DISCLAIMER: It's in my bio.
OP
"Twlang."
The metal had broken, the blade had broken. Yet it regrew as if the metal had a life of it's own.
The air, the forest, the clouds all zoomed by, and yet their fight have yet to end. No air could delay them, no forest could stand in their path, and no cloud could bing it to a halt.
Their swords grinded as they meet, and every second of grinding sends forth fire and ice, light and shadow. The forest around them is merely a piece of paper, that will soon be stained in fire, ice, and perhaps blood.
The two figures, one dark and one white sped through the forests like a blur, and often, the trees caught in between them will be slashed down to empty nothings by crescent lights. They sped on, and the darker figure repayed the favor with black energies of his own, and they laid waste to the leaves, and the trunks and branches rot as if life was drained out.
Then, they both closed in. The forests was silenced by a loud roar of thunder, and the thunder that gathered where the two blades met soon widened it's range. Slowly, the grey energies seemed to drain all color from the trees, as if it was from an old black and white movie, and soon, even gravity lost it's grip on the trees. The trees floated up, and so did the soil and sand, rock and pebbles.
Darkened the two powers did, as if each going to it's pole. The lighter side of white on one, and the darker side of black on the other. It was soon followed by the flashes of light and shadow, and all leaves around them withered into dust.
Six minutes, and the range of the grey thunders encompassed the whole forest and the sky. No more color, no more vivid lights. Only light, and shadow, the world view through greyscale.
Yet in the powers' core, an odd power arised, and it was made of a swirl of many colors, a rainbow, no for it had more colors than a rainbow, a small circular cauldron of constantly merging and dividing colors. It was color, at the heart of the endless shade of grey. Magic in science, the ice in the fire.
Then, the whole place seemed to flip, as if the elements themselves have changed it's attribute. What was white, became black, while what was black became white; then at the meeting point of the two blades, the color expanded, and expanded, and expanded some more.
The expansion of color accelerated as it increased, restoring color to the leaves, giving hue to the sky, giving life into the world around them.
IIIIIIIII
Sorry, had to try something there. Give me a review on that chappie above, and how does it rank as a fight scene. Places to improve on, too! I need practice on my action scenes.... So sorry if that part seemed.... weird.
Here's the real chapter.
I
Naruto looked around the place with his acute ears trained through meditation and practice, searching the land for the slightest trace of enemies, the faintest scent of opposition in the barren expanse of Stone. This is his first trip to stone, and from what he could see, Stone is a stalwart fortress indeed, and also an architectural miracle of sorts, because it stood between two cliffs, and below it ran a large river that soon led to a waterfall. It is a wondrous sight, and Naruto could imagine the joy of the Tsuchikage staring at the falls every day. Perhaps the falls is a monument, the same way the four sculptures of Konoha are.
The stone walls of the city is manned by guards, and from the amount of guards, it would almost seem that the entire nation is mobilizing for some form of war.
"So many guards, I wonder what is the occasion." He wondered, but then, his sight shifted to once more admire the beauty of the falls, the life that is in the gushing waters. It would have been perfect, if not for the sparse vegetation.
Itachi answered, almost instantanously. "They've been like this for a long time."
Naruto searched the his surroundings again, hoping to find a trace of a suspecting enemy, if any. Then, he shifted his vision onto the town again, and the people of the town were like many others too, oblivious to the great peril around them, and probably have a certain hatred for special people, like Konoha. 'Damn. I should stop making assumptions.' Naruto thought.
Kyubi chuckled, "That human mentality is still in you. That's why they say once a human, most likely will remain a human." Naruto could tell that Kyubi chose his words carefully, because Kagizume once was a human. In a way, he was thankful that Kagizume had chosen to stay inside him, because he presence had greased Naruto and Kyubi's relationship in a way. Then, his sight shifted to pinpoint the very building that they were targeting.
Then, they vanished when the dusty wind swept through the plateau.
Stepping silently at the cobblestone floor, the blonde quickly used his senses to track everything in the near vicinity, and he was soon joined by both Itachi and Kisame. Naruto smirked somewhat when they arrived, and they only look surprised. 'Hah. They don't know everything about me yet...' Then, he continued his tracing, and he found nothing. Except unsuspecting citizens who did not possess any mastery over the art of the ninja.
