DSM 6
Menma Uzumaki. Previously Jounin of Konohagakure, once under the tutelage of Mitarashi Anko.
Taijutsu: B
Genjutsu: B
Ninjutsu: S
Speed: A
Chakra Reserves: S
Affinities: Fire, Lightning (Primary), Water (Secondary)
Weakness: Virtually Unable to use Earth and Wind Natured Chakra
Summons: Snakes
Trump Card: Holds the Yin Chakra of Kyuubi no Yoko, Kurama. Able to use 5 Tails worth of Bijuu Chakra before going through overload and causing massive damage to himself.
Due to being in the Womb with his Brother Naruto one of the twins was more susceptible to the damage whilst the other was more resilient, Naruto was fortunate enough to be the stronger one, when it came to resistance anyway. Thus why Naruto held the Yang whilst Menma held the Yin.
Abyss Phantom: No, that's stupid. Menma isn't retarded he's just a little off-balance when dealing with the different things in Lordran, such as how to use souls as currency or how Estus works, he's a trained Jounin, not a fuckin' Genin who doesn't know when someone's trying to take advantage of him. Lautrec is a shit character anyway.
Start.
Menma sat across from a large burly man hammering away; he moulded metal like it was art, refined and precise, art. The man had a great big bushy beard and a shoulder-length ponytail hanging down his back, both were a snowy grey colour as his dark coal orbs focused on his craft the mans muscled arms enacted the mental instructions.
Menma was having some armour made for him, apparently Andre of Astora was a man whom was so passionate to craft he gave the Uzumaki a discount as he'd been one of the few sane people the blacksmith had met in a while, Menma quietly chuckled at the thought. He wasn't getting anything to extravagant; a chest plate with a shoulderguard that had matching plating that fell down his arm and into a gauntlet, his left side would be covered with only a glove whilst faulds were created to protect the back of his legs, the shin length coat-like metal-woven cloth would offer apt protection whilst greaves were forged for his shins and feet.
All made from darkened steel so that it didn't shine and give him away in half a second, a dull grey colour yet still looking gorgeous. The man had talent; Menma had to hand it to him. The black haired male took a bite from an apple he had found within one of his many seals, the crisp crunch between his teeth immediately made him smile, he really did need a pick-me-up, and natural sugar seemed to never really let him down.
"Know what I just noticed, Andre?" Asked Menma.
"Hmm, what's that lad?" Asked the blacksmith half-heartedly.
"I'm really fuckin' hungry." Grumbled the Uzumaki, the smith gave a boisterous chuckle at the statement, Menma's stomach grumbled, "I guess I didn't notice it until I got some food in me."
"Most undead don't get hungry lad, you sure you are?" Asked the Astoran.
"Well I did previously look like tanned leather before getting some humanity into my sign. So I'm pretty convinced." Commented the young male getting a nod from the grey haired man, hammering away on the final shin-guard, getting it ready for lacing up and riveting it to the Uzumaki's boots, currently the lad was without shoes, Andre noticed his slightly pointed nails, the old blacksmith's sharp eyes were curious but he held his tongue.
"That and the Estus heals my wounds, it doesn't work on normal people right?" Andre once more nodded at the question, "So yeah, If I wasn't undead I'd be pretty confused, gotta admit the idea of living forever appeals to me greatly, I wonder if I can still have kids?" He swung his legs back and forth whilst looking up slightly, thinking.
"Haven't heard of undead bein' sterile. There was a whole family of them in Astora." Remarked Andre.
"Ah, true. Oscar said his family was undead." Commented Menma.
"Know of young Oscar eh? How is the lad?" Asked Andre, finally looking up from his work to the young, but quite tall, lad.
"Hollowed. I met him as I was leaving the Asylum, I wouldn't be here if not for him. Great guy Oscar. This is his sword." Menma unsheathed the blade on his back a little showing the glinting steel to the smith, Andre nodded and returned to his work.
