I think I got it guys. I've accumulated enough writing experience (hopefully) and enough patience to actually correct my grammar (hopefully), to finally make a story I'd be proud of and (hopefully) finish.
It's already planned out up to the beginning of Shippuden, so you guys can be assured that you'll get at least 100K words of material regarding this thing. As each day passes, that limit increases...
if I don't write myself into a corner :3.
Final thing I want to say is that you shouldn't tear yourself up about some inaccuracies regarding Cannon. I've got no clue how long it was between The Wave Mission and The Chunin Exams anymore and I don't plan on shaping my story to fit around a new time frame. The exact ages of characters too, it's Fanfiction and if you're butt-hurt about them being a year older or younger than they should be and that Arc Whatever is happening a week early, then fuck off.
I'd rather try my best at telling an enjoyable story than get an aneurysm trying to figure out when the hell a certain event happened in relation to where we are right now.
If Sasuke is a bit too OOC for you then that's... because he is. He's two people and the new one has lived more than thrice Sasuke's lifetime. Granted, an uneventful life, but a long life nonetheless. The new MC is neither Sasuke Uchiha nor the SI completely.
Death was strange. He'd not been expecting it. It wasn't even painful, as he thought it would be. As it was always shown to be in the media. But then, hadn't the media not also lied about most things in life? It was ironic really, just when he got some therapy for his modern-society-gained issues and his life seemed to crawl out of the downwards spiral it had been ever since he was a teen, he goes and get's himself killed. Well, he didn't get himself killed, more got ganked in a robbery and bled out.
Eh, semantics.
But now he was dead and just as he had predicted it'd be when he was at the lowest point in his life and contemplated game-ending himself, it was nothingness. The many trope'd and stereotyped works of Fanfiction and other literature he'd read the past decade or so of his life seemed to have been right, then. It was ironic, really. You die, get sent into 'the void' and then, by some miracles, you get a gamer sy-
You are chosen, by random, to be the new owner of the Quest System.
Enjoy.
'You've got to be kidding me.' Then the world flashed white.
When he regained feeling, his bo-
He was Sasuke Uchiha. He wanted nothing more than to kill his brother and avenge his clan, his mother, his father, them all. He would have his retr-
'What the hell?!' Memories of another life, one of grief and anger, where almost pounded into his head. It was harsh, it was almost so overbearing as to be painful, but he he could hang on. When everything settled, he found his eyes open and staring at the wooden floor of what he now intimately knew was the Uchiha Clan Heads manor. His head throbbed, his vision seemed to almost pulse.
Who was he?
He... couldn't say for sure anymore. A minute ago, he could have said he was... he was who? It was odd, he couldn't remember his first life's name, though everything else was still there. An odd sound covered any mention of it every time he tried to recall his mother, his friends or even a co-worker calling for him. It didn't matter, it's only a name.
Anyways, he could have identified himself as that person, but he could have said that he was Uchiha Sasuke, utterly and completely, a minute ago also. Two sets of memories collided and clashed, none winning but none loosing. He neither took over the Uchiha's body- his body- as many tropes of Fanfiction would have the transmigrator do, he almost... fused with him- me. With me.
I am Uchiha Sasuke.
But I am not.
I still feel a burning hatred for Itachi, for him taking away my loving mother and my, while stern and cold, father. Was it that I retained Sasuke's- my feelings, or did I simply regain them when gaining his- my memories?
'I didn't really care right now, I had bigger problems. I knew what was coming, if that dobe screaming about starving on that pole wasn't enough of a hint, I still knew that I was on track to follow... cannon. God, part of my life was a the result of a mans creative imagination. I lived a good fourteen years of my life by the script of another.' He thought.
It was... aggravating.
But when he was about to snarl and go off about how he wasn't anybody's puppet, he regained his cool.
He wasn't Uchiha Sasuke.
He was a calm, if annoyingly sarcastic, person who tried his best in life. It was a headache trying to figure out who exactly he was right now, so he'd much rather tear himself apart worrying about Madara, that traitor of an Uchiha... 'Itachi is innocent.' He'd just now remembered the timeline of- he scoffed- Naruto, as the Manga based on his world was called. It was sobering. When he remembered that he was ordered to kill them and that he even protected Sasuke in the process, he almost wanted to go right up to that old fool Danzo and rip his probably Senju-Cancer-Celled dick right off his body and shove it up his wrinkled ass.
