Based on a roleplaying game conducted by a friend of mine by the name of Rafael dos Anjos(AKA, GM or simply master) and played by Hugo Damas, Mário Abreu, Carlos Monteiro, Fred Freitas e Fábio Fontes.
What do I mean by that? The story you are about to read is based on a roleplaying game that me and my friends currently play, Rafael adapted a story from the series Naruto where several more characters exist, including two new very powerful Jonin level senseis. I will be leaving you commentaries to certain funny trivia they will be marked as such: # (hopefully funny) trivia comment#
All plots and secondary characters were thought out by Rafael, all actions and dialogues of the respective characters are responsibility of their players. Obviously it's based on the Naruto world so everything else is due credit to its respective creator:
The family Naokiren is made up by Hugo Damas in league with the GM's ideas(ps. Way before Yamato ever showed up):
Kurokawa(made up name) Tatsuya – Mario
Naokiren Katsuo – Me.
Hyuga Kinzoku – Fred.
Raijin - Fontes.
Hyuga Katashi – Carlos.
also, check www.factorx.pt/legendarycomics/Imagetest/Menu3.htm for images of some of our original characters! :)
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Chapter 6 – Training and tragedies.
Half conscious, the three students saw all 7 of his defeated foes walk out of the tree line and approach them, three of them being carried.
"Aw man, look at the state you put my pals in…"
"Should…"Tatsuya efforted to say "have killed them…"
"Well, let's get all of you to the hospital. Guys, carry my pupils please."
And so, two days later at the hospital, they woke up half a third day from being fully healed. Shinta was there, reading a book; Katsuo opened his eyes. He yawned and sat up straight.
"Good morning sensei."
"Good morning, Katsuo."
Katsuo looked around for his team mates but only saw Tatsuya at his left, sleeping with a disgruntled expression.
"Where's Katashi?" He asked.
"He was barely injured, got off yesterday to do some training."
"Hum…" Katsuo lied down again. After a few minutes of silence, he timidly stated.
"I'm hungry…"
"NUUUUURSE!!" Shinta shouted, not averting his eyes or changing his serene expression.
A nurse ran in, nervous.
"What is it?!"
Shinta slightly titled his book, pointing at Katsuo who was looking at her mildly frightened out of embarrassment.
"Good morning…" He greeted, weakly.
"He wants some food." Shinta informed.
"Oh!...ok, coming right up." She relaxed, smiled kindly and left.
A few moments of silence afterwards, Tatsuya stirred. He changed position saying in a trance.
"mmhmmhhmmm'kill 'em all…" Katsuo glanced at his team mate, scared.
After a little while, both genins were out of the hospital and ready for the next step.
"Well, I can't very well teach you anything so I've contacted two jonins who have agreed to teach you a technique or two. Katsuo, meet up with your uncle. Tatsuya, you wait here."
"Aw…" Katsuo reacted. Why not his own father? Unhappily silent, he walked away. Tatsuya simply stayed, slightly curious about who was going to teach him.
The Naokiren…the family line to which the first Hokage belonged. Unlike other families, like the Byakugan clan or the Uchiha, who numbered on the many and kept a tight reign over their genes, the Naokiren family had strayed to the path of elimination by generation.
The only Naokiren member that was from the current Hokage's generation was Naokiren Aimi, Katsuo's grandmother. From his father generation, there was Naokiren Hana, Katsuo's mother, Naokiren Hiroshi, Katsuo's father and Naokiren Takeshi, Katsuo's uncle. Finally, there was him and his little sister of the generation that would come after him, Naokiren Hanako.
Their chosen environment is, as you can guess, a forest but bear in mind that the first hokage was the only Naokiren to display such mastery and level of power. Once a big clan, every branch of it died off during the war, leaving behind nothing but remnants of only two branches: Hiroshi's and Hana's. And with them culminated, Naokiren blood would die off in future generations and Mokuton no jutso would stay a legend, along with the first Hokage.
