Naruto: Legacy of the Rasengan

By: Tellemicus Sundance

Chapter 4The Ultimate Jutsu

Almost six years have passed since Uzumaki Naruto, unofficial demon of the Leaf village, entered the Shinobi Academy. The village has had a number of pranksters in the past but none would probably ever be as infamous as Naruto. He pulled pranks as a means of petty vengeance, to relieve boredom, or to brighten an occasionally bad day. In short, almost everyone has been a victim of his.

Today, the terrible prankster stood in the middle of a wooded area. Carefully checking that he was alone, he smiled. Years of pulling pranks in village dominated by large numbers of shinobi had forced him to adapt and develop skills that he probably wouldn't have acquired for some time. Like to sense when a person was nearby, even though their hidden, and to notice in the slightest change of wind any new scents it carried. In all, he was gifted with sensory abilities of such thoroughness that they put most Jounins to shame.

Going through the necessary handseals, he engaged his first attempt at creating his own jutsu. His original inspiration for it came from a simple henge. If shinobi were meant to be spies, then he should create a super-cool henge that would be the ultimate spying ability. So he spent some time observing older shinobi and what he found disgusted him. Most shinobi were males, and near all of them were perverts! That ruled out the choice of what sex the henge would appear as.

He started practicing with normal henges. The first ones merely gave him more feminine features and a pair of pigtails. That was the easy part. Then he tried to make the henge a bit more scantily clad, wearing only her undergarments. For some reason, he could tell it was far from perfect.

Dropping the henge after another failed attempt, he sat down to ponder what was wrong. He knew what the ultimate goal of this jutsu was to be, perverted as it was. He knew it had to be completely perfect for it to work successfully. So far he could get the shape of the arms, legs, and face. But because he didn't knew what a truly nude girl looked like--

"That's it!" he cried out, jumping to his feet.

He left his training area behind in a blur. It took only a short run before he was back in Konoha. His destination was the nearest bookstore, since he wouldn't demean himself to peep like a pervert. Silently slipping past the drowsy man, Naruto found his needed 'research material.'

Chuckles broke out of his throat as he mesmerized the shapes, curves, and angles of the women in the magazine. Oh, he hated perverts but it would be so much fun to see their reactions to this jutsu.

"Get out of my store, Naruto," a voice filled with menace growled from behind and above him. Flinching at getting caught, the boy glanced nervously behind him. The expression on the once-sleepy man's face promised immediate and painful retaliation should he not comply with the demands.


I need a sparring partner, he thought moodily.

He had just spent the last three hours honing his accuracy with kunai and shuriken, then alternating between his taijutsu and ninjutsu. While his form was nearly perfect, the lack of a decent or superior partner was preventing him from reaching new heights.

The only thing he wanted was to kill his—no, he wouldn't even consider that man any relation to himself—that man who had so easily destroyed his life and clan. For his vengeance, he needed far more power. For that, he needed a partner.

Having grown irritated with his solo practice, Uchiha Sasuke left his training field. At first he merely walked through the streets of Konoha, looking for something that could 'entertain' him enough to get his inspiration to train back up while avoiding that ridiculous 'fan-club' he'd somehow acquired.

He almost wished that blonde baka would make a random appearance. What that dobe seemed to possess was an uncanny ability to both piss him off while giving his ego a good boost.

As if Sasuke had performed Kuchiyose no Jutsu, the blonde appeared on the street at his feet after having been thrown out of the door of a bookstore. Naruto had what looked like a growing bruise on his right eye.

"Don't let me catch you in my store again, Uzumaki!" a man growled dangerously from inside the store that Naruto had made a rather ungraceful exit from. Not waiting for a reply, the man slammed the door shut.

"When I become Hokage, I'm gonna cook your ass over a slow fire, teme," the blonde growled moodily, more to himself than anyone else.

"Hn," Sasuke smirked conceitedly, which drew Naruto's attention. "The day you become a Kage will be a sad day indeed."

"Shut up, Sasuke-teme!" Naruto yelled as he bounced to his feet.

"A dobe will never be anything other than a dobe, baka," Sasuke said as he started to walk away. He knew he was pushing Naruto's buttons, but he was bored.

Clenching his jaw and fists tightly, Naruto tried to think up a comeback but as usual Sasuke seemed to be leaving him in the dust. If there was one thing that he truly couldn't stand, it was Sasuke's superiority complex with him. Perverts, the unyielding villagers' hatred of him, and his frustration at not completing his own jutsu all took the backseat when the last Uchiha was involved.

As the Uchiha was strutting away, Naruto lost his temper. Dashing for the unprotected boy's back with all the speed he could muster, he let an angry roar of "I'M GONNA CRUSH YOU, TEME!"

Sasuke hardly moved until Naruto was nearly on top of him. Then, faster than Naruto could react, Sasuke ducked under the punch as he swept his leg back. This resulted in Naruto being tripped and, with his momentum built up to its maximum, was sent tumbling down the street a short ways.