"He asked me to ring the bells of awakening…It's the least I can do to repay him. Though I probably wasn't as vocally grateful as I should have been, that guy changed my life, for the better." Menma closed his red eyes and smiled softly, nodding in memory of the man.
"Good of you to carry on his mission, lad. I can respect you for that." Said Andre, sincerity in his tone. Menma's smile turned into a grin, once more Andre noticed that his canines were quite longer than usual, once more held his tongue, it was none of his business this lad was a good one, and it wasn't Andre's business.
Pulling taunt several thin leather strips to hold the greaves in place, before hammering in the rivets, he then began adding a small etching into each piece of armour, nothing big just his little added finesse for works that he enjoyed. A spiralling flame upon the shoulder guard, small whirling patterns on the other plates, not large enough to cover the whole plate and take hours of work, just small ones for the hell of it.
"There you go lad get dressed." Said Andre, tossing the boy his boots, Menma caught them and nodded, grabbing his socks and slipping them on before sliding into his boots enjoying the solid feeling of the added greaves, pulling the laces taunt and knotting them up, next came the faulds, he hooked them around his waist and pulled the belt tight, his chest plate was next unhooking Oscar's sheath from his back he slid the plate on, it felt like a second skin, a metal and durable skin. Sliding on his left glove he allowed Andre to assist him in putting on his right shoulderguard-sleeve, a trio of leather straps went around his hip and ribs to provide extra holding strength for the guard, Menma flexed his hands and moved around a bit making sure that none of his movement was impeded.
Andre watched as the tall lad began going through a few movements, once he was happy the man handed him his sword and sheath, hooking it back over his shoulder the young man gave him a thumbs up, out of his palm emerged a white flame, souls, concentration lit across the boy's face as he counted out a rough estimate of how much he needed to give the smith, handing Andre the price of his work the man took the souls and nodded, feeling enough within.
"If you're lookin' for food there's a forest just down the way, watch out for the large bloody thing in the next room though, try fire. See what happens." Menma's eyes sparkled at the idea of burning more things; the last usage of flames gave him such a rush.
"Prepare to have you head explode due to how amazingly awesome I am." Said Menma, after his ringing of the first bell his mood had improved considerably, Solaire was right, co-operation was extremely jolly.
"Show me you stuff then lad." Said Andre, smirking.
Titanite Demon
Menma stepped into the room greeted by a large silver form, crags littered its 'skin' its face was a flat surface covered in runic etching, its shoulders had two crescent blades going directly up while in its heavily muscled arms was a long pole with two crescent blades forming a dual pronged poker. It had only one leg but a long sleek tail that waved around threateningly, the beast held up its arm and lightning began to gather in its pole.
Menma immediately created a copy of himself and used the Shunshin No Jutsu to appear at the opposite side of the large room, the beast didn't seem to notice, flipping through several handsigns he began firing off a flurry of flaming death, "Katon: Housenka No Jutsu! (Phoenix Flower Jutsu)." Each orb exploded as it came into contact with the creatures body, its spell was cancelled due to the sheer pain it experienced.
Leaping into the air with agility rather questionable for its sheer mass the creature dove back down with its pole ready for the strike, Menma quickly dashed to the side and skidded to a halt, rooting himself down to avoid any destabilizing effect of the shockwave the creature created, the ground under it cracking under pressure.
The clone ran up behind the demon and struck with a flaming sword, Oscar was enshrouded in a white glow so hot one could barely see it, though the clone had to take care to create a cover of normal chakra to prevent the blade from melting from sheer heat.
The beasts attention was drawn back to the clone, seeing it as the immediate threat, thrusting its spear forward the clone tucked and rolled mid-air before landing and running along the shaft of his opponents weapon.
Menma on the other hand held out his hand, black and purple energy began to gather to his palm, seemingly created from nothing, white rings formed as the orb spun creating a buzzing noise, "I'll grind you to dust! Rasenringu!" Roared the Uzumaki as he shot forward like a cannonball, low to the ground yet barely touching it from sheer force of his take off, the clone successfully distracted the beast long enough to gain its complete attention, the copy of Oscar sinking deep into its chest, the beast roared with pain, how it did so without a mouth the black haired Uzumaki didn't know, but still it stung.
