Chapter 8

Regular talking- Ramen

Thinking or Flashbacks/ Taijutsu- Ramen

Seals/ Kenjutsu - Explosive seal/ Basic Split

Jutsu - Hiraishin

Bijuu - Kit

Gods - Ramen

Nami no Kuni

"Ready the sails! Raise the flag!" Sounds of a normal port rang throughout the coast of Nami no Kuni.

Seagull called in the air as the morning bells rang throughout the harbor. Sea fog rolled in the port giving a hazy sight that all seafaring men were accustomed to. The dawn of the sun peeked out over the horizon showing it's soft red glow to the world.

Many men were busy hauling ropes and fishing nets for the daily catch in the morning, all with cheerful thoughts flowing through their heads. Nothing on earth could break their good moods today.

Some men whistling a jaunty tune as some joked around with fellow fishermen. Kaiza was one of these men laughing and smiling with his fellow fishermen.

Kaiza was an average looking guy with a kind smile. Everyone wanted to be friends with him, and he was fine with that fact alone. With a rope tied around his head and wearing his fisherman clothes Kaiza was ready to head out to fish.

While he was joking around, his eye caught that of a boy's figure in a cloak standing near the sea. While many of the other fishermen took no notice of the boy, to Kaiza, the child seemed to stick out like a sore thumb.

While trying to get closer to the child, he tripped and lost sight of the kid. Rubbing his head, he looked up eyes widening at the fact the kid was gone. Vanished like a rubbed his eyes. Was he seeing ghosts?

Suddenly a voice guffawed with mirth as an old bridge builder hauled Kaiza up from the ground. "Kaiza, my boy. Are you tripping again over these stones? How can a man like you be so clumsy!"

Kaiza eyes brightening, sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "Ah, Tazuna-san. I just tripped and fell." His eyes glancing over to the spot where he swore he saw the child. "I think i've been hanging around with you and your sake of yours. I'm starting to see stuff!"

"Oy! I have it you know that I'm sober right now. And sake is good. You can't go wrong with Sake!' Tazuna grumbled.

Kaiza just laughed, bringing a grin to Tazuna. Even than Kaiza wondered what he had seen. He was so sure that he had seen a child near the water. Then Tazuna pulled him away telling him story of what his friend Tadao had experienced a few days prior. The thought left him.

Yukio dashed across the sea waters of Nami no Kuni. Using chakra for the water walking technique he ran across the water in genin level speeds. To a normal civilian, it would seem like a very distinct blur was running across the water.

The sea always felt home to Yukio. Even when he stayed on the mainland with his kaa-chan, he always felt the waters calling to him. And now he knew why.

He was the supposed son of the sea god in another world. A world where him being born was a mistake. Something that should have not happened.

Mulling through his thoughts, he stopped to catch his breath. Looking down and the sea water, he saw his own reflection. Even though it had only been a few days since the fisherman Tadao had carried him to his hut, the boy's figure showed weariness and fatigue. His hair was all over the place and his clothes were dirtied.

All Yukio had at this point was the headband his mother had given him and a seal that held his items in a bag.

His dark bangs hung over his eyes obscuring them to the outside world, but letting Yukio see perfectly to the outside.

As he stared at his reflection, a pang of hurt rang throughout Yukio. "Kaa-chan would have cut his hair for him."

A ripple of water and Yukio could almost imagine his mother standing behind him as she cut his hair with a pair of scissors before kissing his forehead saying he looked handsome.

Holding back the tears, Yukio started his long journey over again. After running for a few minutes, Yukio landed on a shore with little to no human interaction.

Perfect for his plans to get stronger. While walking onto the beach he could tell that the portion of land was uninhabited by people. Without realizing, Yukio unintentionally sensed all the moisture in the air giving him a perfect reading of the island's inhabitants.

Walking until finding a clearing, Yukio collapsed to the ground staring at the still early morning sun. He sighed, wishing his mother was with him for the past few days.

After getting over the fact that his mother had been murdered, he set out to find a place for him to get stronger.

