What its like to be on both sides
By:
Uzumaki-taichou
Disclaimer: I don't any of the things that might be from Naruto, Bleach, or
Samurai7 or … I wish I owned them though 'cuz that'll be sick.
Chapter 1
Back from the Dead
It was a very gloomy day in Konoha. For a whole month now, rain kept a steady downpour on the village and today seemed to rain the hardest. The weather seemed to tell a lot of what today was and rain was seemed the most appropriate weather. Today was the day the Yondaime Hokage died; the same day his son was murdered at the age of six. It's been 6 years since then. Six years since the whole village went on rampage and shed the blood of the last Kazama— Uzumaki Arashi's son. It was chaotic. Konoha became a place far from what it was today.
As the rain kept falling, a hooded figure slowly approached the gates. He wore an all black cloak with silver linings at the seams and on his back was a sword that was dark as coal. The sword itself was broad and was easily the same height as himself. The sword was held in place with a very unique strap that seemed to have a few extra slots to hold more things.
As he closed onto the village gates, he noticed that his vision blurred for a second. 'Genjutsu,' he thought. He focused his senses on trying to detect chakra suppression anywhere near him and found one on a nearby tree branch. He quickly blurred out of vision and reappeared holding down a woman with black hair and red eyes.
"Yuhhi Kurenai…Genjutsu Specialist…I need to speak to your Hokage…you smell nice by the way…strawberries with a hint of mint."
Kurenai blushed from the compliment but tried to break free from the hold but to no avail. She dispelled the genjutsu knowing full well keeping it active would be a waste of chakra since she was caught. The hooded figure felt someone approach him from behind and was prepared to disable the person but decided to humor the aggressor.
"Sarutobi Asuma…1 of the 12 Protectors of Fire Country…son of the Sandaime Hokage," he spoke as a knife of some sort was being pressed to his neck. The figure smirked from under his hood and threw Kurenai towards the falling rain and at the same time grabbing the hand with the knife and flinging him forward to a nearby rock. He quickly caught the now falling Kurenai and placing her down on a tree branch. The man felt someone approaching at a rapid pace to his left and quickly leaped back to avoid a roundhouse kick to his head. He saw bowl-cut hair and green spandex suit and immediately identified him.
"Maito Gai…Taijutsu Specialist…Can I ask a question? Is this really how you treat guests of your village or am I just special?"
"Only people with high amounts of chakra oozing out of their body and carry a little too much spring time of you!"
He narrowly avoided a leg sweep by leaping away again but found himself with a katana menacingly being held just below his jaw. He looked towards his left and remembered hearing about this person in his spy network.
"Gecko Hayate…Kenjutsu specialist and former ANBU… nice sword you have there but a bit too small for my taste."
With that being said, the man exploded into a cloud of smoke, a barrage of 8 blades hurling straight at them out of the smoke. They quickly leaped away from the swords path, afraid of getting impaled by them all to a tree, all the while thinking 'when and how the hell did he do that?'
The hooded figure watched amusedly from his hiding spot as the group regrouped and began formulating plans as to how to subdue him when he noticed someone watching in the distance. He tried to get a better look at the person but he disappeared a second later. Not putting anymore thought to this he returned to watch the group scan the area for him. Through his amusement of watching them scurrying around like mice, he failed to notice someone sneaking up on him and placing a kunai at his neck.
"Ah…the great Sharingan Hatake Kakashi…Copy Ninja is what others call you I believe. As much as I like you people placing dangerous things on my neck I really must cut this short. So…" Out of nowhere a gust of wind blew back the Copy Ninja towards the dark clouds, surprise apparent on his face or what was at least visible. The man immediately followed through by drawing his now different looking sword, eight holes in the middle that looked like slots, and went after Kakashi. The blades that soared through the forest shot out to the sky and to moved towards a now growing chakra emitting from the man's body.
Asuma, Kurenai, Hayate, and Gai stood rooted to their spots, becoming soaked from the rain and a mix of shock and fear apparent on their faces from the chakra they were sensing right now. Kakashi, on the other hand, was scared. Scared wasn't even the word right word to describe what he was feeling. He only felt this type of chakra once in his life— the day his sensei died. He watched as the figure soared through the sky towards him with 8 blades spinning around him in a clock-wise manner and also noticed that the blades seemed to be controlled via chakra strings.
As the hooded figure was about to swipe at Kakashi, a wall of mud rose from the ground and blocked the 9 swords that were about to cut him up. Looking below. He saw and old man wearing kage robes anda hat bearing the kanji of fire on the front. The man smiled under his hood. It had been a very long time since he saw the old man and forgot exactly what he looked like this past six years.
"Sandaime Hokage…also known as The Professor due to his affinity to all the elements. I was wondering if you were the one I saw earlier."
The hokage looked at the man and spoke, "I have 3 questions for you: who are you, why are you here, and how do you have this type of power? The one who held this power died six years ago."
"Man, your fun at all…I'm here because I have information concerning one of your students, more specifically the medic of the bunch. That's all I can say in our current environment. As to who I am and other unimportant information, I'll tell you if you can beat me."
