The Grimm Change

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Drake heaved a sigh of satisfaction. It had been a tedious undertaking, but he had finally done. He grinned, but the soot on his face caused it to come forth as more of a grimace. Drake picked up the majestic weapon, its metal still warm. Yes, Naruto would be more than satisfied with this. This was one of his greatest works, and he got paid for its entire worth. Now, all he had to do was wait for his blond customer to pick it up.

The young boy in question was currently sitting at the best ramen bar in town, slurping down his twenty seventh bowl of hot, steaming pork ramen. He moaned as his mouth was filled with the warm noodles, the delicious broth and slices of juicy pork mingled with bits of vegetables. Wokian, could only stare as his young pupil went on one of his weekly ramen binges. Sometimes it seemed to him as if the boy had married the stuff. But he couldn't complain, it was too good for business.

"Well, Wokian-sensei, your ramen just gets better and better!"

Naruto used a paper towel to wipe some of the holy nectar off of his chin before turning to the man.

"Well, I better get going, so here's your money. I need to go and get my new weapon from Drake's shop."

Naruto pulled out a few bills and put them on the counter, only to get stopped by the old shopkeep's call as he was getting up from his seat.

"There was something I had to tell you. Every year, Mistral holds a competition for all those who are under the age of 18, known as the Mistral Regional Tournament. These young warriors battle in a one-on-one tournament, with each victory qualifying you for the next round. The finals are held in Mistral, and the winner receives a huge cash prize, as well as a scholarship for any of the best Huntsman Academies in the world. It's a great opportunity, and it'll help you improve by facing off against various opponents from various regions. So I thought you might want to represent Monchak."

With each and every word that left Wokian's mouth the grin on Naruto's face grew wider, and by the time the old man was done, the boy was practically shaking in excitement. The thought of facing against many other strong fighters, a chance to gain fame and prestige, a chance to go to Beacon Academy, and most importantly a chance to make his senseis proud. All these factors justified the blonde's response, as he jumped over the counter, grabbed his mentor by the shoulders and immediately began to interrogate him for more information.

"Tournament! When is it? Where do I have to sign up? What if I don't make it in time?"

"Calm down Naruto. You still have this weekend to sign up. You will be facing some other kids from Monchak, and then you'll fight against other kids from the entire Sanus continent. If you beat all of them, you'll go to Mistral and face against one representative from each continent. But that's still a long ways away. First you need to defeat all the competitors from Monchak in the qualifying rounds next week."

"Well, then I'm gonna go get signed up and then go train. I need to be at the top of my game if I want to win this!"

The blond jumped off of his seat as soon as he closed his mouth, dashing off to sign up. Wokian just stood with an amused smirk, as a panting Naruto appeared once more.

"Where do I sign up?"

"Go to the Town Hall."

With that the blond ran off once more, leaving a chuckling old shopkeeper behind.

Arriving at the Town Hall, the young Huntsman-in-training was surprised to see Drake standing at the reception in the lobby of the large building.

"Drake! What are you doing here, are you gonna sign up for the Mistral Regional Tournament too?"

Drake turned around to face the little boy, surprised yet pleased at finding the person he'd been looking for.

"Naruto, I'm shocked to see you here. I was actually looking for you, because I've completed the project you gave me three months ago. Here, I brought it with me. Open it when you get home."

The young boy grasped the large package from the young man's hands, nearly falling down due to the immense weight of it. He strapped it to his back, and then looked towards Drake again, thanking him persistently for the weapon.

"So, the Mistral Regional Tournament, eh? So, you think you have what it takes? It's pretty tough, having to defeat all those other fighters."

This seemed to push Naruto's buttons, as he leapt forward and glared at the older man with fierce eyes filled with determination.

"Who do you think you're talking to? Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze, that's who! I'll take down whoever you throw at me, because I never back down from a challenge, and I never give up. So you just sit back and watch as I demolish the competition. You heard that, Drake. I'm gonna be the next champion of the Mistral Regional Tournament!"

Drake smiled at the blond, before pointing towards the other side of the lobby.

"Well, you might hurry, because you have a lot of competition."

Naruto turned towards the direction Drake was pointing at, and saw a long line of competitors, all dressed up in various kinds of armors, with weapons of all sorts held in their hands. Naruto never saw such an assortment of maces, swords, spears and other dangerously sharp instruments of death.