Flashback

Huddled in a corner of two crates, Yukio grabbed his cloak around him as he tried to sleep. The cold sea winds of Nami no Kuni were particularly harsh that night. Several drunkards could be heard cheering in their booths as they had their silly little challenges that Yukio sought pointless.

With the firewood he had on hand, Yukio lit a small fire with some fire he found outside in someone's furnace. With a half cooked fish in hand he slowly roasted the fish over the open flame.

His stomach growling in hunger, Yukio could only stare as his fish glistened with fats and oils rolling off the sides permeating the air with a heavenly aroma in little Yukio's mind.

He could only think for the moment how he was going to eat the fish, until he heard some words of a nearby booth.

"Hey, you hear about the new chain of islands that some people found off the coast?" A man told his friend.

Shaking his head the man's friend replied "No".

"Apparently they found a new chain of islands nearby but it's too filled with wild animals. I heard that it's uninhabitable right now."

Really?"

Really!"

These two men's drunken conversation stuck to Yukio's mind as he listened in on their conversation.

With wide eye he took in the two men's information. "An island where I won't be disturbed would be perfect. And since it's full of wild animals, It could help me get stronger."

And with that logic, Yukio decided to go and find the islands.

He had no idea that his fish was currently burning.

End

Yukio finishing reminiscing, got back up and started unsealing his stuff. Spreading out the scrolls he had stored in his seals, out came a small sleeping bag and some newly killed fish. His kunai, shuriken, and his bokken all of his senbons. He got his fuinjutsu brush and ink, before marking the clearing with some barrier seals for some safe ground.

He didn't know why he so many senbon needles, but his mother had told him senbon needles could be one of the world's most deadly weapons.

Sighing he set down his Hitai-ite. Even though his mother had sealed something into his head, he never had the guts of opening up what was in the head band until now. His curiosity peaking, he bit his thumb, and spread his blood across the seal.

With a loud puff and a great cloud of smoke, a bag with a long oilskin clothed rod appeared into the world.

A letter was addressed to Yukio as it was instructed for him to read.

Yukio opened the letter. Inside holding a bunch of writing, perfect from the years of calligraphy

To Yukio.

If you are reading this. Than I am most likely dead, or am very close to it. This was supposed to be a last resort solution, if anything went bad. Please Yukio you have to understand. I loved you from the bottom of my heart, and even if you hate me and curse me, please know that I loved you.

I'm so sorry I have to leave you in this world, Yukio, and I wish that you could get strong enough to fight back all the bad things in the world. I want to be there with you, but I suppose that that isn't happening anymore. Yukio if you got this letter, than I have died. It may have been from enemy shinobi, but know one thing Yukio. I was dying anyways. I had a chakra disease, an incurable one at that, and I had to take care of you. I didn't want to burden that fact on you my sweet snow child.

I have to tell you more Yukio. You were adopted. I found you in front of my door one day and I decided to take you in. October 10th, I was given you. During that time I was miserable and wanted some companionship. And when you came, I couldn't just leave you alone. So I took you in. I'm so sorry that I couldn't tell you sooner but I could bear the thought of you hating me for not telling you were adopted. Even if you are not my true son, I still love you as if you were my own, please remember that.

Now, when you get this letter, it is most likely that I am gone and you are in need of protecting yourself. I stored a majority of suiton jutsu that us Uzumaki were famous for. There is also Fuuinjutsu studies that I want you to take. I also stored scrolls for some kenjutsu techniques if you someday want to take up the sword. At last but not least, use these scrolls on Taijutsu techniques may help. These were my father's, your grandfather's techniques, that brought terror to enemies during the second shinobi war.

I want you to know that I love you. I hope you eat well, study hard be strong. Turn the world upside down with your name because I believe in you. I hope this reaches you.

I will always love you.

Kaa-chan

Tears rolled down his face as he read the words of his deceased mother. Sobs jerked back onto his face as wasn't emotionally prepared for the letter. Tears rolled down as he cried for his dead mother. He couldn't bring himself to hate her. He didn't want to curse her or spit on her was her child, through and through.

