Chapter 7

Regular talking- Ramen

Thinking or Flashbacks/ Taijutsu- Ramen

Seals/ Kenjutsu - Explosive seal/ Basic Split

Jutsu - Hiraishin

Bijuu - Kit

Gods - Ramen

Uzushiogakure

As the red liquid slowly rolled down his forehead Yukio looked up in horror. Kyouko coughed up spitting red blood. The world seemed to stop in the perspective of Yukio. All that he could see was the bleeding figure that was crouched in front of him. Kyouko Looked down as she wiped the blood off of Yukio's face.

"Hey," Kyouko croaked. "Are you safe? You aren't hurt anywhere right?"

Kyouko collapsed. Yukio was still in horror as he stared at the rapidly cooling body of his mother. He tentatively reached for her hand. "Kaa-chan?" Tears began to well up in his eyes.

Tears as well were dripping down Kyouko's cheek. Her breaths were rapid and short as she tried to breathe in. "Yukio, I'm sorry." She rasped out. "I broke our promise." Her sad smile looked upon the face of Yukio who was silently crying over her body.

"Kaa-chan?" He whispered out. Reaching up Kyouko patted her hands on his face. Tears flowed as Kyouko continued to wipe away the tears with her hand.

"Yukio, you have to run. If they breached the island, more will come. They will take you away." Her hand grabbed onto Yukio's with a tight grasp.

"But,-" This time Kyouko's eyes hardened.

"Yukio!" She she snapped. "You have to go!" Than her eyes softened. "Go, and live for me please, If they catch you they will kill you or worse." Her hand untied the headband on her head. Placing the headband in Yukio's hands she smiled. "I was going to give you this headband on your next birthday. It was my hitai ite from my village. Go and turn this world upside down Yukio. Don't fall into your hatred." With that final word she uttered her final words. "Fuuin." A short chakra burst emanated before forming on the headband of Yukio.

"Yukio, I'm so sorry for leaving you. I wanted to stay with you until I was old, and maybe even hold my grandchildren. But now it's over, and i say, I'm proud of you Yukio, and you will always be my son." Her vision dimming and her last thoughts before joining the pure land.

As her chest stopped moving Kyouko's sad smile frozen eternally on her face, her glassy eyes stared up at Yukio, the last of her chakra depleted officially joining with her family to the pure lands.

Yukio was still. Tears dripping from his face the air seemed still. No animal seemed to move. The air seemed to have stopped, and even the ocean was not spared from the stillness of the scene. It was like the entire world was mourning for the loss of Kyouko Uzumaki.

"Kaa-chan?" His voice trembling he whispered softly. "Kaa-chan, this isn't funny." This time his voice louder. Tears spilled out his face. Kaa-chan? Kaa-chan?" He shook his mother's body while his voice slowly turned hysterical. "Come on, you promised me that you wouldn't leave me!"

No response.

"Come on Kaa-chan, y-y-you told me that you would would always be next to me the whole time,. You told me. Kaa-chan?" His voice now was truly hysterical. Even more tears dripped from his face as he stared in shock at the corpse of his mother. He stared at the blood that stained his hands as he eyes grew in terror. "Kaa-chan?"

There was no response.

Breaking the silence couple shinobi stepped out. Nii Yugito flinched as she spotted the dead Uzumaki. Yukio was still crouched in front of Kyouko.

Couple more shinobi jumped down from the treelines as they made motions to take the child. Yugito held up her hand as she stopped the shinobi was about to leap foward to detain the seven year old.

Yukio's head still stared at the corpse of his mother even as the shinobi made their presence known to Yukio.

Yugito kept the shinobi back, as she had felt the energy in the air. One could have drowned in the amount of of power saturating the air.

Yukio stopped trembling, and yet his tears stained the ground even more. One of the shinobi got impatient and dashed forward despite the discretion of Yugito.

Yugito cried out to the shinobi telling him to stop before it was too late. The shinobi simply scoffed at Yugito. What could a child do to him?

Soon the shinobi would be eating his own words as he stared into the baleful eyes of Yukio. The normal sea-green eyes were now icy blue. It was as if the sea itself froze over a hundred times and was still freezing over. Tears still running down his cheeks his eyes froze the jounin in place.

