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Khalid's Pov
I observed as the clone I had created darted towards the house, hoping that Barton hadn't noticed it and wouldn't search this particular area of the woods. As I watched, I picked up the chakra paper fragment and infused it with my chakra. To my surprise, the paper split into four pieces, each undergoing a different transformation. One disintegrated into dirt, another became damp with liquid, while the remaining two caught fire and wrinkled.
A smile crept across my face as I realized that I possessed an affinity for all of the chakra elements. This unique ability could be attributed to my DNA, which consisted of a mixture of Uchiha, Senju, and Uzumaki blood. Intrigued by this discovery, I made a mental note to investigate it further. However, for the time being, my primary focus was on mastering the jutsus from the Elemental Book.
"Yes!" I turned around to find my clone beaming with satisfaction after successfully sealing a kunai. It then grabbed a book and resumed reading, a contented smile on its face. Meanwhile, the genjutsu clone finished its meditation and walked towards the clones that were practicing Taijutsu. Seeing their progress, I decided to gather the four remaining clones that were practicing tree walking.
"Okay, you four, change of plans. The five of us are going to head towards a more rural area to start learning some ninjutsu," I said, lifting the Elemental Book. "We have four days to master these jutsu or, at the very least, ensure they are usable for combat or tactical purposes."
"Yes, Boss!" they all replied in unison, their determination evident. I turned my head towards the clone learning fuinjutsu. It had started sealing away the books before looking up at me and speaking. "Boss, by the time you come back, I'll have the basics down pact," it said with a thumbs up and a smile on its face, exuding confidence.
"Okay, good. Since this is something you can probably practice at the house, if that clone dispels for any reason, you go and take its place quickly," I instructed, emphasizing the importance of maintaining our training routine. The clone nodded in understanding, and I resumed sealing the books one by one, ensuring they were safely stored away.
"Alright, let's move out. The more animal-infested, the better," I declared, a sense of excitement coursing through me. With determination, I took off running towards the denser woods, my clones following closely behind. We enhanced our speed, pushing ourselves to find a clear area suitable for our training. Time was of the essence, and we knew we had to make the most of it.
Every day, Dr. Mann and his team continued to find more of the metal, which retained its gleam without fading. Recognizing the significance of this find, Fury had already dispatched a team to gather the majority of the samples. To avoid drawing unwanted attention, he provided some of the swords and ninja stars to the Japanese Government. Both Coulson and Fury were captivated by the intricate insignia intricately carved into the metal, further fueling their curiosity.
If Coulson's suspicions were correct, they might have to deploy Clint and a team to retrieve the metal from the Japanese government. SHIELD couldn't afford to leave such a powerful substance solely in the hands of one nation, especially if there were intentions to exploit it for creating dangerous weapons. Currently, Coulson was engrossed in reviewing the inventory of items being shipped to SHIELD headquarters, ensuring that every detail was accounted for.
Just then, May entered the room, holding a laptop in her hand. She carefully placed it on top of the papers Coulson was examining, capturing his attention. "Coulson, you need to see this. Our surveillance cameras captured something significant," she informed him, her tone serious. Coulson shifted his focus to the laptop screen and saw two figures standing upright, their attention fixed on the excavation site. Both individuals were concealed by straw hats, and their attire consisted of long, black cloaks adorned with red clouds and high collars.
"Did they do anything or leave anything behind?" Coulson inquired, his mind racing to identify these mysterious individuals who managed to bypass SHIELD's security measures. The question of their identity lingered in his thoughts.
"Yeah, they killed 7 patrol guards. Two of them were decapitated cleanly," May revealed, her voice softening as she mentioned the gruesome act. The severity of the situation became apparent, raising concerns about the capabilities and intentions of these unknown assailants.
"Have you informed Fury yet?" asked Coulson, his eyes still fixed on the surveillance footage, searching for any clues that could shed light on the identity of the assailants.
"Not yet. I thought you should be the one to report this," May responded quickly, her instincts telling her that Coulson needed to be the one to handle this delicate situation. Coulson nodded, realizing the urgency to inform Fury and initiate a thorough investigation into these unknown assailants and their motives.
"Okay, May. I need you to personally investigate the scene and see if you notice anything unusual or out of place regarding the 7 guards," Coulson instructed, his tone firm yet filled with concern. May nodded, fully understanding the importance of a meticulous examination, and swiftly left to carry out the task.
Coulson let out a weary sigh, fully aware that he was about to embark on a long and arduous night. The weight of responsibility and the uncertainty of the situation weighed heavily on him. However, he knew that he had to remain focused and determined to uncover the truth behind this disturbing incident.
Clint was relieved that nothing had happened in the past three days. After the initial game of hide and seek, his squad had reported no breaches of the perimeter. However, a nagging feeling in his mind told him that something was still missing from all of this. He decided to keep a closer eye on Khalid.
Ever since that day, the kids hadn't played hide and seek. Instead, Khalid had taken on the role of instructing the other kids in the basics of his fighting style. Clint was amazed at how Khalid managed to captivate the other kids, getting them to stay still and listen attentively. Every morning, the kids would come out and practice for an hour, with Khalid leading the way. Afterward, Khalid would continue practicing by himself for an additional hour. Meanwhile, the twins would go inside to take a bath, while Gwen stayed behind to watch Khalid work out.