But none of this would deter Naruto, for he was going to beat all of these suckers.

"Well, then I better get in line if I want to sign up, right? I'll see you later, and thanks again for completing the project earlier than the deadline Drake."

Drake watched as the boy walked over to the queue for the registrations, and couldn't help but smile once more. That boy was gonna go far.

Said boy just sighed as he realized that he'd be standing in the line for a while.

It was four hours later that Naruto dragged himself back to his apartment. Even his determination only lasted so long, and standing in a line for four hours wasn't exactly fun.

After dropping his jacket on the sofa, he sat down and set the large package in front of himself. He had decided to wear a blue long sleeve shirt and some blue jeans, instead of the usual t-shirt and shorts during the colder weeks of the year, but stuck with the sleeveless jacket.

The ninja tore off the wrappings and opened the cardboard box. Inside lay a large broadsword that was wrapped up in white bandages. The hilt was a bright orange, and was about a foot long. The blade itself was nearly four feet. Naruto unwrapped some of the bandages from the top, only to reveal that the sword had, upon its blade a multitude of sharp, projections that covered it. It reminded Naruto of a shark's deadly jaws, lined with thousands of sharp teeth. The blond picked it up, and instantly felt a small amount of his Aura moving to the sword. That was his new blade's special ability. That was what had taken Drake so long to do. The sword was made of Blanteel steel, a rare metal found only in the valleys of Vacuo. It was a metal that absorbed Aura and needed it to prevent itself from rusting. It had no limit to its absorption, as it grew stronger over time, so the excess Aura was used.

The sword would absorb the Aura of both Naruto and his opponents, but due to Naruto's enormous reserves, and quick regeneration of Aura, it was only a disadvantage to his enemies.

The young ninja grinned. He recalled Kisame Hoshigake and his Samehada. Kakashi-sensei had told him of the abilities of the sword, and Naruto had immediately grown crazy about it. He never saw himself as a swordsman, due to the finesse and accuracy a swordsman required. But Samehada was very different from other swords. It wasn't made to cut like a surgeon's scalpel. No, the Samehada would shred its opponents to ribbons. That was something Naruto could work with.

His sword was not sentient, but it was still powerful, and with Naruto would defeat armies of Grimm.

"Why don't we take you out for a test drive, eh?"

As he walked into his training grounds, which was a large clearing near the village walls. It had a few training stumps in the middle, and their condition was evidence of Naruto's training. The ninja walked up to one and pulled his sword off of his shoulder. He held it in front of himself, before rushing forward and slashing at the dummy. The dummy's top half fell to the ground, and the lacerations seemed so brutal that had this been a real person, Naruto would have been sick. Some paper shavings littered the ground, and chunks of the wood had flown around. The blond could only watch in awe. This sword would truly be destructive.

"We will go a long way, Galuchat."

"Talking to non-sentient objects is but the first step of insanity."

'Shut up you old fox.'

But despite Kyuubi's remarks, Naruto knew that he liked the weapon. After spending an hour or so on getting used to his sword and its additional weight, he began to trudge to his apartment, this time to finally just get some rest.

As he sat on his bed and tried to just relax and fall asleep, the Kyuubi prevented him from doing so.

"Seems like someone is forgetting to do something."

It took the boy a few moments, but he realized what his tenant was talking about. He took a deep breath, and began to meditate. He saw the energy in his body, and created a separate pathway for the Semblance, just as Wokian had taught him. The Semblance came away from the Aura, and then he concentrated on joining it again, but the difficult part was that he had to re-join them at a specific ratio.

"Now remember, 70% Aura and 30% Semblance."

Naruto did his best to further divide the Semblance, so that about the amount equal to half of his Aura would deviate from the rest of the Semblance and meld with the Aura. He had been getting better, especially with Kyuubi's help.

"Just 5 more per cent, easy does it. Now, stop. That is it. Now hold out the signs for the Shadow Clone and make fifty clones."

Smoke flooded his entire apartment, and cleared to show a horde of Naruto clones.

The original couldn't stop the grin from plastering on to his face. Finally, after so many months, he was finally able to use a jutsu again. He smiled. He forgot that creating a clone felt this good. The blond sighed in satisfaction, before turning to his clones. The clones would continue to exist, for they were self sustaining once he had created them, but their chakra coils had also divided into Aura and Semblance.