Yukio wanted to be left alone. He wanted to be left alone so he could grieve his mother's death, and maybe even find out the identity of the shinobi that had killed her. He knew that the shinobi was just a simple cannon fodder, a foot soldier at most, and that there must have been a greater leader that ordered the attack on him and his mother.

But at that point, Yukio just wanted everyone gone. He didn't care how. He wanted them gone. To disappear. To be obliterated from his view so he would be alone again.

Yukio remembered the feeling back when he faced the multi-headed beast. The utter malice and bloodthirst he had felt. He wanted everyone to feel the same to leave him alone.

Chakra flowed through Yukio like never before. He felt more alert, taking in every detail of information. But all he could see was the shinobi dashing towards him. He wanted the shinobi gone.

His pupils was the first thing to change afterwards. Black spikes formed starting from his pupils and extended to the edges of his cornea forming a four pointed starburst.

The shinobi jerked back as he saw the young boy's eyes change. "Doujutsu?" He stammered. Suddenly the air in front of the shinobi rippled and turned indistinguishable. "What?" The shinobi cried. The air suddenly became incredibly hard to breathe in. It was as if the gravity of the earth had tripled, forcing the shinobi onto the ground. The air felt so dense, that he couldn't breathe. He was literally choking on the air.

As that single shinobi started flailing around trying to breathe air, the same presense washed throughout the beach. Yugito forgot how to breathe. Killing Intent? She thought. Impossible, this killing intent is so potent. The air seemed to clear up for Yugito only as Youkai started to flow throughout Yugito's body.

"What was that kitten?" Matatabi questioned Yugito. Yugito thanked the Nibi over and over. "I felt like I was choking on the air. How potent is his killing intent?

The nearby wildlife was soon overtaken by the Killing intent of Yukio. Plants started dying or coated over with ice. Nearby rabbits keeled over and died. Fish started floating from the water all dying of fear. Even nature itself seemed unable to move as everything stood still. The waves were calm, barely moving and the wind had stopped. Flames still burned from the explosion, but no heat seemed to be emanating from them.

The air seemed to get even thicker as Yukio glared even more at the opposing shinobi. Fainting from the pressure, the shinobi collapsed into the ground. Only Yugito stood as Matatabi chakra shield her from the oppressing feeling of Yukio's Killing Intent.

As Yugito stood her ground, the oppressing feeling of the killing intent disappeared. Yugito let out a sigh that she did know she was holding until the killing intent went away.

Yukio still glared at the final shinobi. "Go away." He muttered.

Yugito looked up. "Huh?"

"Kitten, I don't think we should do this." Matatabi warned.

Yugito scoffed. "He can't do much to us can he?"She boasted nervously. Then again, that killing intent was incredibly potent.

Yukio growled. "Go. Away."

Yugito simply lunged forward. "I'll just knock him out and carry him to Kumo."

Cold eyes bore into the figure. Bright blue light shone from the forehead of Yukio. A single kanji of light formed onto his forehead before disappearing.

Yukio felt something familiar before his vision went white. He blacked out.

Raising his hands, Yukio spoke in an almost monotone voice. "Come." As if in a trance Yukio's arm reached up as if he were trying to grab something.

Kumo

A looked up from his window.

The Raikage tower was at the base of a mountain, where clouds usually situated at the top. But what caught A's eye was the fact the clouds seemed to be moving away in uniform.

Odd.

Konoha

Jiraiya sniggered as he watched his goddaughter try to water walk. Her drenched form was highly amusing for the old shinobi. He couldn't remember the last time he had so much fun with a student. Minato might have been his pride and joy, but for entertainment, he was only good for romance.

Than he felt it. He stared up as he felt the chakra surge in the sky.. He silently mulled this over, before biting his thumb and molding the needed signs for Kuchiyose. Pa popped out of the smoke.

"Ah, what can I do for you Jiraiya-boy?" Pa asked.

Jiraiya looked sternly at Pa. "Pa, I need you to help me out here. Can you sense what is creating that chakra?"

Pa looked up. "Hmm, my senses are going wild, Jiraiya-boy. Whatever is generating that chakra, it's enormous. Almost like a Biju! But, It feels like is all nature chakra!"

Jiraiya glanced over to Naruko who also was looking up at the skies. She was perfectly still on top of the water. Even Naruko feels the chakra wave. The Kyuubi must be reacting to the chakra. Whatever is creating this chakra, it's enough to even catch the attention of a biju.

