . ." trailed off the armored man with a clenched jaw

The man looked over to his son who glared at the red headed man who burst in to a spiral of water that soon disappeared not leaving a trace behind.

"That was the fourth one Arata. Maybe I was not clear. Find a trainer -get along with them or be a civilian" spoke the Uzumaki man in a annoyed voice.

Arata looked up at his father with a bored look on his face. He then looked back towards the training lake that was one of many in the Uzumaki compound.

"He was a bastard, he kept trying to compare me to you or. . . mom"

The older man's face softened at the last word as he walked over to his son and lay a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Arata I'm sorry about her but. . . we have to move on. You can't get mad over that anymore. You have to be strong. Well stronger for yourself the village and clan and if not for them then for her too. She wouldn't want you doing what you are doing now"

"Alright. . . any way it does not matter now, cause I know a senior warrior who trains now" spoke the boy with vigor

"Who would that be?"

"Shuji Uzumaki. . . wielder of Kamikaze. . . or God-Wind" answered Arata with a wide smirk

A frown marred the face of the Uzumaki head "So you all this time wanted a zanpakuto wielder to teach you? Arata. . . I just hope you at least make sure it was worth passing by decent candidates to get to him."

"It will be! Watch when I get my own zanpakuto!" said the boy with glee looking up to his father

"I hope so" was all the father could say back to the. . . child.