Then, they sped off, as fast as their feet could take them, and as stealthy as their body would allow. The buildings around them blurred, and so did everything else, while adrenalin of some sort rushed through his body.
Naruto consciously scanned his surroundings again, and he found nothing once more.
Kagizume interrupted that second, "Don't trust your senses so much yet, it is still not very accurate and powerful."
'Yeah. I know.' Naruto replied.
The large tower was unassuming, and it takes on the dark red color of the canyon and the rocks that form it, somehow, it evokes the memories of blood. Red, must be the color red.
Enterring the tower was for some unknown reason, awfully easy.
Naruto looked around the dimly lit room, and he could see the faint traces of people.
"Shit." He thought.
Then. a rain of kunai came on them. Itachi immediately vanished in a cloud of smoke, while Kisame blocked the kunais with his large blade. But Naruto rushed to the cabinets to avoid the kunais, and somehow, he recalled the training he had back at the monastery. But they were not allowed peace, because a few ninjas appeared to continue the attacks, and chain after chain of punches, kicks and swipes caused Kisame to retreat somewhat.
Amongst the shadows, he came out, a person with a large hat.
"Tsuchikage!" Kisame exclaimed.
Itachi, aware of the presence of the highly ranked ninja, felt slightly uncomfortable. 'This was a trap.' He jumped sideways to avoid an offensive wind jutsu, and jumped upwards to avoid another jutsu. In a way, Itachi wasn't allowed the chance to actually even activate his Mangekyou Sharingan.
Four ninjas appeared in front of Naruto, and they attacked him ruthlessly. Their blades continued to slice through the air, and jutsu after jutsu forced Naruto to run.
He stared at the four attacking ninjas, and he knew that they were at least chuunin. 'Shit.'
A horizontal swipe came from one of the ninjas. But it found a small log attached with explosive tags, and a large explosion blasted that ninja back. All the while, the Tsuchikage watched them, and he seemed pretty confident in the abilities of his ninja. Why shouldn't he?
Eventually, Naruto noticed that both Itachi and Kisame are out of sight, and he could not feel their presence. 'Damn. Where the hell are they?' Then, the three remaining ninjas resumed their attack, swipe after swipe all directed at causing some sort of harm to the blonde.
His vision kept scouting the surroundings, while his feet kept moving, jumping from one place to another at a pace slower that the three ninjas. 'Shit. I can't keep up like this...'
Then, he saw the Tsuchikage blurred, and then, he no longer saw anything, but the darkness of sleep.
II
Treading through his mind, and for some reason, the walls were no longer bare. There was excessive vines, trees and palms in the once empty labyrinths, and he could smell their jungle fagrance, his hands could feel their thick texture and form.
"Where the hell am I?"
Kagizume appeared, but he wasn't like the thorn covered warrior he first was seen as. Instead, he wore an elaborate set of clothing, as if there was a ceremony or some sort. A long dark green cloak gave him a more regal aura of authority, whereas the wooden staff he held on his left hand emanated some form of wisdom. Perhaps again, it is his own perception.
The reborn grinned, and he soon found a reply. "This is the part of your mind that I have made my own."
"Huh?" Naruto asked, somewhat confused. But then, he never really took the effort to walk through the visages of his mind, anyway.
"Different, isn't it? A reborn that enters the body of another could easily hijack the mind of his hosts, provided his host is weak." Kagizume spoke, but he also knew that Naruto might feel afraid of the implications.
"Hijack? You mean you can just..."
"Isn't that how I took control of your body?"
"...I will pursue this matter later." Naruto replied, then he sunk into some thought. "What actually happened?"
"The man you call the Tsuchikage made you unconscious, through a set of accurately placed attacks."
Naruto sighed, "I am not at their level yet, but one day..."
"I admire your determination, but determination alone will bring nothing without action." He replied. "And you will be waking up soon. Kyubi had sent some chakra to heal you."
"Ah... I see."
Then, a large light brightened the room.
III
Light, ephemeral yet all important to life, filtered through the soft curtains. Air, dry and irritating, and yet without it, life would not take place.