Kiri

Yagura looked up from the paperwork he was writing. He felt the water content of the air and the pressure rising.

Something was calling the moisture of the air. Than Yagura felt it. The surge of chakra that saturated the air itself. He could feel the Sanbi stop in his stomach and staying still in his body. The chakra even had the attention for the biju.

As Yagura hurried outside, he could see a lot of the mist clear up in the village as the air seemed to be drawn in one place.

He could see his shinobi look up to as they felt the chakra spread.

Uzushiogakure

Yugito rushed in when the hairs on the back of her head stood on their ends.

She looked up.

The amount of Chakra saturating the air was immense. The density of the chakra even bore down on her body. She could feel Matatabi freaking out over the chakra created by the child.

"Kitten, don't do this! Run away!" Matatabi pleaded.

Yugito forged on. Cupping her hands together she sent a ball of blue flames at the child. "Mouse Hairball."

Blue eyes flickered to see the fireball heading toward his way. No visible signs of reaction was shown except him looking back up at the skies. The Fireball impacted into him, not fazing the child at all.

"What? He can take on the hell flames?" Yugito thought. She narrowed her eyes. "Fine, Matatabi? Lend me some of your chakra!"

Matatabi reluctantly gave her some of her chakra. "Kitten, be careful. This boy is dangerous."

Yugito charged up another fireball, this one even bigger and hotter as it was charged with Nibi's chakra along with Yugito's.

By this point clouds have gathered all throughout the skies and converged upon a single point. The night sky winds blew recklessly as winds howled. All throughout the five elemental nations clouds gathered and converged onto one point.

The air vibrated with energy, energy almost beyond regular chakra. Unconsciously Yukio was controlling each and every molecule in the sky above, vibrating them in a speed enough to generate static electricity

Yugito stared flabbergasted as the kid seemed to be controlling the storms. "Matatabi is he really-"

"Yes, Kitten he is controlling the clouds." Matatabi replied.

Yugito narrowing her eyes as she threw the fireball at Yukio. Dead unfeeling eyes pierced her as she threw the fireball.

Yukio forced his arm down in a swift fashion while clenching his hands at the same time. "Strike." He commanded.

Pure lighting descended from the heavens striking Yugito with immense force at the same time the fireball hit Yukio.

The youkai enhanced chakra fireball plowed right into Yukio knocking him into the water,while the the lightning bolt crashed into Yugito, who had a tailed beast cloak just in time to get only knocked out.

The surrounding sand now was frozen immaculately in a awe inspiring sculpture of glass. Yugito and her fellow shinobi lying unconscious in the shores of Uzushiogakure.

Yukio having lost consciousness long ago fell through the waters unmoving except for the lightt movements of his chest indicating that he was breathing.

The water swirled around him as with the namesake of the land of the whirlpools, cocooning him in a soothing ball of water.

Heavenly Realm

Susanoo watched his little chosen one from the wells of the waters of the world. He could see that the small child he had brought into the world was growing quite well. He even had used one of his many blessings. Complete control over Storms.

The child had used one of Susanoo's signature weapons. The Infinite Cloud. Now the cloud recognized the child as it's official owner. Susanoo frowned. "No matter. Once my plan is complete, nothing would matter."

As he kept on watching the child through the well he got up and stepped into the well. "Well," He grumbled "It's about time he learned of his heritage."

Yukio's Mind

Ever since the secret vault Yukio had found on Uzushiogakure, he started to have dreams. For the entire year dreamt about a lot of things. Most of the times he dreamt of a poor family that seemed to live in a strange village.

The mother was hard working and she seemed to have a daughter who looked almost like him.

Something in his gut seemed to tell him that he knew these people but he had never seen them in his life.

Whenever he would dream about them they were all peculiar moments. When ever he dreamt about the black haired girl there would always be some peril to the child at some point. There was multiple times where he saw things that looked like monsters.

Or were they monsters?

But this time was different. This time Yukio's dream was different. It was dark. Everything was pitch black and the empty. The very perception of emptiness seemed foreign to his mind.

The blankness just weirded Yukio out. Groggy from the darkness. Yukio couldn't help but to call out to the emptiness. "_!"

No words came out of his mouth. HIs voice was not heard in the inky blackness of the desolate realm.

Yukio wanted to scream and cry but no one would be there to hear it. He was alone in the world that he was inhabiting. No air, no sound. Yukio wasn't even breathing, and Yukio didn't feel the need to take in the oxygen.

