I gasped as I jolted awake, my eyes darting around frantically as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. It was a chaotic scene, surrounded by dead bodies with their twisted limbs and blank stares sending shivers down my spine. The uniforms they wore were strange, with vaguely familiar insignias and colors. The green flak jackets were the most standout of them all.
Accompanying the sight of the dead was the ruined state of whatever city I was in, with buildings crumbling and smoke rising from the wreckage. All of this under a dark cloudy sky and relentlessly pouring rain. As I struggled to remember how I got there, a sharp pain shot through my head, making me wince and hold onto my temples.
It took me a moment to realize that I was lying on the ground, my clothes drenched from the pouring rain. I slowly rose to my feet, feeling unsteady as I surveyed the carnage around me.
I tried to shake off the grogginess and take a closer look at my surroundings. That's when I noticed something strange, I realized that the uniforms of the dead soldiers looked like they were from something that had to be impossible.
One thing was clear regardless, this was no natural disaster. All of the fallen had weapons and weapon inflicted injuries, or were affected by elements in ways that couldn't be naturally applied. Blood of the slain stained the ground and the air was thick with the sounds of battle.
Panic surged through me as I realized I had no memory of how I got there or what I was doing in the middle of a warzone. My heart was pounding in my chest as I felt a strange energy coursing through my body. I looked down at my now hands and gasped in shock as I saw they were starting to be covered by some kind of black ink. "What... what is this?" I muttered to myself.
As the black ink spread beyond my hands and into my arms, I saw that they were soon no longer my own. They had been transformed into grey, gnarled, powerful claws.
And as the black began to encompass my skin, it then turned a deep shade of grey, and my muscles bulged with strength as I felt that strange new energy coursing through me much more strongly.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of approaching footsteps. I turned to see a group of enemy shinobi charging toward me, their weapons at the ready. My mind raced as I tried to figure out what to do.
But before I could even think, my body moved on its own. It responded to the unfamiliar power that had taken hold of me.
The transformation was involuntary, but I quickly realized that I needed every bit of power I could muster to survive. So I let my body take the reins. Without hesitation, I charged toward the nearest enemy shinobi, my enhanced strength and speed propelling me forward.
With a fierce roar, I charged toward the enemy, my fists slamming into their bodies with incredible force. I even punched a fist-sized hole through one. Yet I felt no pain or disgust, only a burning desire to protect myself and KILL my enemies.
I then launched myself at the rest of them, my claws tearing through their flesh. The enemy shinobi sensed the danger and rallied together, unleashing a barrage of attacks. But my newfound power proved too much for them to handle. I moved with an ease in speed and agility I never had before, my body instinctively dodging their attacks and delivering devastating blows.
The blows that did land on me, be it by weapon or jutsu, were unable to penetrate my now seemingly impenetrable skin. This caught them off guard and only allowed me to land a finishing bow and end them.
As I fought, I did so with a ferocity that surprised even me. My attacks and movement were fueled by the raw power coursing through every fiber of my being, fueling my every move. It was as if I were one with the earth, the clouds in the sky, and even the millions of rain droplets falling around me - I could sense their power, and draw upon it to fuel my own strength. With an almost feral intensity that I used said power, I tore through the enemy ranks with ease as I punched, kicked, and slashed, their bodies flying through the air like rag dolls from the force of my impacts.
Despite being vastly outnumbered, I continued to fight on as I held my own, my transformation granting me strength and endurance that was endless. I felt as if I could keep fighting forever, my body and mind working in perfect harmony. To kill all of those who dared to attack me.
And as the battle raged on around me, I felt unstoppable as I fought off wave after wave of enemy shinobi, their nation was irrelevant, they were all one as cattle to my slaughter, my body moving faster and more fluidly than I ever thought possible. I could see the fear in their eyes as they faced me - they knew they were no match for my power!
Finally, after what felt like hours, the last enemy fell to the ground, a corpse to join the rest of his fellow man. I breathed heavily, my Sage Transformation slowly receding as I returned to my normal state, no longer needed with my fight over.