Tsunade glanced out of the windows, and into the streets where life as it is known, takes place. Then, she shifted her sight back to the papers in front of her once more, and she left out a breath of discomfort. Mustering all the willpower and academic intellect that is within her, she began to read the documents. After a while, she looked at the just entered forms of the jounins.
"Hokage-sama, what is it you want to know?" Gai asked.
"How is our genin and chuunins doing?" She asked.
Gai flashed his trademarked pose again, then, "They are developing well."
"Would they stand a chance against the Sound's higher ranked ninjas?"
Kakashi and Kurenai replied immediately, "Most of them, no. But Neji and Lee would."
"How long before the rest could catch up?"
"A few months, or never at all." This time, Asuma did the answering.
Tsunade sighed, "Any reports from Shino?"
"Well, he is currently in a village near the country of Storm." (not a new village, just an ordinary good olde village.) Kurenai answered.
"Well, you people can leave, and get back to work." Tsunade ordered, and the jounins left.
When they are all out, she stared out the window once more, and this time, her eyes were on the sky and the clouds within it. Such innocence is lacking nowadays, and what a world it would be if there was such innocence once more. Then, her eyes returned to the piles of paperwork by her desk.
IV
Storm. Wonder why they gave it such a turbulent name, when the village is tranquil and peaceful. Such violent names do not fit the peace of this place, or does it?
Shino peered through his black glasses at the travel guide.
"Locust storms often ravage the northern lands, and like a hurricane, it destroys crops, lives, and hopes. From these storms came the name of the nation, Storm. Not a wind storm, but a storm of locusts, a storm more dangerous that a gust of wind, a storm that could not be avoided." Shino could have sworn that he would be screaming in happiness if he knew he would be staring a great swarm of locusts right in the eye. Maybe not.
He then walked over to a villager tending happily to his dog.
"Where are the locusts?" He asked.
The villager seemed upset and sad the moment he said that, but he replied out of courtesy. "They come every fall, a....a...few.. days from now."
"Thank you." Shino answered, and he stared at his bag.
'Let's catch some locusts. I'll see how powerful they are...' Then, he began unpacking his net and bug-catching set.
(I owe him a part)
Anyway, thanks if you read it until here.
OP
"Twlang."
The metal had broken, the blade had broken. Yet it regrew as if the metal had a life of it's own.
The air, the forest, the clouds all zoomed by, and yet their fight have yet to end. No air could delay them, no forest could stand in their path, and no cloud could bing it to a halt.
Their swords grinded as they meet, and every second of grinding sends forth fire and ice, light and shadow. The forest around them is merely a piece of paper, that will soon be stained in fire, ice, and perhaps blood.
The two figures, one dark and one white sped through the forests like a blur, and often, the trees caught in between them will be slashed down to empty nothings by crescent lights. They sped on, and the darker figure repayed the favor with black energies of his own, and they laid waste to the leaves, and the trunks and branches rot as if life was drained out.
Then, they both closed in. The forests was silenced by a loud roar of thunder, and the thunder that gathered where the two blades met soon widened it's range. Slowly, the grey energies seemed to drain all color from the trees, as if it was from an old black and white movie, and soon, even gravity lost it's grip on the trees. The trees floated up, and so did the soil and sand, rock and pebbles.
Darkened the two powers did, as if each going to it's pole. The lighter side of white on one, and the darker side of black on the other. It was soon followed by the flashes of light and shadow, and all leaves around them withered into dust.
Six minutes, and the range of the grey thunders encompassed the whole forest and the sky. No more color, no more vivid lights. Only light, and shadow, the world view through greyscale.
Yet in the powers' core, an odd power arised, and it was made of a swirl of many colors, a rainbow, no for it had more colors than a rainbow, a small circular cauldron of constantly merging and dividing colors. It was color, at the heart of the endless shade of grey. Magic in science, the ice in the fire.
Then, the whole place seemed to flip, as if the elements themselves have changed it's attribute. What was white, became black, while what was black became white; then at the meeting point of the two blades, the color expanded, and expanded, and expanded some more.
The expansion of color accelerated as it increased, restoring color to the leaves, giving hue to the sky, giving life into the world around them.
IIIIIIIII
Sorry, had to try something there. Give me a review on that chappie above, and how does it rank as a fight scene. Places to improve on, too! I need practice on my action scenes.... So sorry if that part seemed.... weird.