'Wow, definitely not a Sasuke response there...' He mused before getting back on track.
The massacre, the one that had taken everything from him, was not just the fault of a pair or two of people. It was a hot-pot of political bullshit and, mainly, the result of Obito's manipulations... 'I'll be learning the Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu just so I can kill Rin in front of that whiny bitch a thousand times over.' Yes, it may have been a bit of an overrea- 'No the hell it is not.' He immediately stopped that train of thought.
Obito, along with the terrifyingly powerful Madara and cunning Black Zetsu, where the main perpetrators behind the lot he'd been given in life. They'd pay. They'd pay dearly. He'd kill them, of course he would, he was so fucking terrified of them now that he knew how powerful they'd become that he was dead-set on training until he could swat away Kage just to make sure he'll not fuck canon Sasuke- or rather, his progression over and doom them all.
'I'm the reincarnation of one of the son's of the very much real Sage of the Six Paths...' He thought as he almost mindlessly made his way down the stairs and to the two large rooms that had their middle wall separated to make for a majestically large Kitchen/Dining Room and Living Room.
He would possess incredible power, enough to kill a god. Becoming strong enough to kill Itachi seemed like he was undershooting, now. He'd... would he still kill Itachi? The burning hatred that he'd almost seared into his bones wailed for the answer to be yes but his logical side, one strengthened by decades of life, molded by the dull, intellectual modern civilization, told him to think on it.
He knew that he needed to do... something about his feelings regarding his brother. Now that he knew that Itachi was... relatively innocent- he still killed them, after all- memories of the best years of his life came back to the surface. Best years of this life, that is.
How his big brother would dote on him, how he'd look up to Itachi so, so much. He could feel iotas of that love bubbling to the surface of his thoughts. 'Big Brother...' But even if Itachi magically returned to Konoha and was declared a Shinobi of the Leaf once more, it wouldn't be the same. It would never be again. And that...
That hurt.
Now that he had an outside view on how single-minded and retrospectively foolish he had been and would become, he could see past his emotions. Something the Sasuke of that book would not be until his twenties. Now that he saw past his rage and past his Uchiha enhanced emotions,- and wasn't that a revelation?- he finally had the headspace to grieve.
Sure, he'd cried back then.
A shit ton.
But now... he felt the emptiness of his house and felt more than hate for Itachi for making it so. He felt... sad. As his gaze looked over his Kitchen, he could see phantoms of his mother, his dear, dear mother, as she smiled at a young version of him, sitting on the dining table, a face full of tomato soup. He wanted to cry, now. And so he did, tears streamed down his face.
He'd lost them.
And while his brain was at it, it also thought this was a good time to remind him of his second set of family. While they'd become relatively estranged in his later years, they'd still raised him and cared for him. Then he went and transmigrated into god damn Naruto.
He'd lost a shit ton.
The irony of the situation made him mix strange, almost creepy chuckles in between his hiccups and sobs as he slid down the wall between the open section into the Living Room and the little compartment for the spiral stairs upwards. It wasn't as much the irony of the situation, though there was much to be found in that regard, more so the sheer impossibility of his situation.
His head was a mess, he'd lived twice and both lives where connected via a fucking picture book. He knew his own future, secrets the soon to be dead Hokage wish he knew and all of it was just in his head. It was his knowledge and... 'As such it is my responsibility.' He came to the realization. His crying stopped. He'd been irrational, something he was rarely in both sets of lives. He cried like a baby.
His sobs stopped- or rather, slowed down.
He needed to get a grip. He just ruined cannon, the only sure fire shot this world had a surviving the shitstrom that was to come. He'll... he'll have to bear the responsibility for that. It wasn't his fault that he was dumped here, sure, but it was his responsibility to rectify that. He had the tools and the potential power to be a god.
He would reach for the starts and reach the edge of the FUCKIGN universe if he had to! And he god damn has to!
