Shutsugen no Mahoutsukai

By: bigo4190

Disclaimer: I don't own either Harry Potter or Naruto; those belong to J.K. Rowling and Masashi Kishimoto respectively. What I chose to do with those characters is my only contribution, save for a few easily spotted other characters.

"Blah" – Regular Speech
'Blah' – Thoughts
Blah – Flashback, thoughts and speech are represented as above, with the underline added.
"Blah" – Jutsu
"Blah" - Spell

A.N. - I do plan to use some Japanese Romaji, if it's not quite right, deal with it.

Also note that this story, since it is more if a prequel than anything else, does not feature many of the usual characters from either story, though they show up towards the end.

Chapter 4


Though he had dreamed of his return for the last 13 years, the now 30 year old found that the day he decided to leave, he was doing so with a very heavy heart. He was leaving behind very good friends, only to go to a place where many wanted him dead. But being a Shinobi was in his blood, and he only hoped that his skills had not rusted to terribly without true combat experience in a long time.

Soon after activating his talisman, he found himself standing outside a small inn, in fact the very inn that he had bought the first talisman that sent him to the wizarding world. So, with a quick glance to make sure he may still be presentable in a public establishment, Sentsu walked inside. He calmly walked over to the only table with any open seats, off in the corner, with one man who, while getting on in years, radiated a sense of danger. "May I sit?"

The man eyed Sentsu for a moment, and nodded as his eyes passed over the hilts of Sentsu swords where they were visible on his belt. "Certainly, always happy to speak to a swordsman. Tell me, do you carry those merely for show, or are you skilled with them?"

"I have a small talent with them, though not as much as I would like; luckily I have other skills to fall back upon if they fail me." The man looks at him again, searching him with more focused eyes than before.

"Shinobi? For I see no Hitai-ite to mark your status."

"Nuke-nin. I discovered that I was deceived over a matter of great importance. And I have other skills that may be useful, though I have not had an opportunity to test them in high level combat."

The man gave another questioning look, before a feral grin spread across his face. "Well, I may be able to help with some of that. I could at least see if you have the skill you believe with that sword." With that, the man stood, and then proceeded to pull a large sword out from where it had been laying in the shadows beside him.


The two quickly made their way into a clearing in the woods, so they would remain unobserved by others. As Sentsu slid into a ready stance, blades still not drawn, the other man observed him. "Hm. I don't recognize that form, but I can see that it has merit. But tell me, what good will the swords do you both upon that side—I do not see how you could draw the second sword with your left hand, unless it is far shorter than its sheath."

"Perhaps I should show you." And without another word, Sentsu pulled the blades from their sheaths. The other man watched, shocked as the blade flowed through the hilt of the sword in Sentsu's left hand, forming again so he held a perfectly usable sword once more—The entire process had taken far less than a second, certainly not long enough to be a lethal detriment in combat.

"An Uzumaki from Kumo. Yes, that would explain some things—you must be their rogue, the one who survived the massacre. Were have you been that you completely disappeared of the map. The hunter-nin don't even bother looking for you anymore. You're presumed dead. Personally, I could care less, you seem a decent sort, and something always seemed off about the massacre of your clan."

"You would be right, it was staged by the Raikage, I was spared to become his personal weapon, but some people had loose mouths. But I though we came here to spar; attack me, or I shall." Another moment passed, and then on an invisible signal, both men charged into battle. It was proof both of the man's immense skill that, though Sentsu was actually shockingly skilled with his swords, the man easily held him off with a much larger and unwieldy sword.

Without warning, the man leapt back from their clash, and without so much as another motion, a copy of the man rose out of the water. Sentsu narrows his eyes, "It seems that I am not the only one who does not display his former allegiance so obviously."

"I merely allow my sword to speak for itself." With those words, light flashed of the blade, revealing a design that Sentsu had up to this point missed on the flat of the blade.

"A Kiri-nin, which would explain your proficency with that blade. It seems now is the time to reveal my last remaining weapon. As quickly as he had drawn them, the swords were returned to their sheaths, and Sentsu pulled something from it resting place on his back.

