Yō guys it's me Ahhhhh345yyh this will basically be a Fanfiction going into the deepest darkest part of the enemies we will see in my other Fanfiction A new light.
Aikoku of Glass release
In a world scattered with battles for dominance and survival, Aikoku emerged as a anomaly. Born to the silence of an orphan's plight, his early life was marred by solitude and the unyielding taunts of his peers. It was during one such altercation, at the tender age of ten, that Aikoku's rage became the catalyst for an extraordinary discovery - the earth around him didn't just split; it transformed into shimmering, lethal glass.
This incident marked the beginning of Aikoku's journey, not just into mastery over his unique Glass style, but also into the depths of his own resilient spirit. Over the next eight years, Aikoku secluded himself from the world, dedicating every moment to harnessing his powers that aligned with Earth and Fire, and refining the volatile Glass style into something truly formidable.
Yet, it was the advent of the third great Shinobi war that propelled Aikoku from the shadows of obscurity into the blazing light of heroism. At nineteen, he stood on the battlefield, a force to be reckoned with, his name whispered with a mixture of awe and fear. The highlight of his wartime saga was the six-hour duel with Pakura of the scorch release – a battle so intense and evenly matched it concluded only when both warriors, drained of chakra, acknowledged a stalemate. This battle bore no victor, yet Aikoku returned to the Stone Village, not as a mere survivor, but as a legend.
His homecoming was met with both reverence and unease; such power was both a blessing and a curse. Days later, when placed under the Clan Restoration Act (CRA), Aikoku chose the life of a fugitive over the restraints imposed upon him. Ages passed, and the once formidable Aikoku was now a mere shadow of his past glory.
At thirty-nine, vulnerable and spent, he faced Asuma in a battle that would seal his fate. Despite his weakened state, the echoes of his power and the remnants of his pride ensured that the fight was nothing short of epic. In the end, Aikoku's defeat at Asuma's hands was not just the fall of a once great Shinobi but the tragic culmination of a life that burned too bright, too fast. It was on that fateful day that Aikoku, the warrior who could turn earth to glass, met his end. Yet, his legacy lived on, whispered in the winds that swept through the valleys and the tales told around fires in the Stone Village. In death, as in life, Aikoku remained an enigma, a reminder of the fine line between greatness and ruin.
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