Here's the real chapter.
I
Naruto looked around the place with his acute ears trained through meditation and practice, searching the land for the slightest trace of enemies, the faintest scent of opposition in the barren expanse of Stone. This is his first trip to stone, and from what he could see, Stone is a stalwart fortress indeed, and also an architectural miracle of sorts, because it stood between two cliffs, and below it ran a large river that soon led to a waterfall. It is a wondrous sight, and Naruto could imagine the joy of the Tsuchikage staring at the falls every day. Perhaps the falls is a monument, the same way the four sculptures of Konoha are.
The stone walls of the city is manned by guards, and from the amount of guards, it would almost seem that the entire nation is mobilizing for some form of war.
"So many guards, I wonder what is the occasion." He wondered, but then, his sight shifted to once more admire the beauty of the falls, the life that is in the gushing waters. It would have been perfect, if not for the sparse vegetation.
Itachi answered, almost instantanously. "They've been like this for a long time."
Naruto searched the his surroundings again, hoping to find a trace of a suspecting enemy, if any. Then, he shifted his vision onto the town again, and the people of the town were like many others too, oblivious to the great peril around them, and probably have a certain hatred for special people, like Konoha. 'Damn. I should stop making assumptions.' Naruto thought.
Kyubi chuckled, "That human mentality is still in you. That's why they say once a human, most likely will remain a human." Naruto could tell that Kyubi chose his words carefully, because Kagizume once was a human. In a way, he was thankful that Kagizume had chosen to stay inside him, because he presence had greased Naruto and Kyubi's relationship in a way. Then, his sight shifted to pinpoint the very building that they were targeting.
Then, they vanished when the dusty wind swept through the plateau.
Stepping silently at the cobblestone floor, the blonde quickly used his senses to track everything in the near vicinity, and he was soon joined by both Itachi and Kisame. Naruto smirked somewhat when they arrived, and they only look surprised. 'Hah. They don't know everything about me yet...' Then, he continued his tracing, and he found nothing. Except unsuspecting citizens who did not possess any mastery over the art of the ninja.
Then, they sped off, as fast as their feet could take them, and as stealthy as their body would allow. The buildings around them blurred, and so did everything else, while adrenalin of some sort rushed through his body.
Naruto consciously scanned his surroundings again, and he found nothing once more.
Kagizume interrupted that second, "Don't trust your senses so much yet, it is still not very accurate and powerful."
'Yeah. I know.' Naruto replied.
The large tower was unassuming, and it takes on the dark red color of the canyon and the rocks that form it, somehow, it evokes the memories of blood. Red, must be the color red.
Enterring the tower was for some unknown reason, awfully easy.
Naruto looked around the dimly lit room, and he could see the faint traces of people.
"Shit." He thought.
Then. a rain of kunai came on them. Itachi immediately vanished in a cloud of smoke, while Kisame blocked the kunais with his large blade. But Naruto rushed to the cabinets to avoid the kunais, and somehow, he recalled the training he had back at the monastery. But they were not allowed peace, because a few ninjas appeared to continue the attacks, and chain after chain of punches, kicks and swipes caused Kisame to retreat somewhat.
Amongst the shadows, he came out, a person with a large hat.
"Tsuchikage!" Kisame exclaimed.
Itachi, aware of the presence of the highly ranked ninja, felt slightly uncomfortable. 'This was a trap.' He jumped sideways to avoid an offensive wind jutsu, and jumped upwards to avoid another jutsu. In a way, Itachi wasn't allowed the chance to actually even activate his Mangekyou Sharingan.
Four ninjas appeared in front of Naruto, and they attacked him ruthlessly. Their blades continued to slice through the air, and jutsu after jutsu forced Naruto to run.
He stared at the four attacking ninjas, and he knew that they were at least chuunin. 'Shit.'
A horizontal swipe came from one of the ninjas. But it found a small log attached with explosive tags, and a large explosion blasted that ninja back. All the while, the Tsuchikage watched them, and he seemed pretty confident in the abilities of his ninja. Why shouldn't he?
