NARUTO
Chapter one THE DEMON DRAGON:part one
Years ago a demonic fox spirit had irked the lands of the konohagakure shinobi.
The ninjas fought together to rid themselves of the demon fox, but they were no match
against the demons earth shattering power. Thus their valiant efforts weren't in vein, their
savior, hokage the fourth lord of the dancing flames, sealed the demon in a bondage that
caused it to be vanquished at last.
15 years from that day life goes on for the ninjas, but legend speaks of unruliness
that will plague them all once again, this time the fox spirit is vital to the survival of all.
***********************************************************************
In the land of tree and leafs everything stands firm, but there is always a
disturbance that causes the trees to shake and leafs to rustle. In this inevitable day of
reckoning a lone man is set in the thick scenery of trees.
A vary strong structured ninja walks his casual stride alongside the tree-lined
path. Though he bears an attire of a normal looking ninja, his caliber far excels that of a
normal one. To be more exact he is a Jo'nin, an elite ninja. His headband carries the
insignia of the tree and leaf village, but due to his headbands aged state many could tell
he's been through plenty of battles.
He wears his headband with unusual style, a little tilted to the left covering his left
eye, and a mouth guard halfway passed his nose. His head was bent downward toward a
small thin book, which easily fit in the palm of his hands. This elite ninja paid the path no
mind and revert his eyes on the small book in his hand.
He let out a brief chuckle indicating his amusement over the literature. His
Coordination, set only on the book, still seemed to help him carry out a walk down the
path.
Small specks of light tried its best to enter the canopy of trees above him, but the
thicket was to great. Tree branches formed an arch like alignment above the path, though
barely any light could breach through, still sunlight gave a clear luster path.
Wind whispered its song making trees shake and leafs rustle.
He was finally exiting the wooden terrain, the light gleamed more as he neared the plain
to sunlight and left the tree hugging turf. With a subtle slam, he shut his book, breathing
in the newly arrived air of outside atmosphere.
Suddenly two wind forces hit him, both from opposite directions. Left and right
they had came, and having been through many conflicts, this elite ninja expected
anything beyond expectations. He carefully placed his book in his pouch, which always
was carried on the back of his waist, and looked straight ahead with a glance of the
utmost pensive.
His piercing eyes stayed idle but they soon widened as a lone traveler came down
the long grassy field. It was a young boy with hair of a raven hue which hung over his
face merely covering up his pale immobile facial appearance.
The boy's eyes pierced at the elite ninja, yet the ninja gave no response to the boy,
he was transfixed upon his forehead which wielded a shinobi headband. The young male
lugged a travel bag upon his back; it looked over his weight yet the boy walked firm. He
had finally stopped his approach towards the elite ninja and stood three feet from him.
His eyes stared pensive on the boy's forehead; it filled him with unanswered questions.
The fact that a young boy being a ninja didn't perplex him, the symbol on the
headband did. It was a sign from a village unheard of from him; it puzzled the ninja,
could this boy be a lost ninja.
" Pardon me, could you by any chance be a lost shinobi?" the ninja questioned, his
eye now reverted to the boy's immobile expression. The young boy just stood there
motionless, he stared one last time until he finally took off his backpack. The bag fell
with an immense sound that rattle every rock from its place.
" Is that un insult?" the boy said infuriated. " What's that s'pose to mean, that a
young kid like me can't coordinate through the wilderness?" he utter with anger yet his
pale face showed no result of it.
" I didn't mean to rattle you, I meant it as a figure of speech" the elite ninja put
his hands in front of him trying to ease the kid down.
" YOU'LL REGRET CALLING ME THAT!" the boy yelled exasperated.
"What did I get myself into? Now I'm stuck with an immature wannabe ninja, why
couldn't I just have kept reading 'make-out paradise"
The boy clashed his two fists together disturbing the ninjas self-scolding.
It took him by surprise when the boy started to coordinate his fingers in movements that
indicated an art of ninjutsu.
Wolffoxvixencrowraventigermonkeyheron-----
The boys voice echoed loudly as birds flew out their nests in fear. The elite ninja
was taken aback " WHAT? That's the art of bereavement, and he stopped right in the
middle of it, but if he did finish, he'd need enough chikara to do it."
The elite ninja enhanced his guard, reading himself just in case.