"So..." He spoke, voice hoarse. "So, I'll do it." He vowed, this new promise to himself replacing the old, foolish one. "I'll become strong." He started as he got up. "I'll get stronger than I would have become otherwise." His teeth grit in determined fury. "I'll fucking kill that one-eyed crybaby and shove a Chidori right up Madara's ass." He spoke as if writing his word into the fabric of reality, making it real by speaking it.
He had grieved and he had overcome the loss of loved ones before and now, without raging against Itachi, he did it for his family. The issue of his identity was pushed deep, deep down and he focused for the first time. And-
His heart stopped. His vision was clear. Clearer than it had been... ever. "S-Sharingan..." He whispered. He knew what this was, when pushing past the pain and trauma of that night, he clearly remembered having the very same clarity when the massacre happened and, from his meta-knowledge, he knew he'd awakened the Sharingan back then.
He just didn't think he really had.
But now... he'd had another, if lighter, emotional trigger and reawakened it. He could see. If he needed to describe it, he'd use the best analogy he could and would need to draw on his other life's memories. It would best be described as switching from 480P to 1080P. The world, at least the first floor of his house, was vibrant and felt more alive than ever.
He saw the very dust particles floating in the air. He felt the familiar and also strange feeling of his Chakra being pulled through his optic nerves and into his eyes and he knew, he was seeing the world like any proud Uchiha would. Time seems to have even slowed under his gaze, though his body was slow to respond to h-
Skill gained.
[Sharingan (Two-Tomoe)]
The Sharingan is the Bloodline of the Uchiha clan and one of the three great Dojutsu. It possesses two main aspects, each inherent to the eyes of the user. The 'Eye of Insight' and The 'Eye of Hypnotism'. While the abilities of the Sharingan are not exclusive to each eye, the full power of the Dojutsu can only be achieved by an individual possessing of both types, as stated by the most prevalent of Uchiha, Madara Uchiha. Summaries of both eyes will be provided, along with a brief description of all three, base stages of the Sharingan and their abilities:
'The Eye of Insight' gives the user:
-The visual prowess needed to see Chakra, even through some obstructions. Enough so, that one would be able to notice the Chakra fluctuations inherent to a successful Genjutsu.
-The ability of insane perception, enabling the user to read lips, copy simple movements and, at later stages, even predict the movements of the enemy.
-The ability to manipulate memories of targets upon but a glance.
-With the prerequisite of having the strength and prowess needed, the user can copy any form of Ninja art from other Shinobi.
'The Eye of Hypnotism' gives the user:
-Allows the user to cast what is commonly known as Genjutsu: Sharingan, which is the ability to implant suggestions into or, in extreme cases, completely take over a persons mind.
Furthermore, each and every one of these abilities will grow in strength with each stage reached. Lastly, the Sharingan can still evolve past the Three Tomoe Stage...
"I'd... forgotten that you where there." He honestly had. The message telling him he'd been 'chosen for the quest system' and all had completely slipped his now rustled mind. He had another advantage to gain strength, he realized. Though he would need to test the limits of this system first... He looked at his room and then at the clock that hung above his front door. He still had another hour... "Status." He called out and, like a signal flare being shot off, he unleashed the gates for a torrent of information.
[Name]: Sasuke Uchiha
VIT: 28 (Mid-Tier Genin)
STR: 24 (Mid-Tier Genin)
DEX: 34 (High-Tier Genin)
INT: 43
Chakra Capacity: 55.000/55.000 (Mid-Tier Chunin)
Chakra Control: 12/250 (Low-Tier Genin)
Taijutsu: 31 (High-Tier Genin)
Ninjutsu: 38 (Low-Tier Chunin)
Genjutsu: 26 (Mid-Tier Genin)
Kinjutsu: 43 (High-Tier Chunin)
Medical Ninjutsu: 0 (NA)
Fujinjutsu: 0 (NA)
[Chakra Affinities]:
[Fire]: Novice
[Lightning]: Novice
He frowned and, as he saw his status screen, a perfectionist desire to increase the numbers, to add more affinities, to increase his mastery bloomed up in his heart. He would need all of these arts up to god-like levels to deal with the Akatsuki and Madara, now that he'd taken all that canon Sasuke did out of the equation. "My responsibility..." He muttered as he frowned at the blue, slightly transparent screen. "Skills?" He asked the air, more questioningly.