Eventually, Naruto noticed that both Itachi and Kisame are out of sight, and he could not feel their presence. 'Damn. Where the hell are they?' Then, the three remaining ninjas resumed their attack, swipe after swipe all directed at causing some sort of harm to the blonde.
His vision kept scouting the surroundings, while his feet kept moving, jumping from one place to another at a pace slower that the three ninjas. 'Shit. I can't keep up like this...'
Then, he saw the Tsuchikage blurred, and then, he no longer saw anything, but the darkness of sleep.
II
Treading through his mind, and for some reason, the walls were no longer bare. There was excessive vines, trees and palms in the once empty labyrinths, and he could smell their jungle fagrance, his hands could feel their thick texture and form.
"Where the hell am I?"
Kagizume appeared, but he wasn't like the thorn covered warrior he first was seen as. Instead, he wore an elaborate set of clothing, as if there was a ceremony or some sort. A long dark green cloak gave him a more regal aura of authority, whereas the wooden staff he held on his left hand emanated some form of wisdom. Perhaps again, it is his own perception.
The reborn grinned, and he soon found a reply. "This is the part of your mind that I have made my own."
"Huh?" Naruto asked, somewhat confused. But then, he never really took the effort to walk through the visages of his mind, anyway.
"Different, isn't it? A reborn that enters the body of another could easily hijack the mind of his hosts, provided his host is weak." Kagizume spoke, but he also knew that Naruto might feel afraid of the implications.
"Hijack? You mean you can just..."
"Isn't that how I took control of your body?"
"...I will pursue this matter later." Naruto replied, then he sunk into some thought. "What actually happened?"
"The man you call the Tsuchikage made you unconscious, through a set of accurately placed attacks."
Naruto sighed, "I am not at their level yet, but one day..."
"I admire your determination, but determination alone will bring nothing without action." He replied. "And you will be waking up soon. Kyubi had sent some chakra to heal you."
"Ah... I see."
Then, a large light brightened the room.
III
Light, ephemeral yet all important to life, filtered through the soft curtains. Air, dry and irritating, and yet without it, life would not take place.
Tsunade glanced out of the windows, and into the streets where life as it is known, takes place. Then, she shifted her sight back to the papers in front of her once more, and she left out a breath of discomfort. Mustering all the willpower and academic intellect that is within her, she began to read the documents. After a while, she looked at the just entered forms of the jounins.
"Hokage-sama, what is it you want to know?" Gai asked.
"How is our genin and chuunins doing?" She asked.
Gai flashed his trademarked pose again, then, "They are developing well."
"Would they stand a chance against the Sound's higher ranked ninjas?"
Kakashi and Kurenai replied immediately, "Most of them, no. But Neji and Lee would."
"How long before the rest could catch up?"
"A few months, or never at all." This time, Asuma did the answering.
Tsunade sighed, "Any reports from Shino?"
"Well, he is currently in a village near the country of Storm." (not a new village, just an ordinary good olde village.) Kurenai answered.
"Well, you people can leave, and get back to work." Tsunade ordered, and the jounins left.
When they are all out, she stared out the window once more, and this time, her eyes were on the sky and the clouds within it. Such innocence is lacking nowadays, and what a world it would be if there was such innocence once more. Then, her eyes returned to the piles of paperwork by her desk.
IV
Storm. Wonder why they gave it such a turbulent name, when the village is tranquil and peaceful. Such violent names do not fit the peace of this place, or does it?
Shino peered through his black glasses at the travel guide.
"Locust storms often ravage the northern lands, and like a hurricane, it destroys crops, lives, and hopes. From these storms came the name of the nation, Storm. Not a wind storm, but a storm of locusts, a storm more dangerous that a gust of wind, a storm that could not be avoided." Shino could have sworn that he would be screaming in happiness if he knew he would be staring a great swarm of locusts right in the eye. Maybe not.
He then walked over to a villager tending happily to his dog.
"Where are the locusts?" He asked.
The villager seemed upset and sad the moment he said that, but he replied out of courtesy. "They come every fall, a....a...few.. days from now."
"Thank you." Shino answered, and he stared at his bag.
'Let's catch some locusts. I'll see how powerful they are...' Then, he began unpacking his net and bug-catching set.
(I owe him a part)
Anyway, thanks if you read it until here.