The Naokiren characteristic, visually speaking, was clothing that served as camouflage in their environment of choice, thus green and brown. More over, their green curly hairs stood out as much as a Hyuuga's empty white eyes. Katsuo's Uncle, Takeshi, had taken this characterization to the next level, letting his hair grow into an Afro hair due; though a joker, at heart, he was stern man as to his belief of how strong a Naokiren should be.
Younger than his father, he believed it was wrong of fate to condemn the Naokiren blood to such demise. He would not have a pure son or daughter of his own and he knew that the Naokirens' ability, such as Byakugan or Sharingan, was something to be reckoned with. Unlike his brother, he still held his family's power at a very high standard and was proud of that fact.
Another fact was, at Katsuo's age, both his father and uncle already manipulated wood and were working on chunnin level jutsos. They were, after all, chunnins at that time, and yet Katsuo was but a fresh genin who could pull off basic academy techniques.
Despite this, I should add, that the frustration and bad sentiment is something that does not conduct his uncle's behavior. He is the first Naokiren in the clan's history to form a romantic relationship with someone out of the bloodline…he had a girlfriend.
"Your father tells me all you've learned to do, in terms of jutsos, is kawarimi, bushin and henge. Is that true?"
Katsuo nodded his head affirmatively.
"Pff! Guess I should congratulate you on managing the kawarimi…" He mocked. "Fine, I'll teach you a technique that, though the most basic, if refined, you will use it as often as the most advanced of our techniques. Ha shuriken no jutso! It will launch one ore more leafs towards your enemy. This is not all for a leaf is very harmless by itself…you mold the Chakra that surrounds them unto their tips so they may strike with a piercing capacity close to that of the real thing. Today, you'll do this:"
He threw three leafs on the air, did the seals and said:
"Ha shuriken no jutso!"
The leafs span and stopped, turned and aimed, and finally set off soaring through the air, cutting wind, hitting a log.
"Some day, you'll do this…hitoshirenu ha no jutso, ikusen Ha!"
To the left of Takashi stood a tree; all the countless leafs broke free, turned towards a training dummy and thus rained onslaught and doom, shredding the puppet to pieces. Katsuo stared in awe:
"And this is one tree…there is a reason why, in a forest, a Naokiren loses to no one! Must not lose, I should add." He added, glancing at Katsuo.
"Now train." He demanded, tapping Katsuo in the head violently. "I must re-grow the leafs before mother notices." He grinned and left at the tree. Katsuo sighed, concentrating.
Meanwhile, Tatsuya waited for his mystery sensei. His mind flailing about as he looked on unfocused; a long time ago, about 12 years, something strange and without much explanation happened. A baby showed up, by river, in Konoha.
He was sleeping comfortably on his small crib, and was saved by an Anbu ninja who took him to the Hokage. Of lineage unknown, Tatsuya was hence named Kurokawa.
Later, Tatsuya demonstrated an affinity for water jutsos…more than that, the ability to create ice. Everyone in Konoha knew then to which lineage he belonged. Ice jutsos, one hand seals…he was thus outcast as much as the child who bore the Kyuubi and the younger brother to the greatest traitor that Konoha has ever known.
Tatsuya knew them well: Uchiha Sasuke and Uzumaki Naruto…like him, they were alone. But he didn't consider them equals. He wasn't a failure mockery of a cry baby ninja like Naruto and also wasn't a silent egomaniac fanatic superior wanna be like Sasuke.
Both sorry looking individuals; not at all like him. Not like the last of his clan.
Kurokawa… Black river. Black uh? Well I've accepted that role.
"Are you Tatsuya?" A man asked from behind the boy. Tatsuya turned around to face a sunglass wearing nin.
"Yes."
"My name is Ebisu. I will help you, today, with Chakra control so you can manipulate your element more proficiently. Follow me to the lake." His tone of voice was, at the least, unwilling; it was obvious he didn't want to socialize with Tatsuya but that didn't bother him, after all, that was always the case.