Yukio calming down after crying alone in a forest finally settled down to a few sniffles. He held a light smile as he re read the letter. He sealed the letter back into the hitai-ite, never wanting to lose the precious thing.

Wiping his tears he decided to go over the scrolls that his mother had left for him. Picking up the first scroll, the title had caught his eyes. It was the rest of the taijutsu that his mother was currently teaching him. All of the stances and the results of their movements.

The Hakai Sudhansu. Pure destruction stance.

The taijutsu that many of the villages shuddered to hear when fighting them. The deadly Uzumaki special faction that specializes in the fighting art alone.

Reading through the instructions, Yukio's eyes grew wider and wider. His grandfather had been the one to first develop the taijutsu, before teaching it to a special faction of Uzumaki. Specializing as a pure destruction force, they were usually the ones to be first put in case of an invasion or an attack Uzu ever happened.

Yukio sadly understood, that the Uzumaki that was sent to the frontlines had been his grandfather, who gave his life for the Uzumaki. Clutching the scroll, he had found another reason to avenge for the Uzumaki. His family.

Sighing, Yukio red over the training regimen that his grandfather had devised for the full program. As he read through the regimen, most of the training seemed familiar to him, as his mother put him through the hellish training already, but some parts seemed unnatural to do as it set him up with unrealistic goals.

"Destroy three trees with simple kicks for a warmup?" Yukio muttered. "Oji-san must have been very youthful."

Meanwhile

"Yosh! Kakashi!" A man with a bowl hair cut and wearing very green cloths perked up all of the sudden making the other man flinch back in surprise.

"Eh?"

"Somebody is talking about the Springtime of Youth! I must run laps around Konoha 300 hundred times! And if I can't I will climb the Hokage mountain 100 times with my teeth alone!" The exuberance radiated from the man in a sunset fashion.

Kakashi just sweatdropped. "Ah, Gai. I think you're overdoing it." Kakashi replied while holding both his hands up.

"Never my Hip rival!" Gai ran off to the sunset crying while shouting things about youth.

Kakashi just sighed before pulling out an orange book. "I just got this book. I wonder what it's about?"

End

Yukio just shuddered. He felt like he had just unleashed something horrible upon the world.

Looking back to the training regimen he read through all the katas and their importance. At the end, he noticed a little side note. "Whoever succeeds this taijutsu handbook, I would like them to continue on their legacy of the great Hakai Sudhansu taijutsu. And even possibly give it a new name…"

Yukio smiled at that little note. He could nearly hear his grandfather's words as he wrote them down. He would get stronger for all their sakes.

Kumogakure

"What! What are you telling me? Are you saying that you failed the mission?" Ay roared at his shinobi.

The shinobi was currently bandaged up in multiple places and was shivering at the tone. "R-raikage-sama, the boy was much more powerful than we anticipated. He knocked us out with his killing intent alone!"

All went silent in the Raikage tower. "Are you telling me, that a seven year old child, managed to knock out all 7 capable jounin with killer intent alone?"

A weak nod was sent at the direction of Ay. Killing Intent flooded the room as the shinobi started dropping like flies. "I'll show what killing intent is supposed to do you weaklings! I gave you one job, and that was to obtain the child!"

Ay slammed his hand down his desk breaking it. "Damn it!" Papers flew all over the place.

Taking in large gasps the shinobi was kneeling on the floor. "R-raikage-sama, please forgive us!" The blubbering shinobi were shaking as if they were all leaves in a storm.

Ay just stares impassively at the shinobi. "You. Tell me of the condition of Yugito now."

The Shinobi breathes a sigh of relief before stuttering to Ay."Y-Yugito-sama is currently in the hospital now. We had found her in a crystallized crater with several burn marks. It looks like a widespread lightning attack hit her."

Ay raises an eyebrow. "Are you telling me that a child used raiton on my Jinchuuriki and beat her with one shot?"

Ay took a huge sigh, and sat back with a frown. The shinobi standing was sweating from the distress the Raikage seemed to be under. "Raikage-sama?"

Ay just shooed the shinobi out of his office, which the shinobi complied gladly, running out as if somebody lit a fire under his feet.

