When one wants to have a revolution they need three things:
-The first is weaponry for the offensive and defensive.
-The second is a plan to implement all your resources.
-The third would be to have allies to assist at certain points.
Now, the Uzumaki clan was in a constant state of disarray and combat. Thus, weapons would be no issue.
Naruto needed to learn how to plan and strategize. More over, he needed to learn everything he could from the scrolls in the compound library. It was his only and his most reliable source of information.
The third thing would be the most difficult as he would need to establish allies who would risk their lives for his twisted endeavor in a village where the vast majority of people hated him.
So, he'd have to start slow.
The first thing he'd do… was train. He'd find something truly wonderful to prove to Konoha that there was somebody watching over them. But for now, he needed to know how to make the people remember him for generations to come.
He reached his arm underneath a collapsed bookcase and pulled out a slightly singed scroll with a spiral on it.
The scroll opened to reveal dozens of different attacks.
"…A Taijutsu scroll…" murmured Naruto.
He was quick to get to work.
Now, a thing to know about the Uzumaki style would be that it is not a style at all… in appearance. Not a single attack in the Uzumaki style was original. In fact, all the attack in the style came from a different style, be it native or foreign to Konoha.
Think of it as like taking thousands of marbles. But, not a single one of them are alike. They can be different sizes, colors, etcetera… Because of this, there's no way to put them into a container properly. No two methods of even putting the marbles in the container are the same.
Likewise, the style uses thousands of attacks, each and every single one of the attacks comes from a different style, and no two styles are the same. Thus, there is no end to the amount of combinations one can use in it. Some of the attacks are big sweeping motions, others are brief and quick, and some are simply used to make it flashy or add the occasional feint.
When an Uzumaki was seen fighting, it looked like they were just brawling with things they picked up over the years. This made them unpredictable. However, anybody who had last seen an Uzumaki use their Taijutsu style was dead because of the Kyuubi attack. So, even if Naruto used the style, nobody would be able to say that it came from dead clan records.
After Taijutsu, Naruto would need to know how to use a weapon. With all the weapons in the compound, Naruto was bound to find something…
"Neh? What's this?" wondered Naruto aloud, grabbing something off the ground.
…And fin something he did.
This 'something' was a very unique sword. It was simply a long blade that was about four feet in length. It started out small then grew to become a massive blade at the end. It was like an upside-down cleaver. There was nothing adorning the blade except several examples of age such as rust. Even then, the blade reflected light like a crystal clear lake reflects the moon.
Naruto reached down and grabbed the blade part of the sword. He thought it was dulled… but yelped in surprise and shock as he cut his hand, proving him wrong.
Even after six years, the blade was still sharp. It was rusted… but definitely sharp…
How, though?
This, of course, led to even more reading for the blond.
It was times like this that he hated having to read so much, but, it was necessary.
Apparently, the Uzumaki clan would often have members that were incredible at the art of Fuuinjutsu, sealing. Though they were few, they were prodigies in the field. Naruto grinned when he realized something… there were seals for making things sharp.
If there were seals for making a sword sharp, who's to say there aren't seals to make other things sharp? Like, say… leaves or cards…
Naruto began to grin.
Oh the things he could do…
Then there were seals to make things explode!
Naruto's grin widened so much that it threatened to tear his face in two.
He was going to have loads of fun with this…
Then he paused.
When would he be able to do anything at all? He couldn't do anything right now. He wasn't prepared. He needed time to learn how to use seals. As long as he knew how to do seals, he could kill dangerous opponents without much of an issue.
After he was sure of his grasp on seals, he'd start training on how to attack directly… should the time ever come…
"Now… what does this do?" Naruto asked himself as he worked his way through the scroll of basic sealing.
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"ANBU, report!" called the Hokage.
"Sir, Uzumaki Naruto is nowhere to be found. We believe that some villagers have finally…" started the Dog ANBU before trailing.
He didn't need to continue, it was obvious to the Hokage that Naruto was believed dead. It was obvious to everybody.
The amount of blood at the last recorded attack scene was horrible; no human could survive losing that much blood. The fact that the blood trailed into the sewers also failed to bode well with the wizened leader of the Leaf. No child could survive that much raw sewage and live, let alone someone in Naruto's ost likely condition.
And if he was right, the chances of Naruto landing in the waters of the sewers and being swept away, dead, and half way to water country were too high to overlook.
"…I see… That is all. Dismissed." said the Hokage before the ANBU bowed and puffed away in a blast of white smoke.
Slowly, the Sandaime Hokage picked up a red stamp and pressed it against a document.
Uzumaki Naruto was dead.
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-Crack-
-Plam-
-Snap-
Naruto fell to the ground panting even as his arm began to heal. He was learning fast. That much he knew…
He turned to look at the wooden training dummy, taking note that one of its arms was missing and it looked like it would splinter any second.
He only needed a year to be prepared to make the village know that there was somebody in Konoha killing its horrors and criminals.
Only one year…
It still wasn't much time.
Nevertheless, it was something. He would work with it and he'd be prepared. Because if he wasn't…
It would most likely end in an excessively poor manner.
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That's all for this chapter. I'd make it a little longer, but I'm out of ideas.
Next chapter, Naruto starts his crusade against crime!
Also, I got questions about what inspired me to make this story.
Well, I just saw Punisher: War Zone, then I took a long look at Batman Begins. After that I watched V for Vendetta and began to think "Hey, why aren't there Naruto fics like this?"
So here we are!
That's all for now, so… Ja ne!
Forever Signed in Blood,
Slayer End