As the black orb came into contact with the beast the effect was immediate it was launched into the wall, the Rasenringu followed its target Menma watched as the orb expanded and it imploded. The Titanite Demon fell apart as its body collapsed into dusty remnants, Menma smirked as the small rush of souls hit him. He strode forward to pick up the golden glowing item.
It was 'Demon Titanite' so said the orange text, Menma was a little put off by the fact he basically just obtained the creatures face, "That's so weird." Menma shook his head and turned to leave into the Forest.
"You are a mystery, lad." Said Andre quietly, before shaking his head and going back to his forge.
Darkroot Garden
"Fuck these trees, seriously." Grunted Menma as he flicked another trio of small fireballs towards an approaching tree-thing, they walked like people and had crazy grass-afros but they also kept trying to hug him and shred him with their grassy whip-like arms.
"And fuck those statues." Ahh the statues, they were like massive rocky guardians for something that might be important, and thus Menma had to get all up in whatever they were guarding, so after running around like a lunatic to avoid their slowing spell, once was enough thanks, and blasting them with a few lightning jutsu like Raiton: Gian (False Darkness) or for some flare, Ikazuchi No Kiba (Fans of Lightning). Though the latter required the usage of his swords, the former was very useful for on the run hits, due to its quick and precise nature.
Currently he stood before a fog wall, it was within a small ruined tower, as were most he encountered now that he thought about it, this one however was much more over-run with flora, vines and moss coming from the walls, shrubberies littered under the decaying stairs.
Invaded by XxSuperbawsxX
"What in the ever-loving fuck is that?" Asked Menma, from below he saw a red well of light open up, out emerged a…Naked Person? Clad in naught but their small-clothes with a heavy looking greatsword in their hands and a creepy child-like mask upon their face.
"I'm so confused right now." Said Menma, the person began strafing in a circle below him, making no noise but still thoroughly worrying the young man, perhaps this person was soft in the head? He certainly acted like it.
"What r u casul? Fight me fag." Now he was really confused.
"I mean, I know you want to die and everything but…Just wow." Said Menma as he propped two fingers up and summoned a clone near the crumbling door-way, cutting off his soon-to-be victims only manner of escape.
"Fckin HAX!" Shouted the invader, sounding oddly like a pre-pubescent civilian. Swinging his blade in reckless abandon from side to side in a wide arc, Menma gave a pitying look, grimacing slightly at the terrible form of his adversary.
"Yeah…Sure. Whatever." Menma shook his head and threw several rocks, one the size of a fist it struck the fool in the chest knocking the wind out of him, the smaller ones all came in and rained pain upon the fool, dashing forward and cocking his fist back it ignited in electricity, "Chidori!" The screaming of a thousand birds drowned out whatever reaction XxSuperbawsxX would have given, his body faded into red mist, a small clump of it remaining on the ground.
Menma wiped off his hand as his clone dispelled, seeing no reason to hold the door any longer, Menma dragged his Sign burdened hand through the mist it followed around the hand and was pulled into it, closing his eyes the Shinobi got a rough estimate on how many souls that had garnered him, "2000 Isn't bad. And a free Humanity, lucky me." Remarked the black haired male, walking once more back towards the fog gate Menma entered.
Only to be hit with possibly the most beautiful music he'd ever heard.
End
Is that technically a cliff-hanger?
This came out pretty quickly due to how much I've gotten into writing this story, as you can guess most of my other stories will be on hold, as it mostly go's when I write whatever the hell I want. Borderlands Elite I've actually had finished for quite a while I was surprised I hadn't posted it.
Anyway, thanks for reading, leave a review and tell me what you think, or if you have a suggestion of some kind, that's cool to. Or don't leave anything at all, that's also ok.
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