Clint had also joined the daily patrols, recognizing that his keen eyesight surpassed that of his fellow agents. He didn't mind; it provided him with an opportunity to thoroughly investigate the area, hoping to spot anything out of the ordinary. Although he hadn't found anything yet, he continued to search diligently, remaining alert for any signs or sounds that might indicate a potential threat.
It was early morning on the fourth day, and Clint was in the midst of his usual jog before the kids woke up. He had reached the halfway point when he noticed Khalid on the porch, appearing earlier than usual. Clint quickly halted his jog and discreetly positioned himself behind a tree, ensuring that the child didn't notice him. From his hidden vantage point, Clint observed Khalid scanning the surroundings, as if searching for someone. Without warning, the young boy leaped off the porch and dashed towards the woods, his arm trailing loosely behind him.
Determined to uncover Khalid's mysterious intentions, Clint's heart raced with adrenaline as he swiftly took off in pursuit of the child. Every muscle in his body tensed, propelling him forward with a sense of urgency. The stark contrast between the 5-year-old's nimble movements and Clint's 29-year-old physique was not lost on him, a humbling realization that only fueled his determination further.
As Clint's feet pounded against the ground, his mind raced to comprehend the sheer agility displayed by the young boy. It was as if Khalid possessed an innate knowledge of the terrain, effortlessly navigating through the dense foliage of the surrounding trees. The agent's eyes strained to keep up with the fleeting shadow of the child, his focus sharpened to the point where every detail of the chase became magnified.
With each passing moment, Clint's determination grew stronger, his resolve unyielding. He pushed his body to its limits, his legs burning with exertion, yet his mind remained laser-focused on the task at hand. The thrill of the chase coursed through his veins, a mix of excitement and apprehension that propelled him forward.
As Khalid darted between the trees, Clint marveled at the child's uncanny ability to navigate the treacherous terrain with such grace. The branches seemed to bend and sway in harmony with the boy's movements, as if nature itself conspired to aid his journey. Clint's pursuit became a dance, a delicate balance between speed and precision, as he tried to mirrored Khalid's every twist and turn.
Clint noticed Khalid entering a clearing in the distance, but his view was obstructed by the trees. Determined to catch up before losing sight of him, Clint ran forward. As he emerged from the trees, he spotted Khalid walking towards the other end of the clearing.
"Khalid!" Clint shouted, causing the young child to come to a halt. "What are you doing, buddy? It's dangerous to be running through the woods like this."
"Agent Barton, what are you doing here?" Khalid asked, turning with a mischievous grin on her face. Clint could sense that the child was hiding something from him.
"I'm the one asking the questions, kid. Now spill, what's going on?" Clint demanded as he approached the child.
The kid let out a sigh and said, "Sorry about this."
"Sorry ab-" Before Clint could utter his next words, the scenery around him transformed into a horrifying sight. In front of him lay his newly married wife, Laura, immersed in a pool of blood.
"No, no, no!" Clint rushed to Laura's side, his heart pounding in his chest. Blood flowed from her mouth, and a blade was cruelly lodged in her stomach. She weakly gripped his hands, her touch feeble yet filled with desperation.
"Who did this to you?" Clint's voice trembled as tears welled up in his eyes, his anguish palpable.
Laura struggled to lift her hand, her fingers drenched in blood. With great effort, she pointed behind him, her eyes filled with urgency. Clint turned his head just in time to catch a glimpse of the handle of a gun descending upon his face, the world around him fading into darkness.
Clint stumbled out of bed, drenched in sweat. As he glanced around, he realized he was in his own room. A sigh of relief escaped his lips. "It was just a nightmare," he thought to himself, grateful that it wasn't real. He sank back into the comfortable bed provided by Alexis and her family, trying to shake off the lingering unease.
Glancing at the clock, Clint noticed it was already 8 am. A groan escaped his lips as he realized he had overslept. Determined to make up for lost time, he rolled out of bed and made his way to the window. Outside, he spotted Khalid and the other kids playing a game of tag. Khalid paused for a moment, locking eyes with Clint, before flashing him a mischievous grin, reminiscent of the one in his dream. A slight throbbing sensation in his head made Clint wince, as if a headache was about to set in.
Deciding to freshen up before heading downstairs for breakfast, Clint made his way to the bathroom.
Khalid's Pov
A few hours earlier
On the fourth day, I decided to head back early to ensure I had a full day of rest before Ogun's anticipated return. With a sense of excitement, I leaped from tree to tree, utilizing chakra to boost my speed through the forest. A wide smile adorned my face, reflecting the progress I had made. In just three days, I managed to learn three jutsus from the elemental book, one genjutsu, and the basics of performing seals. Considering the limited time, I was satisfied with what I had achieved.
Noticing that my chakra reserves had grown, I made a mental note to utilize more shadow clones during my next training session. This would help me further enhance my chakra capacity while also allowing me to focus on learning the Rasengan and mastering at least one chakra element. My goal was to be fully prepared before entering the time chamber for my Genin exam.
