Naruto New Generations: Chapter 4
School is on 5 more days… Ughh… Well, at least I'm starting high school! Yup!
This 11 year old is now 14 years old! Feel old yet?
Lol… Anyways, I'm still attempting on writing and all but I've been so busy during the summer.
Hmm… Should I do the last chapter just in case you forgot about it? Maybe!
So then, let's start! Btw I don't own Naruto or Fairy Tail. Only the characters I've made up in this story. I have claimed all rights to Tython, Ichigo and Kyon, and other characters.
Begin.
They battled across the rocky surface, right through the center of the maelstrom of warring enemies of their own. Oblivious to the fighting around them they sought to destroy each other, hacking, stabbing, lunging and swinging in mortal combat.
Tython and Ichigo continued battling savagely, switching, giving each other time to rest as they fought the furious Warlord. Iron smashed upon steel as the Warlord called up reserves from his vast strength and cunning to defeat his opponent. Twice he had hurled clawfuls of soil at Tython's eyes, but each time Ichigo rose swiftly and used his shield to deflect them.
They fought as a team.
Tython hacked away stoically. He was beginning to feel his paws numbed by the jarring blows of the hefty iron railing against the sword blade. Ichigo too felt the vibrations each time the sword clanged upon his weapon. The pain shot right through him, down to the tip of his injured arm. Along the battlefield they fought, blinded by sweat, panting and blowing, neither asking nor giving quarter; down the hills and across the grass once more, they slashed and struck at each other, right up to the steep cliff.
Tython dodged behind Ichigo's shield and hit out at his attacker. Ichigo's sword-point lodged deep in the ground. Seizing his chance, the Warlord dodged nimbly into the open, and battered madly at Ichigo's upheld shield until he was forced to drop it. The Warlord's iron spike drove cruelly into the young boy's unguarded wrist, slicing it right off. Tython cried out and instinctively kicked the shield upwards hitting the Warlord in the face. The Warlord growled and struck Tython squarely under the chin, the sharp metal edge causing a long slash.
The slash that ended Ichigo's best friend's life.
As the sword piece through Tython's throat, Ichigo screamed before rushing over towards him.
"You… You bastard!" Ichigo yelled as he punched the man to the ground and punched him until his knuckles were nearly bleeding, beating the man with every inch of his life!
In war… it is understood that you give your word of honor to do your duty to stand and fight instead of running away and deserting your friends.
"Why! Why'd you have to kill you?! You… asshole!" Ichigo cried slamming his fists at the man's forehead.
When you keep your word despite desperately desiring to flee the screaming hell all around you, you earn one thing. Honor.
"I promised him… I promised him he won't die!" Ichigo screamed
Earning honor under fire changed who you are. The blast-furnace of battle burns away impurities encrusting your soul. The white-hot forge of combat hammers you into a purified, hardened warrior willing to die rather than break your word to friends – your honor.
Seconds had passed… the man was barely alive as all the man could look into was the beaming red, bloody eyes piercing through his heart.
"T-The Nine Tailed… Fox…" the man grunted
Combat is scary but exciting.
You never feel so alive as when being shot at without result.
You never feel so triumphant as when shooting back – with result.
You never feel love so pure as that burned into your heart by friends willing to die to keep their word to you.
And they do.
"I-Ichigo…" Tython groaned
"Tython?! Tython!" Ichigo yelled running over to Tython despite the shards of pain he felt in his left knee.
The biggest sadness of your life is to see friends falling.
"I-I'm not gonna make it…" Tython grunted
The biggest surprise of your life is to survive the war.
"No… No! You have to make it!" Ichigo cried
Although still alive on the outside, you are dead inside – shot thru the heart with nonsensical guilt for living while friends died.
"I promised! I promised you'd live! I have to keep my promise! I… I… I always keep my promises!" Ichigo said as tears streamed down his face
The biggest lie of your torments you that you could have done something more, different, to save them. Their faces are the tombstones in your weeping eyes, their souls shine the true camaraderie you search for the rest of your life… but never find.
"It's… okay… Ichigo…" Tython smiled as a tear streamed down his face.
"I'm so happy… to die… for the one who was there for me, since the beginning. Who stood up for me, who understood me, and took me for… me. Thank you… Ichigo, you were my best friend, a brother, and my hero. Goodbye…" Tython smiled as he began to close his eyes and rest in peace.
