I don't; own Naruto
I don't; own Naruto
A Blade In The Mist Chapter- oh F I forget the chapter number- In The Pouring Rain
The swordsman carefully observed his surroundings, taking even the smallest feature into consideration. Most ninja would ignore the simple trees, rocks, birds or if they do acknowledge their existence they instantly dismissed it as if it was nothing. Most looked for chakra patterns, ninjutsu or genjutsu remnants, stray kunai, shuriken, blood droplets or anything out of the usual. Trackers didn't. Trackers took every aspect of the environment as something worthy of studying. In their job nothing was un-important or important, all objects and beings had to be considered of equal relevancy. True to his training, he closed his eyes and tapped the ground three times at an equal pace.
His attention was diverted to his left, a broken cart, no signs of fire on it, it had been rendered useless by a powerful impact. By the way the wood was broken, either a large rock, a tree trunk or a real strong punch/kick. Moisture levels in the air were higher than usual, a lone slash on a tree stood out a little bit too obvious. Also a puddle of water in the middle of the road, right underneath the dense foliage was not the work of mother nature.
Speaking loudly to himself he analyzed what he had found." Some things are clearly out of place here. Someone ambushed a small convoy and took only the food, maps and medical supplies. That would explain the bodies buried about ten feet below me, three kids, their jounin due to his advanced chakra coils, and the civilian they were escorting. The items taken away prove that whoever did this is a runaway, a high level one in terms of strength, in need of supplies, possibly part of a larger group. The damage is centered around this spot and so are the bodies. He erased some of his tracks but was too much in a hurry. It's them alright. They don't know I'm coming or else they would have been more careful. "
The seasoned eagle choose that moment to give out a cry and broke the circle he was moving in until now, going to south/ south-west.
"Why are they choosing that course instead of going to the main front line. Or even stranger, why aren't they returning to their original headquarters. There's nothing down south except for a few scattered rebellious factions, fighting each other, nothing more than crime gangs. Well, I'll just have to get to them before they reach the mountains. My reputation is at stake."
With that last comment he dashed trough the branches at speeds of inhuman level. If anything, his body alone should have been smashed by the G force. An unlucky bird standing in his way got blasted by the impact, it was like a human bullet. ' I hate using this because it makes it impossible to keep my signature hidden but it won't matter if they see me coming or not. I ain't called Thor's Hammer for nothing."
With Naruto
The three shinobi traveled silently through the dense woodland in which they hoped too loose any possible pursuer, given that there even was a pursuer. For a while now the shinobi became bored of taking detours through uncharted woods, traveling mainly on water courses to not leave any smell of footprints. Their prisoner seemed content with taking the hards way and kept silent but his escort- let's just say they weren't renown for their patience. Nevertheless they ventured in another forest. It was an ideal route for staying out of the way of military convoys or patrolling shinobi. There was just one tiny problem…
"Face it , Naruto, we're lost." For the twenty-seventh time that morning the blonde was examining an old map he carried with him, representing the Water Country. From the yellowish color of the paper it was an ancestral drawing, done by either a half blind or a retarded kid. That should have been clear only by the way the towns were represented, in miniature drawings. It was more like a painting for the ' Special' children art show.
"C'mon, we only have to find this large rock over here- he pointed to a place on the map- and we'll be out of here in no time." In fact he was just as tired and annoyed as the Hyuuga but, being the delegated 'navigator' he didn't want to loose his reputation- if he had one.
"Do you see any rock? Huh?! We've already climbed the damn tree ten times and the closest rock is fifty miles away."
"I don't get it, the map clearly shows a rock just where we are standing right now…"
"That looks more like a stain of food. The map is as much help right now as the plan of Tenkyo Imperial Palace." With a groan he punched one of the trees. Normally a shinobi would leave a decent crater on the trunk, but being bred and trained by the clan of Hyuuga, Mizuro despised heavy muscle training. Therefore his action only resulted with a bruise on his knuckles and a mute display of pain that lasted for a few minutes. Naruto looked too tired to laugh and suggested that they call it a day.