He followed Ebisu to the aforementioned lake. There, Ebisu taught him the basics about Chakra so he could understand and then taught him about control. With that done, he asked Tatsuya to make some ice out of water…he grew a little lump on the surface in one spot. Ebisu pushed him forward, challenging his skills like the annoying guy he is. Tatsuya, easy to piss off, responded accordingly to his insinuations of weakness.
"Gggnnnnnhhhnnnnn." With effort, he formed a wall of ice that would otherwise protect him from any incoming fire. He got up, sweating a bit, and looked back at his sensei for the day feeling for murder. "There, I did it."
"Guess it's to be expected from a Kurokawa." Ebisu noted, not impressed. "I've heard your kind also have ice daggers as a basic ice technique, maybe you should…what're you doing?"
Tatsuya had closed his eyes again in concentration, he started changing the wall of ice…he changed it into a sculpture of a ninja he had saw once talking to a Jounin by a restaurant, only he used his imagination and sculptured her naked. It was a pretty young thing with short hair in a ponytail and… #not going to be able to describe it, it's Anko
Ebisu held in a very big cough, sweating a bit as he held his glasses so they wouldn't fall off. He gulped soundly and said:
"Kids these days have no decency! I shall confiscate this…this…awful statue and ask your sensei that proper punishment be executed." He said, carefully and with a serious voice, hiding his intent. He appeared next to the statue, picked it up and dashed away.
Tatsuya looked at him in awe, thinking
Whoah…hardcore pervert man…ah well, I can do more later. I've always wondered who that nin was though, barely any clothes…
"Anyways, back to training. Daggers he said…"
Meanwhile, at the Naokiren residence…
"Just a small piece of wood, to cover you in that crouch position; It isn't that difficult, my cute incompetent nephew."
"Mokuton Ninjutso…" Katsuo voiced out, concentrating. He crouched and placed his open palms on the ground. "Uddo Mammori!" but again, all he managed was to accumulate a very thin layer that rose up a bit and then bent over.
Katsuo sighed, exhausted. It was already dinner time and he hadn't rest for a minute. Not that, truthfully, he wanted to rest. Deep inside, he wanted this new technique, he wanted to be strong.
"Mokuton Ninjutso…" He crouched, slapped the ground. "Uddo Mammori!" and failed again.
"humpf, you need to broaden your feeling. Nature won't respond to you if you don't understand and communicate with it." His uncle said. "And I got just the thing…" He smirked. He did some seals and used an earth technique to burry and imprison Katsuo.
"Yeah, this is a good idea. You'll stay there for tonight. Let us hope this way, you learn something."
"Hum…" Katsuo voiced out, uncomfortable. "May I object to this step?" He asked, timidly.
"Nope, student does what Sensei says."
"But Shinta's my sensei…" His uncle buried him to the neck for that one and started walking away. "Not today, nephew." He grinned.
Katsuo sighed, looking at the stars thoughtful. He wondered when would he be strong enough for his jonin uncle to be proud of him, he sighed thinking:
Probably never…Well, I am hungry. I…humhumpf!ggnnnn!gah…why does uncle have to be such a bully?
In the middle of the night, Katsuo managed to dig himself out. He went back home, ate something, took a quick bath and went to sleep. Next morning, his uncle woke him up.
"How come you're out of your hole?" He asked as a morning greeting.
"I…ugh…I was hungry…" he innocently noted. He hadn't eaten the whole day and his uncle wanted him to skip on dining as well? It seemed too harsh to Katsuo and that's why he disobeyed.
"Well, I hope you can do the wood protection technique then. If you can't, it's the hole again and this time I'll just stay and watch you." He hit Katsuo's head again. "C'mon."