[Taijutsu: Interceptor Fist]
The Taijutsu fighting style of the Uchiha clan. It's main strength lay in the limberness and agility of the user to be used to mostly be a reactive fighter, relying on the opponents moves and masterfully playing around them. It's true strength is shown the a user of the Sharingan utilizes this style, using suggestive Genjutsu and the predictive power of their Dojutsu to dominate the opponent.
[Fire Stye: Great Fireball Jutsu]
A C-Rank Ninjutsu technique that requires the user to change the nature of their Chakra to fire in their lungs before expelling it through the mouth to burn a path through everything in front of them via a fireball of size proportionate to the Chakra exchanged.
[Body-Replacement Technique]
One of the Standard Ninjutsu required to pass the Konoha Shinobi Academy. It allows the user to replace themselves with any nearby objects, strangely this is usually a log, to avoid damage.
[Transformation Technique]
The Transformation Technique is a D-Rank Ninjutsu that leans heavily into Real-World Genjutsu to establish a semi-physical illusion over the user to allow them to transform into any form desired.
[Clone Technique]
The standard Clone Technique allows one to create, flimsy, if identical copies of one self that act as nothing more than illusions.
His repertoire was pathetic, really. Now that he had his... unique perspective, he saw how narrow minded he'd gone about gaining strength. There was so much to be learnt in the ninja world, so many techniques and arts that simply limiting himself to physical growth and the occasional elemental Jutsu was just a waste of his talents.
He'd already exited his house in his usual attire, one he still felt comfortable in despite his changes, and found himself making his way to the Uchiha library. After all, may Ninjutsu technique lay there, yes, but there had been masters of all Ninja arts throughout the history of his clan. From Taijutsu masters to Seal Experts that could have tangled with the Uzumaki via a custom seal language, as he had heard.
And, as he entered the library, he found himself spoiled for choice. The building was huge, easily dwarfing his home. Rows upon rows of scrolls, all covered in a layer of dust from top to bottom, littered the tall bookshelves, a ladder standing at the doors entrance there to help any visitors reach up high. He, with his Sharingan, knew he had access to even the secret, sealed scrolls in this library.
Honestly, how had he never considered everything that lay in here?
And now... the knowledge gained by the most powerful clan in history, by his measure, would help him bear the greatest responsibility of all.
He'd started with Fujinjutsu. It was an amazing art, the need for the Uzumaki Clan's destruction being a testament to that, and he'd found purchase with the introductory scrolls. He'd also made three Shadow Clones to study the basics of Medical Ninjutsu, general Shinobi Tactics and a book on Chakra Control. Really, it was an easy Jutsu to learn, the danger came from the amount of Chakra it cost.
[Shadow Clone Jutsu]
An A-Rank Ninjutsu that takes half of the users current Chakra to create a physical copy of themselves that, while lacking in durability, was a carbon copy of the original. Upon release of a clone, their memories and experiences are returned to the user.
He had an entirely new opinion of Naruto and, while he still found the blonde loud and annoying, he had a begrudging respect for him now and as such, he'd tell him about the memory transferring aspect of the Jutsu as soon as they met in half an hour. "Fucking Kakashi..." He muttered. He really was a bad teacher. A good Jonin, but a bad teacher.
Anyways, there was also an entirely different reason for why he was learning Fujinjutsu...
He was planning on sealing a Biju into himself. Really, it was only natural for him to do so. The Akatsuki would target him anyway, seeing as he was planning on ripping their edgy-ass cloaked selves a new hole, so it had no downsides. And... there was a convenient Biju for him to ally with. The Three Tails, seeing as the War in Kiri had ended a year ago and he knew that the Sanbi reformed in a lake that he had trajected to be in the land of Rivers, judging from the fact that it was called the land of Rivers, that it was close to the Land of Fire and as such, was a viable candidate for being the place where Naruto was sent on that mission and where Obito tried to get his hands on the turtle and finally, because there really wasn't any place else for it to be.
He'd try and reason with the Sanbi, of course, seeing as a Perfect Jinjuuriki was better than a forced one but, he would use his Sharingan if he needed to...