In a matter of minutes the tent was up, the area was secured by tags, connected with a string of chakra to Mizuro and all three sat, lotus position, eating their rations of berries, honey- collected in a painful manner- biscuits and dry, salt meat. They could only distinguish day from night by observing the degree of luminosity. The forest was so dense that even sunlight barely reached the soil, through the thick layer of leafs and branches. It was normal protocol that they sleep in the trees but after a very short reckon of the area- and the discovery of some rather large spiders- they settled for a nice, cold, humid , mundane shelter.
With that they went to sleep, forgetting to even place any sentinel, at least a shadow clone. It would prove to be a dangerous choice.
An hour later.
BANG! Naruto shifted from one side to another, no doubt dreaming of a warm, clean bed.
TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA! Half asleep he partially opened his eyes. Nothing unusual… the tent's roof was just colored in a shifting way, with many orange and red figures moving all around…just a mirage from the lack of energy
BOOM!BOOM!BOOM! The sequence o explosions triggered a reflex in his brain, alerting all the senses. In a second he was on his feet and with a flash he disappeared out of the ten and onto a branch high up over the rest. He could now see it clearly as his trained and nurtured eyes got used to the lack of light. It was an air-battle! A bout a dozen planes moved in long elliptic trajectories, or did close turns trying to corner each other. He distinguished the normal Kirigakure emblem on some of them but a couple had another element freshly added- a kunai in the middle of the four symbols of the Mist.
He was too distracted by looking at them, admiring the strange view that they posed, that of wooden and metal birds, to notice that one of them had been hit in the tail and came at him a high velocity. He barely dodged the flaming projectile that was left of the flying machine and watched it go down in a spectacular display of fire and metal. Upon impact it disintegrated into thousands of flaming wood or metal shards. It was only the high humidity of the soil and trees that prevented a full scale fire from starting.
The planes with the old emblem were loosing, that much was clear when three more were shot down and one last one decided to ditch the whole thing and took a course due east. The second group, instead of chasing him, decided to return steering to north-west. In the mean-while, Mizuro and the Kage had awakened as well and were examining the parts of the shot down airplane.
"Hey, old man" the Hyuuga addressed him" do you recognize this serial number OA-5597-KPT?"
"What's with that, Mizuro?"
"This is a special number given solely to one airplane upon assembly. It shows the current owner, series number and the last three letters are the name of it's airbase. So?"
"KPT is an isolated base west of Kirigakure, destined to be a defense center in case of a surprise air-land attack. It has been recently given a squad of it's own, of about twelve planes, but as you see their stock has been reduced a litlle."
"Mizuro" Naruto looked at his companion and away from the piece of wood he was holding" Those other planes head north-west, to the sea. One thing I know about planes is that they need a base somewhere to land and refuel. And if I recall right, there are no such bases from here to the ocean."
"The only ship capable of holding a track on it and carrying airplanes is the 'Stallion'
"What the F is going on?!" the blonds' question remained unanswered.
In another place, at another time.
Uchiha Orama, the academy instructor responsible for the seventh group,or the sighed heavily looking at his student's profiles. It was two in the morning and he still couldn't find a way to place them in well balanced three man squads. Taking another look he tried for the seventy-second time to get it right. One was a skilled in chakra control but wasn't reliable, another had some pretty advanced ninjitsu in his arsenal but no discipline and not even a bit of tactic sense. The last, well, he had a summoning contract already and some techniques on the border between Kinjutsu and Ninjutsu. He tended to emanate a lot of killing intent, being a liability rather than a reliable comrade.
He leaned closer to his desk in frustration as his head began to ache.
'Damn brats...why couldn't they just fail the exam...but then they would just stay on my nerves another year'
The teacher just sighed again the ones he referred to were on other than the most annoying students the academy would ever produce. The head of all pranks ,the anger-issued and the semi-psycho. And he had been stuck with them. They were the ones unbalancing the other teams due mostly to their personality and the way they acted upon an order. They were just a huge burden. Talented but with so many flaws in behavior that none could ever work with tehm
But then again why not place them in the same team. t would be unusual but it would give others the chance to pass the real test and maybe with a little bit of luck they would be sent away to another instructor after they fail.