At the training ground, Katsuo asked for a time before he gave it a try. He thus concentrated and concentrated, following what little he felt, following the trail of Chakra. After an hour, he succeeded in the first phase of his task: he felt his uncle, stepping on the grass, three meters from him. It was evident he was there. Thus he touched the ground with his hands and felt the grass, the earth, nature on that spot.
"Mokuton no jutso: Uddo Mammori" And a wall of wood rose up high enough to cover him from a frontal attack. His uncle smirked.
"Congratulations, you are not only 4 years behind your father's steps. Keep practicing that and Ha Shuriken, I'm going to get our breakfast." He walked off.
At the lake, Tatsuya formed ice daggers out of thin air. He began making them from the water directly but he was not indirectly making them. He found out, through his understanding of Chakra, that having water around gave his ability a huge advantage, not because he could use it directly but because of its presence. It was curious, his ability.
The kids trained for the day and the next was the day for their first mission. They met with their sensei by the huge palace that was home to the Hokage. It was from the Hokage they took all the missions. Shinta was on time and not with his usual playful demeanor.
"I have bad news for you both." He said, bluntly. "Katashi will no longer be with us."
"Well that's a relief." Tatsuya instantly said, crossing his arms.
"Wait, what? What happened?" Katsuo questioned, in a low tone.
"It was Hyuuga business. They didn't want to say but I wanted to know. I demanded to know why my best pupil had vanished. The Hokage backed me up and so they let out that information. You see, Katashi was a part of the "name" clan. There are two clans of Hyuugas, the main and the branch which serve the main. These are born with a scar that is the product of a jutso. If they ever betray the Hyuuga clan, any main clan has only to activate that scar and they will die." Shinta paused for effect, for a few seconds…
"Apparently, Katashi went too far. He was caught peeping on his main branch cousin, Hyuuga Hinata, I believe you know her."
"No way…" Tatsuya reacted, realizing what Katashi had done.
Best pupil… Katsuo thought to himself.
"Yes…" It was hard for Shinta to admit such stupidity from his student. "He was caught spying on the daughter of the Clan leader, Hinata, as she bathe…by her father. It was instant execution." #Basically, Carlos stopped playing, quit. So we kinda killed off his char. shrugs He had pervert as a personality trait and it is Hinata…
Shinta massaged his forehead, still not believing that fact.
"Katashi…is dead…?" Katsuo asked, in shocked disbelief. Tatsuya remarkably brought his sleeve to his eyes and started crying. "Calm down Tatsuya…he-" Katsuo tried to confort, extending his hand to his shoulder.
"Don't be an idiot!" Tatsuya said, smacking his hand aside. "These are proud tears! My team mate died, not a ninja, but a MAN!" He clenched his fist in eternal accomplishment. "I am so proud to have met such a failure of a perverted man." Just at that moment, they heard an explosion.
Shinta glanced to the side and they saw, at the distance, a man wearing Sunglasses dodging about 6 snakes that were coming out of the sleeve from a female nin who wore a big jacket and looked really pissed.
"CALM DOWN ANKO! It wasn't my statue! And I swear I wasn't going to use it!"
"USE?? WHADDYA MEAN USE IT??" She screamed in fury, throwing exploding kunai at him.
Ebisu used kawarimi and showed up on the ground, kinda closed to the three.
"Speaking of perverts…" Tatsuya commented.
Ebisu leapt unto the wall and over to the stairs. He was obviously running to the hokage, with Anko close in his stead, sending out snakes and shurikens completely pissed off.
"What is that about?" Shinta asked.
"I wonder…" Tatsuya replied, rolling his eyes.
"Well, Anko's pretty…" Shinta struggled to find a word. "Spirited. Let's give Hokage a moment to work them out and then we'll get our missions."
"Whatever." Tatsuya reacted, looking around, acting busy.
Katsuo was, though, still in awe.
Katashi is dead…I just can't imagine it. I knew him, I spoke to him, I fought with him and he's dead. He disserved it yeah but…man, dead.
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Kuzco.