"No! Tython! Don't leave me!" Ichigo cried
"Don't leave me alone!" Ichigo sniffled as he began to realize… he was already gone.
You live a different world now. You always will.
Ichigo looked at the sword was through his friend's throat and pulled it out.
Your world is about waking up night after night screaming, back in battle…
Your world is about you best friend bleeding to death in your arms, howling in pain for you to kill him.
'Ichigo… Thank you…'
Your world is about shooting so many enemies the gun turns red and jams, letting the enemy grab you.
Your world is about struggling hand-to-hand for more breath of life.
Ichigo fell silent as Thunderclouds shadowed over them and began to rain.
You never speak of your world. Those who have seen combat do not talk about it. Those who talk about it have not seen combat.
All of a sudden, Ichigo began to cry. He wasn't… going to be okay. He wasn't going to recover. He wasn't going to get over this… not this. This is just… too much…
You come home but a grim ghost of he who so lightheartedly went off to war. But home no longer exists.
"No…..!" Ichigo screamed as his screams echoed all around him.
That world shattered like a mirror the time you were shot at. The splintering glass of everything you know… fell at your feet. Revealing what was standing behind the mirror –grinning Death- and you are face to face, nose to nose with it!
The shock was so great that the boy you were died of fright. He was replaced by a stranger who slipping into your body, a MAN from the Warrior's World. In that savage place you give your word of honor to dance with Death instead of running away from it.
Ichigo hugged his dead friend, before looking over at his friend's killer.
This suicidal waltz is known as: "Doing your duty."
You did your duty, survive the dance, and returned home. But not all of you came back to the civilian world.
Ichigo looked at the heavy and thick sword that was in his hand, and looked at the man.
'Don't do it' Ichigo said to himself
'This… won't bring your friend back…'
"Yes it will!" Ichigo yelled as he stabbed the sword through the man's heart.
Your heart and mind are still in the Warrior's World, as far away from the civilian world as Mars. They will always be in the Warrior's World. They will never leave, they are buried there. In that far off hallowed home of honor, life is about keeping your word.
Ichigo started making hand seals.
Back in the civilian world, however, people have no idea that life is about keeping your word of honor. They think like about ballgames, backyards, barbecues, babies and business.
Your earning honor under fire;
Your blood sacrifice;
Your loss of serenity/peace of mind in the hard blast-furnace of battle;
Bought and paid for their freedom to indulge in this kind of soft civilian thinking. The distance between the two world is as far as Mars from Earth. This is why, when you come home, you feel like an outsider, a visitor from another planet.
You are.
'It's finished… "Soul Switch: Body Resurrection"' Ichigo thought as he casted the jutsu.
Friends try to bridge the gaping gap between you. It is useless. They may as well look up at sky and try to talk to a Martian as talk to you. Words fall like bricks between you. Serving with Warriors who died proving their word has made prewar friends seem too un-tested to be trusted – thus they are now mere acquaintances.
As the Warlord's life was sucked out of him, passing into Tython's body, the storm passed by. Only to leave a blinding light over Tython and Ichigo.
The brutal truth is that earning honor in the white-hot forge of combat hammered the soft civilian you into a hardened Warrior accustomed to dancing the suicidal "Doing your duty" with Death.
As Tython and Ichigo were being swept from their feet, they began to float… to a new world, leaving this hell hole behind them.
This unspeakable, indescribable, life changing experience picked you up like a whirlwind and hurled you so far away from home that when you come back you feel like a stranger in your own home town, a visitor from another world, alone in a crowd of those you once knew.
Ichigo looked at Tython and heard Tython cough and began to smile, knowing he was going to be alright.
The only time you do not feel alone is when with another combat veteran.
Only he understands that keeping your word, your honor, whilst standing fact to fact with Death gives meaning and purpose life.
'God… I'm sorry… I had no choice…' Ichigo thought as they began to go to a new world
Only he understands that your terrifying – but thrilling – dance with Death has made your old world of training, and hanging with others deadly full.
Only he understands that your way of being due to combat-damaged emotions is not un-usual, but the usual and you are OK, you are NORMAL for what you have been thru – repeat NORMAL!
There was no other way… was it?
You two don't BELONG in this world.
So I'll take you to a place where you do belong, the same place where I took your families.
A whole new world.
Hey guys! I feel like… I did my best trying to create a sad but beautiful scene of a fallen soldier's death and his friend's reaction and actions.
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