Ay just sat in his chair looking at his destroyed chair with contempt. "I can't put him in the Bingo Book, or else we might get ridiculed, and I just can't send my ninja after him, now that he is hostile to our ninja. Damn it!" Ay held his two hands under his chin as he took a brooding position.

Ay sighed. "MABUI! Can we get another desk.. Put it on my tab."

A respectful, "Hai, Raikage-sama!" could be heard through the office..

Ay went back into a brooding mood, muttering about the unfairness of life and the evils of paperwork. Then he wondered. Whatever happened to the body of Kyouko Uzumaki?

Konoha

Danzo sat down on his mat enjoying the tea that had been set in front of him. The hot liquid ran down his throat. His one good eye opened up just in time for him to find an ROOT member drop down from the ceiling.

Danzo set down his cup of tea and looked up expecting a report.

The shinobi immediately started debriefing the elder man.

As the shinobi continued to give the report, his fist clenched with anger, Danzo continued to listen to the report.

The teacup in his hand shattered as the shinobi finished the report.. The now cooled liquid spilled all over the small table and china shards littered the top of the table. All was silent in the chamber, as Danzo silently mulled over the fact that he had lost the chance to bring over a powerful tool into the leaf village.

Danzo looked back up to the shinobi. "And, you are sure that the child was not found?"

A quick "Hai" confirmed Danzo's thoughts.

"And there was specific signs that there was a battle around the corpse of Kyouko Uzumaki?" Danzo asked.

Another "Hai" answered Danzo's question.

"Have you at least brought over the body of Kyouko Uzumaki?" Danzo asked once more.

The ROOT shinobi brought out a sealing scroll and indicated that the body was currently sealed into the scroll. Handing the scroll to Danzo, the shinobi disappeared from the room with a quick shunshin.

A sinister smirk was plastered all over the face of Danzo Shimura as he held the scroll for the cells of a descendant of a powerful Uzumaki. Getting a quick scroll for writing, he wrote down a note and attached it to the scroll.

Danzo stood up and bit his thumb for a Kuchiyose no Jutsu.

A small Tapir like creature popped into existence and nodded at Danzo. The creature took the scroll and the note by his nose and popped out of existence.

Danzo sat back down and mulled over the recent circumstances. Right now the child who was documented with the most extraordinary skill of a genius right now was missing, and Danzo did not like taking chances for anything or anyone harming Konoha.

He called in few more NE shinobi before telling them their side mission if they are ever to see the young boy later on.

After explaining, Danzo took the moment to relax. He opened his eyes, and took note of his broken china cup.

Danzo grumbled and had his shinobi bring him another tea set. It had been the third set during the week.

6 months later

Sounds of a single person training could be heard throughout the clearing. His clothes dirtied by the rigorous training he had done to condition his body. In the clearing, a single tree could be seen with showings of wear and tear at all the sides.

At the tree, a child was hitting the tree with his leg, making small dents everytime, the leg hit the tree.

Yukio was currently running through the body conditionings for the taijutsu that his grandfather had left for him. His feet having bruises, Yukio kept kicking the tree with his best, thinking of the stances his grandfather had made.

Finishing the regimen, Yukio sat down and sighed. Sweat gleamed off of his face. Long black locks covering his eye is wet with the sweat. Yukio than stood up and summoned his gourd. Putting it over his head, Yukio summoned a small splash of seawater from the gourd, rejuvenating his body and mind.

Yukio willed his body dry, exercising his power over the element. Discovering what he could do with the element was a new experience for Yukio.

Six months ago, after talking with the god Susanoo, Yukio had many revelations with the answer that he was the son of a sea god. He practiced his powers over water while practicing the suiton element practice. Sufficient to say that if a ninja was to look at him right now, they would be astonished at the fact a small child was attempting elemental manipulation and was doing it better that most jounins.

Yukio was definitely a prodigy. While most children of gods would take years of manipulating their parents domains for years, and only getting so far, Yukio was achieving control over water, for even Poseidon to call it adequate.

Yukio manipulates all the water in the surrounding air, water, and can even locate water in the blood of living creatures and plants.

