FSDYT Note's:
First I will address a question of what time period is this taking place in?
The answer is read and find out :)
Hell most of the questions will be answered by reading and from chapter to chapter. You'll see and you'll like. I promise!
"Your getting more and more difficult"
"The same back at ya"
The man reached down an slowly dragged the younger boy up from the small pond he had entrenched himself waist deep in. Pulling the boy up from the murky water then dragging him over the surface of the water as he walked atop of the rippling surface via chakra to his feet. He ignored the grumbling boy he dragged until he was back to land then plopped the boy down upon the hard ground.
"Ow!" yelled the boy looking up to the large man who was his latest caretaker.
The man stared down at the boy before suddenly taking off his shirt to show a body littered with scars and old wounds that healed but left a collage of terrifying looking marks that made one wonder how he ever survived such injuries.
The boy looked awed "Cool!"
The man ran his hand threw his short scruffy red hair in annoyance "Not cool!. . . These scars are all my shortcomings! Times when I should have dodged or missed or better yet not been so clumsy. . . You don't want things like these Arata. . . they aren't cool. This is also what will happen to you if you don't stop fooling around and believe me boy you might not survive as many times as me."
Arata shook his head standing then tried to brush mud off his training clothes, of simple pants and a shirt.
"They are cool. . . Besides that one" he stopped talking to point to a particular scar that was neatly curving over the man's heart and down to his stomach.
"That one I heard you got in a battle! with a Kaguya!" smiled the boy
"Stupid boy. . . How do you know of that?" asked the man a bit interested.
Arata clicked his tongue in a condescending manor. "C'mon Shuji sensei. You know who my dad is. Of course I know some things"
"You little brat. Stay out of Uzumaki-sama's paper work or else he might finally discipline your pesky butt" warned the man sternly.
"Oh I'm so scared!" smirked Arata
Shuji rolled his eyes "Yeah we will see if you say that to his face. . . Nope. We know you won't. Now explain to me what went wrong with that jutsu?"
Arata tapped his chin in a thinking pose then suddenly snapped his finger and looked at Shuji "I know! You are a bad teacher!"
"Why you little brat! It is not that, it is because you channeled your chakra wrongly. Tch your father said you were smart and at least adept in following orders. . . Seems he was just being biased"
"What! Old man I am smart! You are just bad at teaching. . . Not like my dad he is a great teacher. . . I wish he wasn't so busy so-"
"-So he would teach me. Yes, you have said that exactly five thousand times since the day I first took over your instruction. And like I told you since day one. Shut the fuck up with that bullshit" Shuji commanded a bit mad.
Arata said nothing but crossed his arms with a glare.
Shuji was unaffected although he felt a tiny bit of killing intent coming from the boy. It didn't scare him at all.
"Also boy. I'm twenty one. I am NOT old. To a eleven year old I might be. But then a eleven year old who can not even do the Water Release: Hiding in Water Technique without getting stuck in the mud. A not too bright one I might add may think twenty one is old." taunted the man.
The little spark of killing intent increased just slightly but it was still pitiful to Shuji a veteran warrior.
Without any trepidation the red head man jumped then did a mid-air back flip on to the surface of the water where he stood. He then waited for his student to grudgingly look towards him before he did a hand seal. Tucking his fingers in then putting both his hands together he faced them down.
"This is the hand sign boar. This allows you to channel chakra properly but you still need to press the right amount in to the hand sign as well as from your chakra pool. You got a strong water nature so a technique like this you could do without a seal in no time. Now watch"
The young Uzumaki viewed his sensei slowly submerge in to the murky pond. His legs disappearing then his waist and finally his whole body.
Arata saw the technique and could understand it's direct use was for stealth but at the same time saw what it really was. A supplementary technique with the ability to hide one's self in water no matter it's small or large size. A jutsu that was very versatile. Something he could do with in his repertoire.
Seconds passed till Shuji emerged at the end of the pond with not a drop on him as he stepped on to land.
"That is how you perform this jutsu. Now you-"
Arata interrupted quickly "I know how to do it. My father already taught me allot"
"What do you mean you know it?!" gripped the man angrily at having his time wasted "You pretended you don't to annoy me?!"
The boy nodded but quickly said "I wanted to see how long"
"How long what?"
"How long you would put up with me. You know your my longest lasting tutor" concluded the boy in a satisfied tone.
Shuji picked up his shirt then put it back on. Looking over to his student he spoke "I'm tired of your mind games. . . Your one annoying brat. Have fun with another tutor. I quit"
"Wait don't you want-" began the boy
"No. I know why you kept going threw tutors to get to me. You like everyone else wants to know how to manifest a zanpakuto. You I can tell have one but I won't tell you how to get it. . . And I won't tell you why either."
Arata's eyes widened before he raced up to the tall man then stood in front of him blocking his path.