The Sandaime looked at the man in front of him, discern who he is as well as analyzing his skills. So far he has only seen a little bit of everything but not much to go by. 'Best not to let my guard down,' he thought. The two shinobis stood there unmoving, watching and waiting on who will initiate first. They stood there for what felt like hours till the old man felt that he should just start things off and see what happens. The Hokage began a sequence of complicated seals in rapid succession before announcing, "Doton: Doryuudan (Mud Dragon Cannon)." A dragon made of mud rose from the ground and shot a stream of mud towards the man. The figure mirked and began his complicated set of seals and yelled," Hyouton: Hyouryuudan (Ice Dragon Cannon)." A stream of ice shot out of the ice dragon's mouth and crashed with the oncoming mud blast, freezing the mud blast on contact as well as the mud wall that protected Kakashi.
As soon as both jutsus ended, a foot landed on the back of the figure's head, sending him flying through the ice formation formed as a result of the jutsus, collapsing the structure and shattering it to a million pieces. What little sunlight they had, a rainbow like effect began to shimmer from the millions of ice pieces forming a somewhat skewed rainbow. The Hokage saw the swords that fell from the wall onto the ground and immediately sealed of the area surrounding them, a seal appearing on one of his arms. He was about to head over to where the man flew when indescribable pain shot through his stomach. He looked down and saw a fist pushing against his body, chakra surrounding the fist before suddenly exploding, sending him flying. Sandaime quickly recovered from the blow, a little shocked at what had transpired. He was amazed that this man could perform a technique that required perfect chakra control like Tsunade who is the only person able to do it out of the Three Legendary Sannin. He looked at the man standing a few feet away from where he was, a grin visible from under his hood.
"How did you—"
"I do that?" the man replied. "Simple really. The concept of releasing chakra at the point of contact is pretty easy to understand but to actually do it is another thing. Took me about a month to perfect it. Such a hassle to learn but definitely has benefits at the end. So how about we end this because I'm kind of tired from my trip."
The Hokage watched intently as the man before him raised his hands to the air. He watched as chakra began to crackle from around his hand. He felt a tingling sensation coming from his arm and noticed that the seal on it was beginning to fade. He turned to where the swords rested and was shocked to see the inside of the area being covered with red, crackling chakra emitting from the swords sealed inside. Suddenly, a sharp pain rose from his arm and fell on both knees from the pain. The hokage looked at the man standing a few feet away from him, rain drops no even making contact with his skin as the chakra in the air turn the raindrops falling towards him to gas. He can literally see chakra oozing off his body while the he held the base sword on his right hand and the rest spinning around him.
The Sandaime Hokage could only watch in amazement and fear as the hooded man grabbed one of the swords spinning around him and attached it to the base sword as the two swords became one. A spike of chakra seemed to flow through out the surroundings as one by one the blades were attached to the base blade and each time a burstof chakra leaked out from the sword. 'This man could easily be kage level or maybe even more from what I can see,' thought the old man. Sandaime now realized he was outclassed from the start and the person in front of him was only toying with him. When the last one was attached, the chakra surrounding the man began to dissipate until only faint traces could be found.
Sarutobi continued to watch as the man began to stretch and place the sword into its holster. Confusion was plastered on the old man's face as to what the hell just happened.
'Was all that for show?' he thought.
The man saw the expression on the Hokage's face and decided to finally indulge the man on his earlier inquiry. He approached the old man and stood in front of him and spoke softly," Oji-san, look up at me." The old man looked up to see the hooded figure raise his hands towards his hood and pulled it off. Long, bright, sun-kissed blonde hair with streaks of red spilled out from under the cloak. The blonde mane seemed to float on air was wind swept through the surroundings, blowing rain along with it. Its length easily reached his waist and was tied with a blank, black hitai-ite on the end. The old man's eyes widened to the size of saucers when he looked directly at his face. It was like seeing a ghost. This man looked almost like the deceased 4th Hokage; from the blonde hair to the face-splitting grin he always wore. The only difference would be the red streaks on the hair, the voice and the eyes. He had the most unique eye color he has ever seen; a mixture of the deepest red and the deepest blue except not blending together to form purple and it also seemed to sparkle even in the gloom of rain. The hokage seemed to get back his bearings as he slowly stood up and spoke, "Why didn't you—"
"Finish you? Well for one, if I did, every available shinobi in Konoha would be hunting me down. Another thing would be that you and I need to discuss things. And three, why would I want my Oji-san dying anytime soon, eh?" replied the grinning blonde.
"Oji-san? Do I know you?" the hokage asked, confusion still visible on his face. He was even more confused as to why this person would be calling him "Oji-san" in a familiar way because he doesn't even know him. Oji-san was a term he was once referred to by a young, blonde boy with whisker marks on his face and a matching grin to go with his personality. How long has it been since he was called that? 5 years? Maybe 6? It has been too long.
A look of surprise filled the man's face. At first he was sad that the old man couldn't remember him but the sadness was then replaced by giggling and then by full-out laughter. Sarutobi now looked even more confused as he watched the man on the ground rolling with laughter. He was about to ask what was so hilarious when the man spoke, albeit having a hard time from the constant wheezing and giggles.
"Ah…hehehe…haha…I guess…hehehe…you wouldn't have recognized me after all this years and what I went through…hehe…completely understandable. I'll give you a clue," he leaned towards the old man's face ad whispered. "I died six years ago…" At first Sarutobi thought this man was crazy. A lot of shinobis died over the course of six years but thought about it anyway. He tried to remember anyone who had his physical features but could only think of one person except he was…and then it hit him. For the first time today, his heart began to lurch as though he was having a heart attack. He began to piece things together; blonde hair, face splitting grin…it had to be!
"Na…na..ru….to?"