'And I've got just the right guy for them'
Finally being done he moved towards his bedroom and crashing into his beed He was asleep before he even landed
THE NEXT DAY
The Konoha Ninja Academy was as always a lively place filled with young ninja hopefuls running around shouting incoherent things and chuunin teachers desperately trying and not succeeding at all to control their students.
The building was made of four main levels-the first one was for newly admitted pupils, the second with kids in the middle stage of training( that was for those between eight and ten years old) the third level for students in their last year (eleven and twelve years old) and the training area for taijutsu or low-level nijutsu. Academy students weren't taught any genjustu because of the complexity and chakra control necessary but it gave fairly good advice about them.
As I was saying the third level was for those in their last year. It detained eight class-room. The purpose of this story though resides in the seventh, corresponding to the 'seventh group'' belonging to Orama-sensei.
Unlike the rest of the school, even the rest of the third level classes, this one was quiet enough to bore the dead. The reason for this discipline didn't come from the inhabitant's good manners but rather from their fear. You see my dear readers in this group one of the students managed to scare the 'shit' out of the rest without even desiring to do so.
He was a pale skinned boy, with black long hair, yellow slited eyes and a white robe .The robe had on it's margins a green portion decorated with a strange symbols replicated again and again. The symbol was that of three commas pointed to a common spot-sort of like the Sharingan commas. The boy was named Orochimaru and as his name suggests it he was very fond of snakes. That combined with the rumors that he killed a student two years ago and his not so cheerful personality made his colleagues shiver in fear. Almoust all of them.
One that didn't fear Orochimaru at all was a blond girl with brown eyes and a blue robe named Tsunade .She was the granddaughter of the First Hokage, still she didn't ever show any sign of the Senjuu clan bloodline, leading people to believe she had bean adopted .Her personality was far different from her grandfather-a kind and warm man .She was crazy in all the meanings this word ever had. She could be angered by one thing today and enjoy it tomorrow. She also was known for her explosive personality- like when she sticked tags all over the school.
Another one that didn't fear ,or better said didn't care about Orochimaru was Jiraya. Why didn't he care. Because he was always busy pulling pranks on teachers to notice him .He had blue eyes and an unusual white spiky hair .He wore a grey robe with red on the margins. In his entire school period he had made the staff chase after him more than twice a month, earning him what many shinobi got after years of practice- a 'nickname'- . He was called ' The Super-a-h'.
These three were the dread of all teachers. The entire staff thanked the gods that they passed the exams an hopped they would actually become genins or else...
Today was no different from other days only that it was the team announcing day. Today they would find out who would they work and spend a good part of their lives with a fellow shinobi of Konoha. Today their destiny would be sealed. Today...
(Jiraya throws a kunai at me-"Shut the up already they got it- that pierces my left leg.I show Jiraya the finger and tell him something about his mom)
As I was saying the newly promoted students awaited their teacher impatiently. By that I mean they were merely shifting their weight on the chairs quietly.
At twelve sharp Orama-sensei showed up in class and began the boring and stupid speech:
"Bla bla bla" one hour passes "bla bla" another hour and then finally the magic words are heard.
"Now lets's begin the team repartition. He slowly went trough six teams and reaching the seventh he gulped.
"Team seven will be composed of Yugato Orochimaru Koichi Tsunade and Kotaru Jiraya." Silence, ike a cemetery, like they have been told they would be forced to commit seppuku on the spot. Was their sensei suicidal or what?
"FUCK NO!"
"YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME YOU SEXIST BASTARD"
GLARE AND KILLING INTENT FROM THE THIRD ONE-
Konoha was in for the ride of it's life. Uchiha Orama had just opened Pandoras' box, or more like smashed it to a wall.
End!
Past mixes with present and future, characters change, enemies lurk in the shadows. Next on ' WoF: TPIC' – Conspiracy of the cherry blossom- Review or else the next update will be on Christmas Eve, 2009. Not joking, I'm tired of writing for ungrateful people, -sorry for those who did review-. You add it to your 'favorite story' list or 'story alert' but after reading it you just close the window and go on. I'm sick of this!