After reorienting himself for a second, Naruto was charging Sasuke again. His fist nearly touched the dark-haired boy as he sailed in again. Merely shifting his weight, his knee came up and into the blonde's gut. Withdrawing, Sasuke spun on his anchored heel and he sent Naruto flying through the air with a sweeping kick.

This kick sent the blonde crashing through the window of a store. The stoic mask slipped slightly as he heard the surprised, then furious yells of the customers and employees inside as Naruto futilely tried to apologize and escape.

Deciding he had sufficiently inflated his pride for the moment, he walked away. Behind him, he heard Naruto get thrown back out into the street; across from the store he'd made a similar exit from with a growing bruise around the other eye as well.


He was in a very foul mood, so he spared no prisoners on his little battlefield. Slurping up the remainder of the ramen, he placed the bowl on the rather high stack of the dozen already consumed bowls. The pile promised to continue climbing as he hollered for another.

As he waited for his miso ramen to arrive, he took up a slightly disheveled scroll from the side. On it were the instructions for the different uses of chakra and how to manipulate it. Scribbled along the edges of the scroll were notes he'd written.

After finally completing his first jutsu, he started on plans for his second. It took him many hours of secretive researching, stress, and one dumb cat chasing a ball for him to finally get an idea.

What he needed was a much more detailed description for chakra usage and control. But the academy just didn't have what he was looking for. Even though he'd begged and pleaded until he was blue in the face, he couldn't wrestle the information out of Iruka-sensei who'd finally started to treat him a bit more humanely. Iruka claimed that if Naruto couldn't get the basics of the basics completely, then he most certainly couldn't do the more advanced practices.

Next Naruto took his complaints to the old man, but Sandaime seemed to agree with Iruka. Naruto's frustration at getting denied by the people he most respected was taking him to a breaking point and the only other alternative that he really didn't want to do.

Just as he seemed ready to commit theft, the scroll appeared. He'd opened his apartment door one morning as he was rushing to the academy and slipped on it. Though there was no one in sight, he could faintly smell the lingering scent of lilacs. Naruto was so happy that the scroll held all the information that he needed that he made no attempt to pay attention in class that day, instead focusing on reading the scroll.

Now that he had it, what kind of jutsu would he make? Of the basic elements that most jutsus were derived from, he couldn't make up his mind between fire or electricity. As he pondered this dilemma, he began to absentmindedly start stirring his ramen slowly.

What he wanted was a jutsu that could do a lot of damage in an instant. Now he reasoned that a stabbing jutsu could easily live up to that condition, but the though of shoving his arm through a person's body didn't sit too well with his stomach.

Sighing in defeat, he glanced down at his bowl. The noodles were tangled around his chopsticks in a spiral pattern while the soup swirled around, giving the ramen a distinctive spinning motion. Swirling…spinning…drilling!

An excited cry of victory tore itself from Naruto. The answer was simple. A drilling jutsu could do the most damage, especially if it spread out once inside enemy's body! Now he just needed to find a technique that would teach him how to spin chakra. As this thought was forming in his mind, he discovered the answer to it almost simultaneously.

Ramen had all answers.

WATER! With water he could feel the chakra moving and feel how well it was working. But he couldn't hold water, obviously, so he'd need a water balloon to get started. First, he'd need to learn how to spin the water inside the balloon at great speeds. Then, because it was an expanding 'drill' so to say, he'd need to somehow destroy the balloon. As to how he could do this, he wasn't sure but he decided to cross that bridge when he came to it.

Quickly finishing and paying for his meal, he left. Stuffing the scroll into the pouch he wore on his belt on his new orange jumpsuit, he raced off to the nearest store he could find. Ignoring the icy glares the adults shot him, he grabbed a whole handful of balloons from the jar by the cash register. As usual, he was forced to pay a horrendously inflated price, even for balloons!

Racing out of the door, Naruto had every intention of running off to his secret training area. But he ran face-first into an unyielding wall of muscle. From his new position on the ground, surrounded by his new balloons, he glared hotly up into two pairs of cold white eyes.


Cold eyes watched the confrontation between the Hyuuga clan members and the bane of Konoha. The man wore merely a simple chuunin flak jacket and the normal shinobi accessories. His face was bland with no distinguishing features.

He watched disdainfully as the Hyuuga snarled at the boy. As they got into a heated battle of wits and words, the man couldn't help but question the level of intelligence of the villagers. Why couldn't they see that there was a large and rather obvious difference between a loud, attention-starved, child and the incomprehensible, bloodthirsty Kyuubi? Oh well, at least this dark life had the potential to make him stronger.

That would make his job more interesting in the long run.

Smirking, the man left the scene as one of theHyuuga used the Hakke Rokujuuyon Sho on the loud blonde as it seemed he'd gotten the better of the two verbally. The boy's loud and rather colorful curses escorted him out of the village. The man's smirk didn't fade, not even after he dropped the three-layered henge. His blood-red eyes seemed to glow in anticipation.

Only a little while longer, he thought relatively gleefully. Then, we'll be ready.