The idea of becoming a Jinjuuriki irked him a bit, it would be borrowing power from another being but... he had a responsibility and so, he swallowed his pride. But that lay in the far, far future. He didn't even know how to make a storage seal yet, and definitely not a fucking Four-Pronged Sealing Matrix that he estimated would be enough to make for a Biju-Seal that he would be proud to wear. Because he sure as shit wasn't settling for a sub-par seal. If the Sanbi refused, he would not be bothering with a Biju screaming his ears off all the time and not letting him sleep.
He fucking loved sleep, damn it!
He swatted away a bit of his bangs to read over a specific passage of the scroll once again, continuing to fuel his newly awakened drive for perfection and to bear his newly gained weight of responsibility instead of thinking about how his relationships with his... he hated to admit, friends would change now that he was essential an entirely different person.
Nope, he'd rather read about the ever more interesting art of Fujinjutsu.
'Fujinjutsu is the art of seals. As such, it's principals lay in storage and containment, though it is not limited to it. To give a broad, simplified description: Fujinjutsu uses Ink and a Seal Language to make written word reality.' He read again. It sounded a lot like programming, from what he's already read. It would be applicable in all sorts of ways. From not needing to carry around a backpack on missions to making floating weapons like that one Starwars: The Old Republic Era Sith Girl... no clue what her name was again, but she floated around purple lightsabers and he'd actually like to use something like that. It would greatly help his reactive Taijutsu style to have floating swords that could move unlike any human would when wielding a weapon.
But... that was for the future, now he'll have to learn an entire Seal Language or... make his own. 'A Seal Language can be any form of Language, from the Common Spoken Kanji to an entirely other Alphabet. As long as the user finds meaning in the words and their Chakra reacts to the words appropriately, even made-up languages can work. Though some Seals and their Matrixes are fixed and as such, anybody seeking proficiency in Seals would need to learn the basic Seal Language.' He sighed as he read that part.
He looked at one of his Clones, the familiar face of Uchiha Sasuke, familiar to both his lives, staring back at him. "Take the Scroll on the basic Kanji Language, we can't just make our own." He ordered and his clone sighed in disappointment. He'd planned on making a language out of the English Alphabet and using it to make Seals only he could understand but it seems that would only be useful to a certain degree.
He'd need to buy some Chakra Ink, too. And a good brush... not that he lacked the money. "Heh." He chuckled. Every business the Uchiha owned, along with his families fortune, was his and that money was staggering. It'd be no problem to get any of that. Sadly, no Uchiha had been proficient in Seals in the past few generations and as such, they had none of the equipment on hand.
So he didn't either, now.
No matter, he looked at the stop-watch he'd had a clone fetch. "I'll be heading off." He dispelled the Clone working on General Shinobi Tactics, not wanting to lack in too much of his Chakra and he felt memories of another version of him enter his head. He'd been reading for two sets of half an hour, now. He could now recall what to do in a situation where you where cut off from your team, how to approach a target of superior strength and even a bit on how to negotiate with other Shinobi Villages.
It was good, all in all.
But it wasn't enough. He couldn't negotiate with Madara and he doubted running back to Konoha and asking for Back-up, as instructed, will help. No matter, he scoffed what he now knew to be the typical Uchiha scoff and made his way out of the Library. "I'll kick his ass when the time comes... I hope." Along with the memories of another life came the insecurities and feelings of inadequacy, something not foreign to Sasuke. It was two sets of peoples fears and problems in one.
Great.
He just continued walking to where his memories led him, to training ground 7. Did he neglect to mention that the actual time for them to meet had been three hours ago, when he was still sleeping? Well, he had decided to be just as late as his Sensei. He didn't really care if Kakashi got mad, though he doubted the man would, he was barely their teacher. Not teaching them anything, and all. But, as he entered the forested area, it seems like somebody cared. "-ate, we'll get in trouble too! That brooding asshole!" The distinct sound of Naruto's voice gave him a fresh dose of annoyance. Enough to make him take on the sneer he'd worn for the past few years.
Good.