"Now listen up you guys, we have a tournament coming up soon, so I need your help. I want forty of you to work on making chakra by fusing Aura and Semblance faster, and trying to hold it for longer. The rest of you go back to the training grounds and work on activating the Susanoo for longer. I don't know why I can't go further than making a skeletal upper body. Well, I'll worry about that in the morning."

With that, the Huntsman-in-training let himself fall down, and threw the covers over himself.

Naruto woke up early the next Monday, having spent the weekend working himself to the bone. Wokian had gotten him some books on swordsmanship, and given him some personal tips as well. The blond pupil had been sparring with shadow clones, and had improved in his chakra control massively in the past two days. Unfortunately, he still had no progress with his Susanoo.

Pulling himself out of bed, Naruto stepped into the bathroom and took a long, warm shower to wash away any remaining sleep. He put on his blue t-shirt, as the weather seemed fine, and quickly put on his jeans and usual jacket. After a quick bowl of warm milk and some cereal, the blond left the apartment building and headed towards the Battle Arena near the centre of the village, carrying Galuchat on his shoulder, in a way similar to how Kisame used to carry Samehada. While his match wouldn't start until the afternoon, he wanted to get a sight of dome other fights to gauge what he was up against.

The Battle Arena was a large dome like building, and reminded Naruto of the Chunin Exams Arena in Konoha. But this Arena was way more technological. It had huge holographic screens that showed the audience the fights from various angles, and there was also live commentary. Plus each seat had a cup holder.

The blond entered the coliseum to find a rather small audience cheering for the two warriors currently facing off. On one side of the field was a large, burly teenager. His short cropped sandy blond hair and the glare on his face made quite the intimidating picture, not to mention the fact that he was easily over six feet tall. Naruto may have grown, but he was still around 5 feet eight inches. The boy carried a large broadsword, that was almost five feet in length. He wore bronze armor that covered his shoulders and his chest, along with some greaves. At the moment he was using all of his strength to bring down his sword on his opponent, who was barely blocking by using his own sword. The second fighter had long black hair that fell to his shoulders, and held two hunting knives in his hands. He wore leather armor on his upper body, and seemed to be giving under the immense pressure of his opponent. But just as it seemed as if his loss was assured, he quickly stepped to the side, allowing the larger man to fall forward. Before the broadsword wielding competitor could turn around, he dealt a barrage of kicks to his back, and finished by punching him in the back. Lightning crackled through his arm and shocked the tall man, frying his nerves and burning his clothes.

Naruto remained standing, slightly shocked at the brutality, but hey, he was the one wielding a portable human shredder. He assumed that the lightning punch had been something related to the leather laden teen's Semblance.

The shorter man walked off the field as the defeated one was carried away by some medics who were followed by sobbing relatives. The commentators began shouting out their views of the match, and announced the names of the next competitors.

It continued like this for the next several hours, with some matches lasting longer than others. It was a rare occasion if a Semblance was used, and Naruto realized that while good, none of the competitors so far would be able to beat him. It was possible that they were still hiding their true strength, but the blond still felt that way. He had gotten some nachos and cheese, one of his new favorite foods, along with a grape soda for lunch. He had dozed off for a little bit, but that was easily rectified when his neighbour woke him up to ask him if he could stop snoring.

By now Naruto was quite bored. All these fights, and all he could do was sit and watch. It was killing him! He sighed as yet another match ended, a rather short and boring one, and one-sided as well. The victor walked out of the arena with a smirk on his face that reminded Naruto of Neji, all pompous and proud. The blond put his head down and tried to tune out the blaring commentary.

"And for the next match, we have Fuchsia Fargoh, who will going up against Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze! Will both contestants make their way to the stadium floor please!"

'Great, two more idiots having a go at each other. I swear- wait, that was me!'

Author's Note :

Hello guys and gals! Here's chapter 9!

So I want to clear up some things.

1) Naruto trains with his clones most of the time, instead of just sending them off.

2) The sword is not a complete rip-off of Samehada. More on this will be revealed.

3) I've already told you that Naruto is gonna be OP.

4) I will not reveal the harem. You will just have to read the rest to find out.

I think that's all. Other than that, I think this was my longest chapter.

Well, that is a wrap, see you guys next time. Feel free to PM if you have any questions or if you just want some conversation.

Peace Out

Kofukuna Shi no Kami