" Kakashi of the sharingan eye, am I correct?" the boy stood stiff with his palms
together but his fingers arched out. The elite ninja knew the answer to that but he wasn't
sure how the kid knew he was kakashi.
" If so I am, what does it concern such a genin?" Kakashi smirked under his mask.
The boy glared at him, but stood as stagnant as a statue.
" I'm no low level ninja, I'm a Jonin, just like you Kakashi of the sharingan eye"
The boy's face shined with a subtle glow of confidence. That reply shocked Kakashi; he
took a deep chuckle out loud furthering the boys pale anger.
" A jonin is an elite shinobi, you on the other are merely a genin, a low ranked
ninja." Kakashi sighed a sigh of concern " if I were you, I'd watch out before I get hurt
trying to perform a high level of ninjutsu" Kakashi's words of wisdom didn't seem to
penetrate the boys skull, but the words struck the boy like a gigantic prick.
" Lets see who's the one who can perform a high level ninjustsu" the boy
challenged Kakashi while still holding his hands in poise.
" The sharigan eye Kakashi, use it or die!" the boys threat barely fazed Kakashi.
Kakashi now also stood equilibrium to the boy, his body motionless, his hands to his
sides, and his eyes still pensive as usual.
A smirk finally surfaced on the boys face as Kakashi finally grabbed his headband
and lifted it from its tilted position. His left eye gleamed with malevolent obscurity as the
mirror-wheel eye pierced through the young boy.
"I'm not doing this out of fear, but merely out of the duties of being an instructor,
I must teach you never to play with fire" Kakashi penetrated his body and soul, studying
him like an open scroll, but something made Kakashi fall to his knees.
His eyes were now leveled with the ground, his sweaty palms placed hard on the
grassy turf. Kakashi breathed intensely, his lungs were heavy within his chest, and his
heart beat like stampeding bulls.
" What did---you do?" Kakashi inhaled and exhaled.
" Get up, you merely got over powered from the weight of my chikara" the boy said
gleefully but failed once again to show it.
Kakashi put a hand on his upright knee giving him leverage to stand. He
staggered but got his center of balance back.
"This boy's no joke, I got to be alert!" Kakashi thought sternly and positioned his
eye to start the mirror movement.
Wolffoxvixencrowraventigermonkeyheron----
Kakashi's hands now stood equivalent to the boys. His eye shone with success as
he had mirrored the boy.
" Your move" Kakashi suggested.
" Okay now, make sure you keep up with me" the boy exclaimed. The boy's image was
clearly luminous through Kakashi's eyes, but that was the problem it was two bright.
The boy's subtle aura blinded him, Kakashi tried valiantly to sustain view of the boy, but
he, somehow, was out of reach. Kakashi could here the ninjutsu starting to be recited and
he too found him self intuitionally performing it also.
------Cranefalconpigsnakehorseborehog------
-----Cranefalconpigsnakehorseborehog-----
But Kakashi started to sweat; his sharingan eye couldn't keep up with the boy.
Before Kakashi could even imitate his final completion, the boy had recited it before him.
---------DRAGONCLAW---------
Those words echoed in Kakashi's head as the Ninjustsu finally erupted.
The clouds converted to a black tint and swirled like tornadoes in midair. Lightning and
thunder ruptured everywhere, causing Kakashi to tremble with suspense and fear. His
knees felt weak and his head filtered with air.
A squall of wind distorted everything; Kakashi put his arm in front of his head as
the wind forced him backward. He tumbled to the ground and skid along the field, feeling
the immense power of the ninjustsu.
Kakashi grabbed the ground for restraint and his already tilted hairdo became
untidier along the violent wind. Thunder shook everything, rocks and boulders thrown
effortlessly by the ruthless wind, and lightning crashed around, barely missing him.
" Remember this name Kakashi of the sharingan eye, I'm Koji from the sacred
moon clan!!"
The boy exclaimed as the finale of his ninjustsu finally came to pass.
A gap in the cloudy sky arisen, unleashing a melee of terror.
A shadowy figure reflected off of kakashi's eyes. He had finally been defeated, he
felt the figure gloom over him, but like all ninjas, Kakashi was ready to decease at any
given moment. A massive explosion of sound shook the plains like an earthquake.
Collateral damage of trees and torn earth flew everywhere, alongside with the cry of
Kakashi.