Yukio just curled up into a ball and just went silent. He had lost the only person he loved in the world, his mother, and wanted nothing to do with others at that point.

To him life was pointless.

He had promised his mother that he would get strong to protect her from all the evil thugs in the world and yet, he could do nothing as he stared at the bleeding corpse of his mother.

He could still feel the blood on his hands as he tried to bring back his mother.

The pain of losing his mother was still fresh on his mind and Yukio just wanted to disappear. Shamed that he couldn't move fast enough to save his mother. Disappointed that he was so weak.

So Yukio lay there in the silence as he wished to wither away in the darkness.

This was the scene that Susanoo stepped into. He frowned at the scene of a child wallowing in his pain in the darkness all alone. Gods didn't usually care for the well being of little mortals, but this little mortal was vital for his plans.

Susanoo crouched next to Yukio and tapped his shoulder. The boy didn't move. He poked Yukio again, this time with more force. "Child, I suggest you get up before you test my patience. I don't usually wait for others like this so easily."

Yukio shot up. He looked around as he sought out the figure that had spoken to him in the desolate void. His eyes met a small figure that resembled his body. In fact, Yukio would say that this person was his identical twin.

Susanoo grinned as he caught the look on Yukio's face. The planned henge was going perfect by the looks of Yukio's face.

Yukio just stared at Susanoo with an incredulous look. "What the…" His eyes widening. "I can talk now?"

Yukio then stared at the person the resembled even down to the hairs. "Who are you?"

Susanoo smirked at Yukio. "My name is Susanoo kid. Be honored that I took on your form and that I even graced your puny little mind."

Yukio just blankly stared at the god. Susanoo stared back with a grin. "Eh? Come on. Kid you are standing in front of greatness."

Yukio just raised an eyebrow at the childish figure. "What are you?"

"DIdn't you get it when you heard my name? I'm a god." Susanoo chuckled.

Yukio just gaped at the declaration that his body double made. The little boy just stared at the clone of himself that declared himself to be a god.

Yukio just layed back down muttering about his sanity and clones with god complexes.

Susanoo just smacked the boy's head with his fist making Yukio shout in indignation and pain. Yukio stared at the god with an angry look on his face.

"What was that for?" He cried out.

Susanoo cracked his knuckles as he grinned. "That was for ignoring me kid. You just don't ignore greatness."

Yukio rubbing his head stared back at the god who was acting so aloof. "Well what do you want with me?

Susanoo tapped Yukio in the head. You little child, are important later on in the future. For my plans. But for now know that you are in this world because of me."

Yukio just tilted his head in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Susanoo just smirked again."I brought you into this world over from another world. That world was ready to kill you for being a mistake. Something that shouldn't exist. You owe your life to me. I saved you from the world, and I let you have your own life here."

Yukio froze. He was from a what? It took a moment for Yukio to take in the new knowledge that he himself was a child fdrom another dimension, and not of his world. And that the fact that he was a mistake. Something that wasn't supposed to exist.

He trembled. "Did I kill my mother?"

Susanoo just picked his ear. "Eh?"

Yukio shouted louder. "Did I kill my mother? You told me I was a mistake. So did my existence kill my mother?"

Susanoo snorted. "Kid, your measly little existence can change a lot of things. Had you not appeared in the life of Kyouko Uzumaki, she would have been dead years ago from enemy shinobi. Your existence let her have a few more years to live." This time he muttered. "Honestly, you are such a hassle. Do you know how many lashing I get from Amaterasu-chan?"

Yukio just plopped down in shock. His existence even caught the attention of the gods in the world. He remembered the tales that his mother used to tell him. The stories of Susanoo no Mikoto, Amaterasu-hime, and Tsukiyomi no Mikoto. The great sons and daughter of Izanagi.

"Susanoo no Mikoto." Yukio just muttered out in shock.

Susanoo nodded sagely. "Yes yes that's my name, don't wear it out."

"But, you're just a legend. A folk tale that mother would tell me at night." Yukio just stated in shock.

Susanoo just glanced at Yukio. "Do I look like i'm a simple story child? Then should I consider you the impossible, hm? A son of a sea god and an Anomaly of the universe. The perfect ingredients for a chaotic future."

Yukio looked back up at Susanoo. "How do I know you are telling the truth? And what do you mean son of the sea god?"

