The Legend
A/N: As promised, an update to an old story as well as a long awaited second chapter to The Legend. Hope you enjoy! Without further adieu, I present to you the second chapter in The Legend, Pushing Ahead!
Pushing Ahead
"Often in life, the most important question we can ask ourselves is: do we really have the problem we think we have?"
~Sheri Fink.
Volga was having a bad time.
This kid… This fucking kid right here! This force of nature, Uzumaki Nakaru as he called himself, was a natural; nothing short of extraordinary. His movements, his strikes; they were coordinated and precise and perfected to a point. And then, coupled with those of the elven women known simply as Impa, he considered himself overpowered. His emblazoned crimson armor chinked, cracked, and shattered beneath the strength of their massive weapons as they slashed up and down and left and right. It was almost like an out of body experience as Volga watched his body bashed and thrown around every which way like a ragdoll. Suddenly, Impa hung back as the Uzumaki shot forward, allowing his blade to disappear into nothingness like a whisper in the wind.
Punches and kicks met with his torso in an instant, the lightning-fast barrage ending in an iron hard headbutt, dealing massive cranial damage to the fiery warrior even through his helmet. Immediately shaking off his brief daze, the redhead reared back, clenching his fist, and then he let it fly. An unstoppable object slammed into an immovable force with the raw speed and power of a freight train and the immovable force yielded. Volga bent double, blood and spittle leaping from his opened lips. He vanished suddenly, without a single trace of his existence as if he'd never been there; never injured him. Then, the scarlet haired shinobi blurred into existence behind him and delivered a mighty chop to the nape of his neck, causing him to drop to his knees and once there, the Uzumaki was suddenly there again and, almost immediately, a powerful sandaled foot smashed into his face, ejecting teeth from his gums and altering the shape of the cartilage in his nose upon impact.
The cringeworthy blow knocked the prideful man onto his back, sending him sprawling across the grassy plains in a way no respectful warrior would desire to. He tried to get up, he really did, but his attempt was futile the very millisecond a godly foot befell upon his throat, crushing his windpipe and effectively slamming his head back into the earth with enough force that he heard the back of his helmet crack. "How does it feel?" His voice was dark, angry even. Volga cringed at the booming voice that rang through his eardrums as he stared up at the piercing eyes of the demon in human flesh looming over him.
"To lie on your back unwillingly, getting beaten down ruthlessly and not be able to fight back; to do anything?"
The armorless warrior snarled up at the vertical white slits he called pupils plastered atop those onyx colored eyes of the unearthly embodiment above him, struggling against the invisible force ensnaring his limbs to the ground as well as the sandal standing between his lungs and the much needed life-giving oxygen in the air. A tear was involuntarily squeezed from his ducts and with one tiny, minuscule glance, the shinobi's hold on his diaphragm briefly loosened ever so slightly. The action was so brief in fact that if the dragon incarnate wasn't paying attention he'd have missed his chance. Fortunately for him his attention was glued to the boy the entire time. With the grip on his throat loosened as well as the invisible force pinning him to the ground, he morphed, his mouth becoming a great massive maw filled with sharp prickly teeth. Impa started suddenly as she caught sight of his battered arms becoming a pair of large blood red wings.
The ancient beast known only as a dragon swooped out from under the Uzumaki, his wings beating faster than ever. Caught off guard, Nakaru's focus shattered and his eyelids became their natural shade, white, slits becoming round and taking on a darkened coal color as his black irises returned to their natural grey. He fell back onto his arse, the helpful hand of the elven woman accompanying him there to steady him when he fell. They looked up as the gusts of Volga's powerful wing beats blew across their faces.
"THIS ISN'T OVER PEASANTS!"
Blazing scarlet flames erupted from his great maw, the massive embers of red and orange surrounding them. With Nakaru's body making contact with the flames before her, Impa closed her eyes, afraid to see the heat hitting her and when next she opened them, she found herself being held within a pair of strong protective arms. She looked up and saw an angered face; one of complete and unrivaled rage staring off into the distance from beneath the shadows of a curtain of spiky scarlet tresses. Then, his expression settled and those same soft grey eyes she had already become accustomed to looked down at her lovingly.