Chapter one THE DEMON DRAGON:part one
Years ago a demonic fox spirit had irked the lands of the konohagakure shinobi.
The ninjas fought together to rid themselves of the demon fox, but they were no match
against the demons earth shattering power. Thus their valiant efforts weren't in vein, their
savior, hokage the fourth lord of the dancing flames, sealed the demon in a bondage that
caused it to be vanquished at last.
15 years from that day life goes on for the ninjas, but legend speaks of unruliness
that will plague them all once again, this time the fox spirit is vital to the survival of all.
***********************************************************************
In the land of tree and leafs everything stands firm, but there is always a
disturbance that causes the trees to shake and leafs to rustle. In this inevitable day of
reckoning a lone man is set in the thick scenery of trees.
A vary strong structured ninja walks his casual stride alongside the tree-lined
path. Though he bears an attire of a normal looking ninja, his caliber far excels that of a
normal one. To be more exact he is a Jo'nin, an elite ninja. His headband carries the
insignia of the tree and leaf village, but due to his headbands aged state many could tell
he's been through plenty of battles.
He wears his headband with unusual style, a little tilted to the left covering his left
eye, and a mouth guard halfway passed his nose. His head was bent downward toward a
small thin book, which easily fit in the palm of his hands. This elite ninja paid the path no
mind and revert his eyes on the small book in his hand.
He let out a brief chuckle indicating his amusement over the literature. His
Coordination, set only on the book, still seemed to help him carry out a walk down the
path.
Small specks of light tried its best to enter the canopy of trees above him, but the
thicket was to great. Tree branches formed an arch like alignment above the path, though
barely any light could breach through, still sunlight gave a clear luster path.
Wind whispered its song making trees shake and leafs rustle.
He was finally exiting the wooden terrain, the light gleamed more as he neared the plain
to sunlight and left the tree hugging turf. With a subtle slam, he shut his book, breathing
in the newly arrived air of outside atmosphere.
Suddenly two wind forces hit him, both from opposite directions. Left and right
they had came, and having been through many conflicts, this elite ninja expected
anything beyond expectations. He carefully placed his book in his pouch, which always
was carried on the back of his waist, and looked straight ahead with a glance of the
utmost pensive.
His piercing eyes stayed idle but they soon widened as a lone traveler came down
the long grassy field. It was a young boy with hair of a raven hue which hung over his
face merely covering up his pale immobile facial appearance.
The boy's eyes pierced at the elite ninja, yet the ninja gave no response to the boy,
he was transfixed upon his forehead which wielded a shinobi headband. The young male
lugged a travel bag upon his back; it looked over his weight yet the boy walked firm. He
had finally stopped his approach towards the elite ninja and stood three feet from him.
His eyes stared pensive on the boy's forehead; it filled him with unanswered questions.
The fact that a young boy being a ninja didn't perplex him, the symbol on the
headband did. It was a sign from a village unheard of from him; it puzzled the ninja,
could this boy be a lost ninja.
" Pardon me, could you by any chance be a lost shinobi?" the ninja questioned, his
eye now reverted to the boy's immobile expression. The young boy just stood there
motionless, he stared one last time until he finally took off his backpack. The bag fell
with an immense sound that rattle every rock from its place.
" Is that un insult?" the boy said infuriated. " What's that s'pose to mean, that a
young kid like me can't coordinate through the wilderness?" he utter with anger yet his
pale face showed no result of it.
" I didn't mean to rattle you, I meant it as a figure of speech" the elite ninja put
his hands in front of him trying to ease the kid down.
" YOU'LL REGRET CALLING ME THAT!" the boy yelled exasperated.
"What did I get myself into? Now I'm stuck with an immature wannabe ninja, why
couldn't I just have kept reading 'make-out paradise"
The boy clashed his two fists together disturbing the ninjas self-scolding.
It took him by surprise when the boy started to coordinate his fingers in movements that
indicated an art of ninjutsu.
Wolffoxvixencrowraventigermonkeyheron-----
The boys voice echoed loudly as birds flew out their nests in fear. The elite ninja
was taken aback " WHAT? That's the art of bereavement, and he stopped right in the
middle of it, but if he did finish, he'd need enough chikara to do it."
The elite ninja enhanced his guard, reading himself just in case.