Susanoo frowned. "Are you questioning the my word?"

Yukio frowned too. "I just want proof is all. You just come to me and expect me to take in all the words that come from your mouth?"

Susanoo looked annoyed. "Ningen, come with me if you don't believe me."

Yukio grabbing Susanoo hand, gaped at his surrounding changed into a world that was completely foreign to his own. Towering building dotted the skyline while loud honking and beeps filled the city that never sleeps. Lights adorning the streets in the middle of the night had multitudes of people walking and talking in on their phones, all oblivious of the presence of the two above them.

"There, ningen. Do you believe me now? This is your home universe. Your home world as you could call it. The world I took you from to save you." Susanoo grumbled. "Be grateful Ningen."

Susanoo then took Yukio's hand and flashed him over to a cemetery. Over a certain grave. The gravestone showing two words that adorned the grave. Perseus Jackson.

Yukio glanced questioningly at Susanoo. "Was this my-?"

"Yes." Susanoo stated. After I faked your death as an infant, they had a small burial for you. Your original name was Perseus Jackson. The Destroyer in the tongue of this world.

Yukio stared in wonder as he stared at the name that he could have been if he stayed in the world. His hands dropped down as he realized one fact. "Mother wasn't my real mother was she."

Susanoo looked uncaringly as he looked at the boy, whose world was unraveling before his own eyes."Yes. Kyouko Uzumaki was a woman that I had set in front of in hopes that she would raise you. And raise you she did." Susanoo leaned forward. "What are you going to do Ningen. Are you going to curse her for never telling you the truth? What you going to spit at her memory for hiding such an important fact from you?"

Yukio stood still for a moment before whispering "No."

Susanoo raised an eyebrow."What? Speak up Ningen."

Yukio just whispered, "She was my kaa-chan. No one else is going to be my kaa-chan. Not the woman that brought me to life in this world or the other. But Kyouko Uzumaki was the only one that is my mother." Tears rolling down his cheek he sniffled. "She is my kaa-chan. And I'm going to find out who killed her. Than I'm going to destroy them."

Susanoo just nodded his head. "And to do that, what will you do?"

Yukio just stared at his hands. "I'll get stronger. Use Kaa-chan's teaching to find the people who killed my mother. And when I find them, they will wish that they never attacked mother and I."

Susanoo just nodded again. "Good. Get stronger to interest me child and one day you will see me again."

Yukio just looked back at Susanoo. "Wait can you help me get stronger?"

Susanoo looked at Yukio."I gave you gifts in the other world. You already unlocked two of them. Learn to use them efficiently and make your named feared in the Elemental Nations. Spread my name as my representative in the mortal realm."

Yukio nodded grimly at Susanoo. Than he questioned him again. "And what did you mean by being the son of a sea god?"

Susanoo just shrugged. "Find that out yourself Ningen."

Nami no Kuni

Tadao was bored. The fish were simply not being caught and the tides were being strange. He simply grumbled as he steered his boat back to the beachfront with another unsuccessful fishing.

As he sailed back he picked his nose and flicked it across the ocean. He sighed.

Even when Tadao was pushing 60 years old, he looked fine. Barely any wrinkles were showing despite the numerous scars on his body.

He rowed across the waters, complaining here and then about his aching body.

"Damn, you can't hide your age." He muttered.

His greying hairs fluttered in the wind as he kept rowing across the early morning sea. He started humming a tune that he used to sing to his now dead wife, back when they were still married.

Tadao just grumbled on how he was going to have to eat for the day when a strange wind blew Tadao away from the shore line.

Tadao just rowed harder, but couldn't just to seem to beat the wind. Tadao cursed his bad luck. "Damn it! Fine I'll just wait until this freak wind dies down."

When he waited the wind kept blowing on his boat. Tadao was ready to stand up cursing at the skies when he felt something hit his ship.

"Noo! Not my Ship!" Tadao lurched foward to see if any damage was done to his rowboat.

Surprisingly, there was only a floating body.

Tadao gasped. A dead body in the ocean was not an uncommon thing. Many pirates plundering the ocean tossed over dead bodies into the ocean.

Tadao than frowned. "Dead bodies don't float." He muttered to himself.