It would help him hide how much he'd changed. He made his way over to a clearing where a kid with a spiky blonde hair cut was currently screaming at the high heavens and an obviously irritated pink-head and... well, she wore almost exclusively pink. As did the blonde with orange. God they could be an eye-sore. He didn't bother announcing his presence, instead sitting on a rather sturdy branch of a nearby tree. He took out a book on the basic Chakra Control exercises. After all, he would need to explain how he comes about all the knowledge he'll no doubt display in training at some point.
It also gave a more detailed explanation of the Tree- and- Water walking Exercises. Pretty neat stuff, all in all.
But it seems he was destined to be bothered, as the Kunoichi with the forehead of biblical proportions had finally noticed him... okay, she wasn't that bad but he can enjoy himself in his mind, can't he? He was tearing himself up over training and his obvious responsibility already, so he can have a few mental jabs. He was worrying four times over, even, with Shadow Clones and all.
Now that he thought about it, he could only summon three and he had Jonin Chakra reserves, apparently... damn, Naruto, if nothing else, was a monster even without the Kyūbi. "Sasuke-kun!" Ugh. He hated Sakura. At least, the current one. She apparently became bearable enough for him to marry her which... just how? "No doubt you have a reasonable explanation for why you're late! Unlike our Sensei." She scoffed at that last part before going back to fawning over him from down below.
"I was late because Kakashi is late." He simply said. It was not an excuse at all and any sensible Teammate would be appalled. Sakura simply nodded.
Naruto stood there, agape. "Huh? That makes no sense at all." It actually did, but Naruto had his own logic. His own world... 'though, if he gained the power of Kurama, then we'd all be in his world too.'
He shook his head, proceeding to ignore the feisty blonde. Tree Walking was simple, you just need to adjust Chakra to your feet and get it to a certain 'frequency' to match the solid surface you're trying to walk up. It could be done easily and he doubted that he'd need to try much at all, with the Sharingan. Speaking of which, he currently had it activated, something that Naruto had noticed.
He pointed up at the Uchiha. "What's with the eyes?" He asked, a lot mor civil than before.
Sasuke flickered his gaze to the blonde for only a second, truly marveling at the amount of Chakra he possessed even now, dwarfing even what he had felt from Kakashi before he'd gained full access to his Sharingan. "My Dojutsu." He simply replied, giving Naruto far more curtesy than Sasuke had ever before.
Naruto quirked an eye brow in confusion. "A Dobu- dofu- what now?" He struggled with the word and it made him seem pretty stupid. But Sasuke knew better now, he may act and seem stupid most of the time but his intelligence lay in battle prowess and in empathizing with people. But from what he had seen up until now... yeah, he may be stupid otherwise.
Sasuke sighed and shook his head, returning to his book. 'To focus Chakra on the legs, or any other part o-' his readings where interrupted when, without him even sensing it, Kakashi had flickered behind Naruto and Sakura, the pinkette yelping in surprise.
"How's it hanging, my adorable students?" He asked. "The goal for today is to try and not get dirt all over your face when rooting out the plants in the Yamanaka flower growth plantations!" He announced, masked face revealing only one eye, scrunched closed and slightly upwards to indicate that the Jonin was smiling.
Sasuke sighed, closed his book and stored it in his pocket. It less an instruction Scroll on Chakra Control and more a Hand-Book on the footnotes of such a thing. Sighing, he jumped down from the treetops and, contrary to his belief, Kakashi wasn't surprised that he had his previously thought to be deactivated Sharingan active. He'd probably seen it when he was watching them, as he suspected he always did.
The drain on his Chakra from the Sharingan was heavy, but if his sensei telling them that they'd be doing more D-Ranks was anything to go by, then he wont need it much. It would strengthen his prowess with his bloodline and the pride he felt for being and Uchiha, together with his newly gained perfectionist attitude and grim outlook on the future, he feels immense enjoyment at getting to train and use said bloodline.
"You've been awfully forthcoming today, Sasuke." Kakashi asked as he pulled out another weed from in between two tulips. The flowers where beautiful, maybe he'd pay Ino a visit to buy some for his otherwise bleak room. 'If she just calmed down and pulled back on the obsessiveness, I'd give her a chance after the Time-Skip... not now, though. I may be fourteen physically, but I'm more than thrice her age mentally. I know we're Shinobi and all- I could go to a brothel right now and they'd let me- but it's not something I want to do, personally.' He looked up at the serious gaze of Kakashi Hatake.