" Kakashi of the sharingan eye, am I correct?" the boy stood stiff with his palms
together but his fingers arched out. The elite ninja knew the answer to that but he wasn't
sure how the kid knew he was kakashi.
" If so I am, what does it concern such a genin?" Kakashi smirked under his mask.
The boy glared at him, but stood as stagnant as a statue.
" I'm no low level ninja, I'm a Jonin, just like you Kakashi of the sharingan eye"
The boy's face shined with a subtle glow of confidence. That reply shocked Kakashi; he
took a deep chuckle out loud furthering the boys pale anger.
" A jonin is an elite shinobi, you on the other are merely a genin, a low ranked
ninja." Kakashi sighed a sigh of concern " if I were you, I'd watch out before I get hurt
trying to perform a high level of ninjutsu" Kakashi's words of wisdom didn't seem to
penetrate the boys skull, but the words struck the boy like a gigantic prick.
" Lets see who's the one who can perform a high level ninjustsu" the boy
challenged Kakashi while still holding his hands in poise.
" The sharigan eye Kakashi, use it or die!" the boys threat barely fazed Kakashi.
Kakashi now also stood equilibrium to the boy, his body motionless, his hands to his
sides, and his eyes still pensive as usual.
A smirk finally surfaced on the boys face as Kakashi finally grabbed his headband
and lifted it from its tilted position. His left eye gleamed with malevolent obscurity as the
mirror-wheel eye pierced through the young boy.
"I'm not doing this out of fear, but merely out of the duties of being an instructor,
I must teach you never to play with fire" Kakashi penetrated his body and soul, studying
him like an open scroll, but something made Kakashi fall to his knees.
His eyes were now leveled with the ground, his sweaty palms placed hard on the
grassy turf. Kakashi breathed intensely, his lungs were heavy within his chest, and his
heart beat like stampeding bulls.
" What did---you do?" Kakashi inhaled and exhaled.
" Get up, you merely got over powered from the weight of my chikara" the boy said
gleefully but failed once again to show it.
Kakashi put a hand on his upright knee giving him leverage to stand. He
staggered but got his center of balance back.
"This boy's no joke, I got to be alert!" Kakashi thought sternly and positioned his
eye to start the mirror movement.
Wolffoxvixencrowraventigermonkeyheron----
Kakashi's hands now stood equivalent to the boys. His eye shone with success as
he had mirrored the boy.
" Your move" Kakashi suggested.
" Okay now, make sure you keep up with me" the boy exclaimed. The boy's image was
clearly luminous through Kakashi's eyes, but that was the problem it was two bright.
The boy's subtle aura blinded him, Kakashi tried valiantly to sustain view of the boy, but
he, somehow, was out of reach. Kakashi could here the ninjutsu starting to be recited and
he too found him self intuitionally performing it also.
------Cranefalconpigsnakehorseborehog------
-----Cranefalconpigsnakehorseborehog-----
But Kakashi started to sweat; his sharingan eye couldn't keep up with the boy.
Before Kakashi could even imitate his final completion, the boy had recited it before him.
---------DRAGONCLAW---------
Those words echoed in Kakashi's head as the Ninjustsu finally erupted.
The clouds converted to a black tint and swirled like tornadoes in midair. Lightning and
thunder ruptured everywhere, causing Kakashi to tremble with suspense and fear. His
knees felt weak and his head filtered with air.
A squall of wind distorted everything; Kakashi put his arm in front of his head as
the wind forced him backward. He tumbled to the ground and skid along the field, feeling
the immense power of the ninjustsu.
Kakashi grabbed the ground for restraint and his already tilted hairdo became
untidier along the violent wind. Thunder shook everything, rocks and boulders thrown
effortlessly by the ruthless wind, and lightning crashed around, barely missing him.
" Remember this name Kakashi of the sharingan eye, I'm Koji from the sacred
moon clan!!"
The boy exclaimed as the finale of his ninjustsu finally came to pass.
A gap in the cloudy sky arisen, unleashing a melee of terror.
A shadowy figure reflected off of kakashi's eyes. He had finally been defeated, he
felt the figure gloom over him, but like all ninjas, Kakashi was ready to decease at any
given moment. A massive explosion of sound shook the plains like an earthquake.
Collateral damage of trees and torn earth flew everywhere, alongside with the cry of
Kakashi.