I looked around at the battlefield, at the carnage I'd wrought with my newfound power, the horror of what had just happened slowly sinking in. But for now, I couldn't dwell on it. I had survived, thanks to the power of my transformation. And that's all that mattered right now.
And despite that horror, I also felt a deep sense of satisfaction. I had survived against impossible odds, and I had emerged victorious. I slaughtered all those who sought to bring me down! I emerged triumphant!
But now… now I knew that I needed to find a way out of this place, out of the Hidden Rain Village if possible, but I had no idea where to go or who to trust. Certainly not anybody from the lands that I killed, such as the Stone, Cloud, and Leaf.
…while also with Jiraiya, Orochimaru, and Tsunade were in the same village and in their prime.
Alongside the man who beat all three of them at once.
All I knew was that I had to keep moving, or I risked becoming just another casualty in this brutal war. Instead, I'll simply make casualties out of any who dared to add me to that list!
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I was tired and wandering, lost both physically and emotionally. Though the flesh aches and longs for rest, I still had the energy to move and so I did. The rain pounded down on me, soaking me through to my bones, even seeping through the Konoha uniform sans the jacket that I'd looted. While the bloodstains remained on the clothes, the rain at least washed the blood off me though it did take a few hours for most of it to be gone. I had been walking for hours with no clear destination in mind, just trying to escape my own thoughts and find a way out.
That's when I saw him - a small figure in a raincoat lying motionless on the ground as a dog was barking at him. Judging by the size, they were no more than ten years old. I approached them cautiously, not sure what to expect.
The puppy growled upon hearing me but soon became conflicted at the sight of me, unsure what to make of me.
I simply held out a hand and waited until the puppy took a few tentative steps toward me. It sniffed my hand for a long while, once it stopped it retreated back to the boy. As I walked over, it allowed me close distance but was watching me every step of the way.
I turned them over and found the child had bright red hair and pale skin, looking oddly familiar somehow but I just couldn't pin it on why. Pinning that for later, I noticed that his eyes were closed and had shallow breathing, so I quickly checked for a pulse and was relieved to find that he was still alive, but barely.
I couldn't leave him there, exposed to the elements and vulnerable to any dangers that may be lurking nearby. And I didn't want to leave a child to die, despite the fact that I had more than likely killed many genin. So I lifted him into my arms, cradling them close to my chest to shield him from the rain.
It wasn't a difficult task, as despite him not being a small child, I've thrown around grown men much larger and older than me with ease.
I had a sense of purpose now, other than survival or victory, a mission to protect this small, defenseless child.
Finally, after what felt like hours, I stumbled upon a small cave, hidden away from the rain and wind. I carefully laid the boy down on the ground, grateful for the temporary shelter.
I sat beside him and the puppy stood over him, both of us watching over him as he slept. I didn't know what would happen next, or where my own path would take me, but for now, I was content to stay by the boy's side, protecting him from the world outside.
And as the rain and time went on, eventually the boy started to stir awake. Upon noticing this, the puppy rushed over to his face to wake him up. I smiled at the sight of the puppy trying to wake up the boy. Such a cute sight lightens my mood after having gone through my past day.
What shot that good feeling down was when the boy's eye flickered open, out of the many possible colors of eyes to have, it was one that belonged to three individuals. And seeing as two of them were dead and had yet to exist, there could only be one with the Rinnegan.
Nagato Uzumaki.
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Ngl, the first half was written so I can do some stuff with fight scenes. The rest that came after was me writing out a story idea that I had for a few years but never got around to writing. An SI with the Ame trio before things went to shit.
The title is literally the first thing that I thought of and will be changed later when I get something better.
To clear some things up, the MC has Jugo's Sage Transformation, with al the fun stuff that comes along like unlimited Sage Mode and an impluse and is a year or two older than the Ame trio. As for a name, he'll get one next chapter. What he looks like, I picture him as a younger Shisui or Mitsuki, both with orange hair.
Also, this'll be a AU, which should likely be revealed in the next chapter.
Anyway, I hope you like this and leave me your thoughts.