The man looks at him strangely. "You think a small baton will serve you better than your twin swords, especially now when there are two of me." But even as he finishes the statement, he knows he is missing something—the smirk on Sentsu's face is only an added assurance. Shock turns to awe when the baton suddenly glows before emitting a perfectly formed Nodachi blade made solely of electricity; and awe turns to the beginnings of fear as the air seems to crackle with a charge of lightning before suddenly a perfect copy of Sentsu stands at his side, an identical sword held in the same manner. "You truly are a former Kumo-nin, to so effortlessly use lightning in the manner you do when none is naturally available. I believe I am correct in saying that like my Mizu Bunshin, your Rai Bunshin is incapable of being more than 100 feet from you, and has only a fraction–1/8 in your jutsu's case I believe–of the chakra that you do?"

"Good memory. You may also remember that according to simple physics, your clone will be extremely weak to my sword, the water that forms his body conducting the lightning of my sword—and my clone's." Then, as suddenly as the clones had appeared, all four figures in the clearing disappeared.

The high-speed combat only lasted a brief moment, before the figures reappeared. However, the clones both suddenly fell apart, dissolving into a puddle of water and a shower of sparks respectively, and then Sentsu doubled over, clutching his stomach where a bruise was quickly forming. The mysterious man looked on in apparent disinterest, though the small twitch at the corner of his mouth–and the sudden spikiness of his white hair–proved that he had not been completely unchallenged in the fight. After a pause filled only by Sentsu's gasps for breath, the man spoke, "You could certainly improve, but I am… shocked… at how well you wield your weapons. I'm going to be in the area for a while, perhaps we should continue to train together. The world always needs sword-masters, and you are quite close."

After drawing one more shaky breath, Sentsu stood and addressed the man, "I would be honored, though I may regret it if thing continue the way they have."


It was several months later, after the man had continued to stretch his 'a while' to unbelievable lengths, he finally said something different at the end of their evening training session. "So, Sentsu, it's been several months that we have trained together, and I have nothing more to teach you. Your sword technique is on par with what mine was in my prime; you have expanded your repertoire of jutsu to include several of my water techniques, adding variety to your arsenal, and allowing for interesting combos; and finally, you have shown me the power of your mahoujutsu, and I am most impressed with them.

"I am honored by your praise, Sensei."

"I am no longer your sensei, Sentsu, merely a man. Call me by my given name, Nyorobon Goriki."

"Y-you are the leader of," before Sentsu could finish his statement, Goriki cut him off.

"No, I was the leader, by now it's probably that Hoshigaki. Now that you are trained, you are to be my replacement in their numbers." With that, Goriki pulled out several scrolls. One bore the official seal of Kirigakure, the other a plain seal. Biting his thumb, Goriki swiped blood across the official scroll, and in a puff of smoke, three objects appeared. One was a Hitai-ite of exquisite quality; a deep black plate only reflective where the symbol of Kiri had been engraved, and a deep blue-gray cloth that shimmered in the light like the surface of a turbulent ocean. The other objects were more scrolls: one also sealed with the official seal, the other unsealed. "My time has passed, and since I would have no member of Kirigakure as a student, the Mizukage sent me to seek one who would replace me. The Hitai-ite is the mark of a welcomed outsider: one who has been accepted as an equal in Kiri, though not a member of the ninja forces. Combined with the official summons from the Mizukage," here he gestured to the sealed scroll that had been in the first unsealed scroll, "will grant you entrance to our walls, and an audience with the Mizukage. Finally there is the storage scroll, into which you are to seal my blade. Now, now, don't look so shocked. My time as a warrior is over, and I have retired from the forces of Kiri, and thus can bare nothing with their mark. The sword is yours to keep, take could care of it and remember me."

"I will S-Goriki-sama."

Shaking his head at Sentsu continued deference, Goriki continued. "This other storage scroll contains a few letters: one for you, one for the other swordsmen, one for one of them–Momochi Zabuza– in particular, and finally, one for my daughter–Rujura. Now, I am an old man, and I shall retire peacefully into the country–a gift most Shinobi are unable to attain or appreciate."

"I shall do my best, in order to honor your memory Sensei. And while I am glad to be on the way to being an active Shinobi once more, I am apprehensive about the Kiri from the stories you have told me."

"Nowhere is perfect, Sentsu, and Kiri has many faults, but I think you will do well there."

The two wrapped up their goodbyes in time, and went their separate ways: Goriki to explore the continent, looking for the place to settle down; and Sentsu to the harbor, bound for Mizu no Kuni and Kirigakure.