"What do you mean you won't tell me how to activate my zanpakuto?!" he yelled
Shuji rolled his eyes "Look at you a angry child. . . Tch get away from me"
"No! Not until you tell me how to get my zanpaktou! Besides if I have one. Wouldn't that make everyone stronger. By you not helping me you are weakening the clan and village" reasoned the boy soundly
"No, I am not playing by your game. You see I knew of your whole charade since day one. I am well aware of your want. I always have been, the only reason I stuck around so long was as a last favor to your mother. Though with that done and seeing how your just a ambitious little prick. I will be going now."
With his words said Shuji walked past a stunned Arata and up a dirt path.
"You. . . knew. . . my. . . mom?" asked Arata lowly not moving
The man stopped as he heard the fear and curiosity in the boy's voice. He turned and looked at the red headed youth "Yeah I knew her. . ."
"Then why won't you teach me. . . to have a zanpakuto like her?"
Shuji sighed "Because zanpakuto are not what you think they are. . . She said that to me. Yeah she sure did many years ago when she was my tutor"
"Y-your tutor?!"
"Yeah my tutor. Yes your mom taught me."
"Then you should teach me!" demanded the boy a bit on edge
"What to awaken-"
"No. . . to be as great as her!" he demanded looking up at the red haired man with a burning passion.
Shuji snorted unimpressed "I can see now you still believe that she was great because of her zanpakuto but truth was. She was just a moving person. She just had a way about her. A certain aura that welcomed people. Something that you have in a opposite way. . ."
"I don't want to be her. I want to be great like she was except better. Allot better. I have a dream you know. An it is to see one day a world without so much death. . . Where people don't kill each other." spoke the boy dreamily
"A world without deaths. . . Or a world where your mom didn't die by the blade of a kunai from a enemy? If that is your answer then know it is a stupid reason. Living in the past will get you nothing. Especially chasing dreams that even your kind mother would have called foolish" summed Shuji bored
Arata angrily frustrated, charged at Shuji with a fist.
Shuji took the fist to his jaw and didn't budge at the impact. "Feel better? Hn, you want a world without deaths yet you get to be violent? What a hypocritical thing. How bout you just stick to reality. Little dreamer"
Arata stepped back with his fist now held in his other hand. "I am sorry. . . I don't know what came over me"
"You got mad at me saying your mother wouldn't have believed in your flimsy dream. Then you hit me. That is what has come over you, the same thing that probably came over the person that killed your mom. A sense to do what you wanted, a angry feeling of triumph tainted in frustration."
"Why! Why do you keep speaking about her so harshly!? I thought you said she was your teacher!? How dare you disrespect her memory!" he yelled balling his fist up about to lash out again.
"Idiot boy. I speak of the details surrounding her death. Her killer, what he felt, not her. I have nothing but respect for her but I as everyone else who knew her knew she died a death not fitting of someone like her but then again who does these days."
Arata did not know what to say. Shuji had stumped him. The older man's cool and laid back attitude made him angry but his calm and collective aura made him feel foolish at the same time for challenging such a level headed being. He didn't know what to say anymore or what to do.
His once great plan to get the man to teach him to manifest a zanpakuto, after making the man realize to get out of teaching him that would be the price, had failed. An now he was being lectured about the death of his precious mother, yet could not make the person shut up about it.
"Just leave already! I don't want to hear anymore!" the boy yelled angrily
"Alright boy. Just leave me alone and the next time you pick a tutor and see my name on the roster, have your father pick another. I'm not good at teaching heart-broken. Grieving. . Brats."
Arata turned swiftly then walked away. His anger at levels he had never thought possible. His will telling him to kill Shuji but his mind screamed at him he could not take on the veteran. So he walked away and kept going till he heard.
"Your mother would be ashamed" spoke Shuji with a sigh watching the trembling boy walk away before he himself went back to his own walk.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU SHUJI!" screamed the boy charging the veteran with abandon.
Shuji looked over his shoulder at the charging boy. 'Hm. He has his mother's anger but none of her grace.'
The Uzumaki boy got closer to his sensei and leaped in to the air and spun, aiming to land a ax kick upon the older man's head.
In the veteran's hand in speed that could not be measured appeared what was only known to be wielded by a few of the strongest Uzumaki ever to live.
The white scabbard katana with a blue cross shaped guard glistened elegantly in the strong hand before being swung in to the air then brought down swiftly upon a red headed boy who crashed to the ground cratering it.
Shuji looked at the unconscious boy below him then cursed loudly "MOTHERFUCKER! how is that even possible!"
His light blue eyes had viewed now in materialized form and laying across the chest of Arata. A three feet long with a slight curve, black shiny scabbard no marks or blemishes, without guard katana.
'He can't have that! He was suppose to pass the trial. No way he could ever pass that! Especially since his trial would of no doubt been a test of him getting over his mother's death. Something the little bastard would never be able to. Unless. . . Kamikaze. What do you think?'
A soft voice spoke from the sword in his hand "Is it not obvious Shuji-kun. The boy's zanpakuto. . . It is not normal. I can sense it. . . It's blood thirsty. Arata-san was going to kill you and it liked that. . . I think that was the true test. Yes it must of been a test to see if Arata was able to make someone else feel his pain. Shuji-kun I think this does not bode well for the future" concluded the soft voice
Shuji looked down to his sword "No I don't think it does Kamikaze."