As I approached the clearing, I could hear Hawkeye calling out my name. Pausing at the edge of the clearing, I spotted my clone with its back turned to Hawkeye. We made eye contact, and I nodded in acknowledgement. It seemed as though the clone could read my thoughts, as it swiftly turned around to respond to Hawkeye.
I formed the snake and rat hand signs, preparing to execute the Demonic Illusion: Hell View Jutsu. With the words echoing in my mind, I focused my chakra and unleashed the jutsu. It took a moment, but soon Clint let out a piercing scream and dropped to his knees. Another scream escaped his lips before he lost consciousness. A sense of satisfaction washed over me, knowing that the jutsu had successfully affected him.
Stepping out into the clearing, I noticed the sun beginning to rise above the tree line. My clone approached me, removing the pajama set it had been wearing. I took the clothes and quickly changed into them, as the clone dispersed. Instantly, I gained the memories of the past three days from the clone's perspective. I was relieved to see that the clone had managed to bring the other kids in line and had started teaching them self-defense techniques.
After a few moments, I summoned five clones to assist me in carrying Hawkeye back to the house. With their help, we swiftly made our way to our destination in less than 20 minutes. Stealthily, we entered the house and quietly proceeded to Hawkeye's room. Meanwhile, my clones remained behind to remove his workout clothes and replace them with a fresh t-shirt. Carefully, they tucked him into bed, ensuring that it appeared as if he had never gotten up.
Silently closing the door, I made my way to the bathroom to cleanse myself of the grime and dirt accumulated from being outside for three days. Turning on the hot water, I allowed the tub to fill up, creating a comforting warmth. Slowly, I undressed and eased myself into the soothing water, feeling the tension in my tired muscles melt away. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as the tranquil atmosphere of the still-sleeping house embraced me.
After thoroughly cleaning myself, I stepped out of the bath and made my way to the room I shared with the other kids to get dressed. As I opened the door, a heartwarming sight greeted me. Rowan and Harry were peacefully sleeping, their arms wrapped around each other in a tight embrace. Nearby, Gwen was snuggled up with her beloved rabbit doll, finding comfort in its presence.
Quietly, I tiptoed over to my bag and began to dress myself. I opted for a pair of black shorts and a T-shirt that proudly proclaimed 'World's Coolest Son'. With my outfit chosen, I felt a sense of pride and confidence.
With nothing else to attend to, I descended the stairs and settled myself, patiently waiting for everyone to wake up so we could enjoy breakfast together.
Inside a dimly lit cavern, four figures stood in silence, illuminated only by a small flickering fire. Three of them sat quietly, while the other paced anxiously back and forth.
"What's taking those individuals so long!" the restless figure exclaimed, frustration evident in his voice, though he directed his words to no one in particular.
"Shut up, you fool! They are gathering information on our whereabouts," a gruff voice responded, the speaker not bothering to look at the person he addressed.
"That's enough, both of you. Be quiet before I decide to eliminate you both for being a nuisance," the third figure calmly interjected. The mere presence of this individual was enough to instill fear in the others, causing them to freeze and refrain from uttering another word. They knew they were dealing with someone far superior to them.
Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps reached their ears. Two of the figures instinctively prepared themselves, ready to react in case the approaching individuals were not who they were expecting.
They relaxed as they saw familiar cloaked figures emerge from around the corner of the cave. The fourth figure, who had remained silent throughout, looked up in anticipation.
The taller of the two newcomers spoke, his voice carrying a sense of gravity, "It appears that we have been transported to a distant future. The people of this time have recently discovered the remains of Konoha. It is safe to say that the Era of Shinobi has come to an end."
Impatience filled the voice of the first figure, "So, what are we going to do now?"
The gruff voice responded with determination, "I suggest we establish our organization in this era, building wealth and power."
The shorter of the two men who had just entered chimed in, his tone filled with excitement, "As long as I get to showcase my art in this era, I don't care what we do."
The taller figure nodded in agreement, "I feel the same way with my experiments. It seems that this era is more technologically advanced than ours."
"I will not be joining you all. I have finally attained my freedom and a healthy body. This is where I bid you all farewell," the figure who had remained quiet throughout the conversation declared, making his way towards the exit. The others watched him depart, contemplating whether or not to intervene.
"Should we just let him leave? I could easily eliminate him," the impatient figure suggested, his impulsive nature evident in his words.
All eyes turned to the figure who had been sitting, knowing that he would have the final say in the matter.
"He won't pose a significant threat as long as he doesn't interfere with our plans. He is barely at Jonin level. Let us focus on gathering information about this era and determine if the tailed beasts still exist. Then, slowly but surely, we will bring back the era of shinobi, guided by our own ideals," the lead figure spoke with conviction. He knew that he held the power to turn his vision into reality in this new era.
With their paths diverging, the remaining figures understood that their individual journeys would shape the future they sought to create. As they prepared to embark on their respective missions, the promise of a new era of shinobi loomed on the horizon, fueled by their unwavering determination and shared ideals.