Sasuke shrugged. "I had a... moment this morning. It let me think on a lot of things and made me realize a lot about myself." He let it hang there. He had done that, after all. It was just that a lot more than some thinking had happened.
"You awakened your Sharingan... what happened?" Kakashi continued as Sasuke stood up to meet the mans gaze.
Sasuke shook his head. "I had it awakened ever since the... massacre." He still felt that sting in his heart at the mention. "But I just hadn't though to try and force some Chakra into my eyes to get them going. I didn't realize I had them." He explained. He almost wanted to crack a joke about how nothing could trump being more traumatic than seeing his entire family tree being slaughtered by his brother, but he held back. He needed to keep up appearances, after all.
He heard his sensei chuckle. "Damn, that's unfortunate. You missed out on quite a lot of time without a Sharingan while you could have had one." Indeed he did, though he still needed another emotional trigger to get it back up and running. So it wasn't as simple as he'd told Kakashi but his Jonin teacher wasn't an Uchiha, even when he had one's eye, and so, wasn't privet to the intestacies of the Sharingan.
"Yeah... yeah, I did."
"Sasuke, would you want to grab some food with me?" Sakura askes suggestively as she snuck up besides him. They'd all split up after they'd finished their fifth D-Rank of the day, the sun already starting to set in the horizon. His Sharingan had long since turned off, lest he collapse from Chakra exhaustion, something he kind of regretted now. He would have liked to have at least one great sunset burned into his Sharingan-assisted photographic memory. To have a good memory while he could still have them.
Before everything goes to hell.
He turned to Sakura, her face hopeful. "Not... today." He hated seeing that dejected look on her face, his instincts as a kind and honest member of society screaming at him to at least give her a chance. But he didn't really like her, it'd end poorly. He consoled himself with that and turned to make his way to his compound.
The clones had been hard at work.
Skill obtained!
[Fujinjutsu: Storage Seal]
The simple storage seal is the basic appliance of Fujinjutsu that every to-be master learns. It can store any number of objects that have either no Chakra, the Chakra of the seals creator or activator, or corpses. The storage space and the swiftness of taking items in and out of the scroll depends on the quality of the seal inscribed. It mostly uses the standardized Kanji but it can be enhanced with a unique Seal Language to make for a more compact and efficient design.
[Fujinjutsu: Seal Language: English]
A seal language comprised of an entire language. On the international grade of Seal Languages, it'd be an easy A-Rank with not a lot to add. The only downside to this specific seal language is the difficulty to merge it with another via the differing alphabets. Though this can be seen as a benefit, as can not only strengthen a specific function of a matrix by using both this languages word for a function, but also the standardized Kanji one. Furthermore, the fact that it is an entirely different alphabet makes it almost impossible to decipher, if used together with other Kanji to obstruct the complete wording.
This Seal Language was created by Uchiha Sasuke.
He hadn't as much 'created' a Seal Language as he'd copied an existing one and just imbued Chakra into his written words. He'd already made an incredibly efficient and complex Storage Seal through first copying the standard one from his Clans scroll and then simply writing circles, cubes and other geometrical shapes comprised of the English equivalent words to the Kanji ones over the seal. Seeing as he didn't make bridge seals to connect both languages except to enhance one another, they didn't hinder each other.
Using geometric shapes for a Seal was more for convenience and to give a sense of unity to the Seal but it is not required to make one. Though making some shapes can impact the function of a Seal as, just as letters do, shapes can have meaning to the user. As such, he'd made a Seal the size of a basketball that looked vaguely like a Minecraft Chest, though like you'd made it through using the things and keys available on your keyboard. It held a metric shitton of things.
To be frank, he was impressed with himself.