Tadao tossed over his fishing nets and dragged the body onto the boat. A young boy's body landed in his boat. A slight rise and fall of the child's chest indicated that he was still breathing. HIs black hair plastered all over the face of the child covered what seemed to be his eyes. The most peculiar thing about this child that Tadao observed was that he was not wet. Not a single piece of clothing on him was wet and yet he had fished the child out of the sea with his fishing net.

Rowing back to the shore he stared at the child that he had fished out of the sea with wonder. A draped blanket over the boy's figure seemed to be enough for now that he had brought the child along with him in his boat.

After dragging the kid into his home and lighting the furnace with matches, he draped more blankets over the shivering child and started making some rice porridge with some of the remaining rice he had in his stores.

When cooking the meal he noticed the tied hitai-ite that was tied around the neck off the young boy. Though he couldn't tell what village the boy was from, he just assumed the way that the child had survived was due to some shinobi magic that he had heard so much about.

As he looked back at the porridge he was making he couldn't help but sigh. He continued to pour a bowl for the young child. As he turned around he nearly nearly dropped the bowl in startlement.

The young boy had risen without an inkling of sound and was currently facing Tadao. Tadao couldn't tell if the child was looking at him or not due to the hair covering his eyes, but he could tell that the young boy was scrutinizing him and a deadly fashion.

Tadao could feel the chilling gaze of the young boy as the air seemed to turn cold even with the blazing furnace nearby. Tadao shivered under the supposed shinobi's gaze.

The flame in the furnace started sputtering out as even the flame felt the chill in the air. Finally Tadao stuttered out, "W-would you like some of my porridge?"

The chill in the air lessened as the child seemed to drop his gaze from him to the bowl. Extending his hand out, the child received the bowl before bowing in respect to Tadao.

Using a spoon the child began scooping the porridge into his mouth. As he poured the first scoop into his mouth. Hunger seemed to take over the child as he rapidly scooped the rest into his mouth.

Tadao just grimaced. He called out tentatively. "H-hey." The child's head snapped at his direction, making Tadao flinch. "I-if you want some more porridge, I have some right here." Pointing to the furnace, Tadao gestured. The child stuck his bowl out in a fashion that seemed like he demanded the porridge from Tadao.

Tadao took the bowl from the child's hands as he filled the bowl up with porridge from the watchful boy's gaze. After giving the porridge to the child, he watch with mild fascination as the child seemed to completely devour the porridge in front of him.

THe child wiping his mouth after finishing the porridge continued to stare at Tadao.

Tadao just stared at the said boy before nodding and accepting that to be apart of the normal shinobi life to devour food so quickly.

The boy continued to stare at the old man, making Tadao uncomfortable. "So… you want to tell me how I found you floating in the sea?

No answer.

"Can you at least tell me your name? My name is Tadao." Tadao started.

No answer.

"Ok, well im going out to try my luck in the sea again. If you want to join me I guess…" Tadao muttered.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Tadao-san." A quiet voice wormed it's way into Tadao's ears.

"Eh?" Tadao turned around to see the child stand up and start checking all around his body as if to see if everything was there. Pausing at slight scorch marks the child turned to Tadao. "I thank you again for your hospitality."

Tadao just nodded dumbly. "Can I get your name?"

The child just froze at that. He went silent for a few minutes, making Tadao think that he had somehow struck a nerve in the small child. After a while the child spoke up again. "Yukio."

And with that Yukio headed out the door of the small cottage leaving a shaken Tadao to his own thoughts.

Later that day, Tadao would find himself with a pile of fish in front of his cottage. Shaking his head, Tadao couldn't wait to tell Tazuna of what had went down is his cottage.

This story was a harsh one to make, though I had fun making it.

This one was a harsh one, though it was hard trying to create a plausible reason for Yukio to start his journey of power. Right now Yukio might seem very cold, to others, but this guy just lost the woman that cared for him like a mother, and decided that she was the only other mother for him.

The story powers for Yukio might seem familiar to some, as it was pulled inspiration of the Chinese tale, Journey to the West.

Even if you may not like Yukio (or should I call him Percy?) having all these powers he normally has, just please calm down.

Yukio also having this unbelievable killing intent maybe a bit of a stretch, I believe in the bending of rules saying that he is an Anomaly. Let's just say he learns from the best.

Now to finish this up, I would like to thank everyone who gave me suggestions on what to do with Yukio. All of your comments are greatly considered into the fact of my story and the more comments you make, the better story I can create.

Thanks!

Manus Manem Lavat