He'd only come into this section of town twice that he could remember. The first had been when he'd gotten lost on his way to the Shinobi Academy on his first day oh so long ago. The second had been only a few days afterward, when he'd tried to come and play with Hinata-chan. But he'd been more than unpleasantly threatened (or as they said, promised) many gruesome and painful experiences should he return to their area again.

Since then, he'd avoided the section like the plague. Those white-eyed bastards were all over the place here. That was because their clan compound seemed to be located here. He disliked them very much because of the look of superiority all of them seemed to share.

All of them were uptight, arrogant bastards who really needed to be brought back down to earth. So he now considered it his sworn duty to do just that. It was high time that they learned that they weren't all-powerful. That was the reason why he was here now in the dead of night, revenge: Naruto style.

After the Hyuuga closed his tenketsu points, he had hurried off to his apartment to rest. For some reason that he couldn't understand when he tried to do his chakra molding exercises, he couldn't bring it out. It was like it was being blocked off or something. As he futilely tried to access his chakra, a brilliant idea had formed in his mind.

Using his considerable stealth to the absolute best of his ability, he snuck inside the Hyuuga compound. Then, from one building to another, he raided their homes. Though he was extremely careful what he took, only the most humiliating of things that he could. He had once heard of the abilities of the legendary Byakugan; to see through things, to see people's inner chakra coils, and nearly three-sixty degrees of vision. So if he made even the slightest noise (a board creak, a sneeze, even breathing too loud) he knew he'd be in a world of pain.

He would immediately henge into a section of the floor or a rug if he heard the slightest sound or smelled something out of place. This paranoia proved invaluable as he almost was caught by a drowsy guard who was making his hourly routine.

It took him more than three hours to finish his goal, but it was worth it in his eyes. One of the last rooms he slipped into his nose was embraced by a familiar and comforting scent. It was the smell of flowers, or more specifically lilacs. A smell he'd come to associate with only one person.

Hinata-chan? He could see her sleeping on her bed, wrapped up snugly in her bed covers. Her face was relaxed and peaceful. It held not trace of a blush he'd always seen on her or the timid persona she possessed. Though he had always kind of thought of her as a weird, dark, and shy girl, this new Hinata seemed…

Shaking his head to get his mind back on the plan, he took a deep breath and sighed. One last glance at the sleeping girl stole his resolve. He couldn't do it to her. She was just too kind to him and everyone else to have something like what he had in mind to happen to her.

He shot her a rueful grin s he backed out of the room.


Only one word could be used to describe the Village Hidden in the Leaves the next morning: chaotic. Scattered throughout the Leaf village was the nearly the entire Hyuuga clan's clothing and undergarments. They were thrown about the streets, in alleyways, on top of buildings, and even hanging mockingly in trees.

While the villagers and Hyuuga clan were busy trying to handle the situation, most of the shinobi populace was chasing a near-hyperventilating prankster from one side of Konoha to the other and back. If they weren't busy from collecting their clothing, the Hyuuga would've most assuredly thrown a lot more than glares at the blonde as he passed them.

Finally with nearly four full squads of Chuunin, Jounin, and ANBU surrounding him, Naruto was cornered. He was on his hands and knees, struggling to breathe. But his short of breath didn't come from the rigorous chase and escape he'd just been in.

"How could you do that to the Hyuuga clan, Naruto?" snapped an aggravated Chuunin dangerously.

"Because their fucking bastards, baka!" he shot back. Unsteadily, he climbed to his feet with his infamous foxy grin.

"That maybe so," a Jounin said to his side. "But that doesn't justify your actions."

"Uzumaki," an ANBU said with a clear order in his voice. "You're going to the Sandaime, now come quietly and your punishment be reduced."

"NO WAY!" Naruto yelled, his foxy grin widened noticeably. It automatically put the shinobi on edge. This was the perfect time, he realized, to test his first original jutsu. "I haven't tested my first jutsu! You'll love it!"

Forming the o-hitsuji seal, his grin covered his face. Enveloped in his chakra, he cried out, "Oiroke no Jutsu!"

In a burst of smoke, the most beautiful blonde girl they'd ever seen appeared. She had slender limbs, a pair of long ponytails, dazzling blue eyes, and her whisker marks just added a seductiveness to her that made her seem to just be dripping with sexiness.

But what really caught their attentions was the fact that she was totally nude before them and didn't seem to mind showing off her rather substantial assets.

They were NOT expecting this.

Thus, since all the shinobi were males, no one was there to stop the blonde boy when he took off again. This time, there was no mistaking the loud, irritating laughter that echoed across the village for the rest of the morning.


(Author's Note) HAHA! Didn't I tell you? TWICE AS LONG! Although I don't think I can keep it up, the next chapter is undergoing heavy renivations so I have no idea when I'll be posting it. But please hang in there.

Can anyone tell me what they thought of Sasuke? I have very little experience with characters like him, so please forgive me if he doesn't live up to your expectations.

Next time: the academy exams are finally here. Are things going to be different, or is history going to repeat itself?