"Are you okay?"
Impa felt a warmth from the pit of her stomach grow and outstretch through her body, causing her face to flush as she looked up at him, her body drinking in his muscular form as he held her tightly as if she were a bride and he, the groom.
"AAAAHH!"
Her hand suddenly lashed out with the strength of a full grown lion and the precision and velocity of a cobra, slamming into the Uzumaki's face with enough force that his head consequently whipped to the side, causing him to drop her out of his arms on accident. She quickly bounded away a few feet from him, her face still ablaze, and placed her arms over her breasts as if she'd been wholly exposed; violated even. What is wrong with me? Why am I blushing? She glanced back over at him after her bodily temperature had returned to normal and the second she saw him look up; the very instant she automatically drank in his features once more, her flush came back full force, the heated area from her core moving south instead of north this time around.
"OW! What the hell was that for?"
Impossibly, she calmed herself almost immediately, facing him with her steeled resolve once more. "I've no idea what you speak of." He gawped and opened his mouth to retort and then seemed to rethink his choice of action. "Let's just go report back to the Princess."
(Hyrule Castle)
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, SHE'S GONE?!"
The knight flinched at Impa's raised tone, her shout deafening him for but a moment. Her angered expression told him he didn't have very little time to explain. With that thought in mind, he did so very quickly. "S-she came back to the c-castle and went straight up to her quarters. A-after some time, it became unsettlingly quiet s-so one of us", he gestured to the group of his fellow knights beside him. "went to go check on her and found that she was gone without a trace." He finished stuttering as the elf's expression calmed, her dark eyes staring him down.
Nakaru closed his eyes and flared Sage Mode, not enough to discolor his eyelids and garner attention, but, just enough so his sensory ability's range would widen. He would've used a pinch of Kurama's chakra, but she could only sense negative emotions and there were way too many entities with them to count, seeing as they were in the middle of a war at the moment. That familiar energy signature he'd saved within the back of his mind when the princess had called him to the throne room that afternoon blasted into existence, it's magnificent radiance blotting out all else nearby. The energy was moving, he noticed, in the direction of some underground cavern.
He couldn't remember it's name, but, he knew that's where Zelda was headed.
He opened his eyes to see more soldiers than before standing tall and pushing past him. He glanced off the side to see Impa turned, watching them. "Umm, Impa?" She turned to look at him. She'd have yelled at him to get in line with the rest of the men had he not saved her and displayed such a unique skillset on the battlefield. That made him an equal, worthy of standing shoulder to shoulder with her. But, know that she knew he possessed the Tri-Force of Courage, she doubted she'd be able to stand above him any longer. So, here he stood, garbed in some strange attire she'd never seen, talking to her casually.
"Where are they going?"
She almost fell outright. The high-ranking elf had explained their battle plan several times over to entire castle! It was as if he were in some kind of trance! Had he not heard a single word?! Regardless of the incredulity of it all, she calmed herself and spoke respectfully to the Hero of Legend. "We're moving out to the Eldin Caves. Stopping this new evil's advancement over our lands is top priority now." Impa watched as surprise flitted across his features for but a moment as his gaze wandered over to the direction of said caves, a contemplative expression taking hold of him.
"What a coincidence, huh?"
The Uzumaki almost jumped at the sudden sound of Yin's voice in the back of his head.
Just a bit.
His attention fled from the biju's subsequent giggling and back to the grey-skinned maiden dressed in vague kunoichi attire. "So, I guess we're off then?" She nodded just as another squadron marched up to them, pulling two horses for them. The carrot top immediately waved them off, even as Impa mounted her method of transportation. "Don't worry about it." He flashed the girl a toothy grin. "I don't need one." She watched him, along with every knight in the immediate area, slide into a stance that was somewhat akin to that of a track runner. Suddenly, and without any indication, he was gone, zooming through the plains and toward theor destination as nothing more than a colorless blur. The subsequent shockwave that followed floored some of the Hyrulian Knights, indicating he'd broken the sound barrier with no help from any form of transportation.
She gaped.
'There might not BE any enemies left by the time we get there.'