This essentially gave Yukio an unknown radar, similar to the Byakugan's 360 degree vision. Yukio often trained this ability so scout out any possible ninja that could enter the island.

Yukio just sighed when he sent out his senses to try to find any intruders on the island, while finding none, he found many wildlife milling around.

Unseen to the world Yukio's sea-green eyes hardened at the prospect of having to kill animals for food. Grabbing his senbon, he shot off to the direction of the nearest rabbit.

After running out of fish to eat, Yukio started hunting and foraging for foods to eat. Using his sensing ability, Yukio picked out plants that didn't have any toxins in them, deeming it safe for Yukio to eat.

Quickly returning with a paralyzed rabbit in hand,Yukio proceeded to start making some rabbit stew. Humming slightly, the tune being an old lullaby that his mother used to sing to him, Yukio stirred the stew, letting the food simmer.

Yukio sighed. "I wish Kaa-chan was here with me…" Yukio muttered as he kept the soup simmering.

Training at all possible times to avenge his mother, was a lot of hard work, but avenging his mother was the primary goal for Yukio. Getting stronger to beat the one who sent the shinobi after him was a given for him. This compelled Yukio to go further with his training.

Yukio stared at the flames that licked the bottom of the small metal bowl he had. His thoughts drifted to the times he laughed with his mother. The night was silent with only the crackle of fire to listen to.

Blowing slightly on his meal, Yukio brought out the bowl with some water and proceeded to eat his small meal. He chewed through the meat and vegetables and drinking the broth.

He sighed. It was bland. Putting away the dish, Yukio set up his sleeping bag back and layed down upon it thinking of what he was going to do for the next few days.

Laying down he started counting the stars.

Kirigakure

The whole village was in an uproar. One of their Swordsmen of the Mist had been murdered. An by one of their very own promising shinobi.

Kisame Hoshigaki sped through the dense swamps of Kiri trying to outrun the hunter-nin after him. With Samehada on his back, he headed towards any random direction, hoping that he could throw the hunter-nin off of his back.

Bleeding from many would upon his body and face Kisame was slowly but surely slowing down. With Kunai and shuriken flying around his figure, Kisame just kept running, pumping his chakra through his legs to give him an extra boost.

After killing Fuguki-sensei for giving away intel from the village, he had been framed for a random murder of a Swordsmen. This had gotten Kisame exiled, with hunter-nins after him. If the hunter-nin weren't after him, he would be cursing the mizukage for framing him with a cold blooded murder.

Kisame gritted his teeth. He felt betrayed by his kage, and particularly blood thirsty. But he was weak right now, after fighting Fuguki.

So Kisame just ran. Samehada squired in the bandages on his back as he ran, somewhat upset that that the last owner had been killed. Kisame just ignored this and kept running. Without looking back, he had reached the sea. The calm ocean lapped against the shores as Kisame started across the waves, into his home turf. Where he was the strongest.

The hunter-nin went after him across the waves, throwing kunai and shuriken, hoping one of them would find their mark. Kisame drew Samehada, deflecting all the incoming projectiles, Grumbling, he flashed through some hand seals before shouting, "Suiton: Goshoku Zame".

Five sharks made of water instantly appeared from the waves beneath the hunter-nin, ripping the shinobi to bloody pieces. Kisame smirked and ran off in the regular direction that he was heading to, not caring what he was going to get into.

A chuckle escaped his lips. Than another. Soon he laughing out in an almost insane way. All that he knew of, his home, his Kage, his friends, all in the end was a sham. Nothing had been real in the place, leaving Kisame to feel betrayed.

At this point Kisame thought he was going to die a lonely death. Soon enough the wounds that he had sustained seemed to take a toll on him. Grinning a bloody smile, Kisame collapsed into the water, hoping that the waves would take him somewhere without his traitorous kin near him.

Kisame closed his eyes staring up at the stars.

Happy New Years Guys!

I've started this Story In like… April?

But, we have survived through the year of 2017, and we will brave against the horrors that will face us in 2018.

So, Happy New Years to you all!

Manus Manem Lavat