He had not an overwhelming talent for Seals, he knew that from how he struggled to grasp the basics at first, but he kind of cheated. You see, he used the combination of an entire free-to-steal language to make his own Seal Language, immensely boosting his progress, and he'd taken inspiration from how computer code worked in his previous life. It made for a great storage seal and as he sat down on his Livingroom couch, having popped all but one Clone, he gave the Chakra Ink and high-quality brush to the copy of himself standing behind him. His back was open and exposed and he felt the cold ink touch his skin as the Clone began his first expedition into enhancing himself with seals...
well, he wasn't as much 'enhancing' himself as he was more giving himself a 24/7 Storage Seal he could access. His Sharingan had help him memorize everything that the scrolls had said and perfectly remember his design for a full-body, two-language Storage Seal that had bridges connected to both his palms to make for easy access. A minute of talking to himself later, and he felt his Clone flush the Seal with Chakra, the straight lines going all along the under side of his arms and to the swirls surrounded by words on his palms almost glowing in the process, and his Seal was complete.
He shivered as he popped the Clone, gaining the experience of actually inscribing such a complex but also simple seal onto the Skin of another, the vision of his Sharingan covering his normal one all the while. He loved Shadow Clones, Naruto had that right, he supposed. He took out three Kunai and, without the puff of smoke that he had removed via an efficiency matrix on the upper left side of the main Seal, the Kunai simply disappeared. He felt no change but, upon reaching out with his Chakra for them, with the weapons in mind, they flickered back into existence in his palm.
It was a strike of genius, really. He abused the intent needed in creating a Seal and the wording of the English Language to make it so that the stored objects could reappear in any position he wanted. He could even add more Chakra to them for some momentum! Though, that was more a by-product of his matrix than any propelling Seal he had.
He sighed in accomplished pride. "Status." He muttered, wondering if his Clones efforts of getting the hang of Surface Walking had yielded commendable results in the game's opinion.
[Name]: Sasuke Uchiha
VIT: 28 (Mid-Tier Genin)
STR: 24 (Mid-Tier Genin)
DEX: 34 (High-Tier Genin)
INT: 49
Chakra Capacity: 56.190/21.008 (Mid-Tier Chunin)
Chakra Control: 31/250 (Mid-Tier Genin)
Taijutsu: 31 (High-Tier Genin)
Ninjutsu: 45 (Low-Tier Chunin)
Genjutsu: 26 (Mid-Tier Genin)
Kinjutsu: 43 (High-Tier Chunin)
Medical Ninjutsu: 0 (NA)
Fujinjutsu: 36 (Prodigal)
[Chakra Affinities]:
[Fire]: Novice
[Lightning]: Novice
Well, wasn't that a nice surprise? His Chakra Capacity had even increased! Though, it made sense. He'd been using the Sharingan on four-times-halved reserves the majority of the day. He stretched and cracked the bones in his neck, fingers and arms as he made his way to the yard with the large lake. As he slid open the sliding door and was met with the clear blue lake, he saw flashes of himself, tongue burned and Chakra exhausted as he tried to impress his father. To be like Itachi.
He wiped away the moisture in his eyes as he made his way to the sanded section to the right, training dummies and other instillations ready for him to use.
He panted as he finished his last set of push-ups, having long since removed the weights he'd bought. He'd gone on a break not two hours ago to get his mind off of things and to rest a bit. He'd gone to the Library and taken out every scroll that seemed even remotely useful to his training into any ninja art and stored it within his seal. After all, where else would the entire library be safe than with the last Uchiha?
If he died or got captured, he sure as hell wouldn't give it all to the surely awaiting hands of Danzo. Without any levels to his skills, he had no clue when they where mastered, so he had made two Shadow Clones after he recovered enough Chakra to go about training even more Chakra control and to get started on medical books. Not even any medical Ninjutsu, just anything a doctor would need in general. It was an obvious prerequisite to starting his training as a med-nin.
But he himself did physical exercise, having at first even used weights he bought with the Chakra Ink. He had long taken them off, though, as it would be counter productive to only train with weights, get to be physically able to achieve immense strength and speed, but then not be accustomed to said strength and speed. So, he needed to train double. And he would, he had a responsibility after all...
The next morning...
He had been cranky and full of sore spots ever since waking up ten minutes ago. Training that much harder and smarter than before had consequences on his body, it seems. "Ugh." He groaned once more as he sat up on the stood that let him reach his dining table, eating a nice bowl of ramen. It wasn't Ichiraku's, he just wanted a cheat day meal after yesterday.
But he still had an hour before he'd go to meet with his team, so he activated his Sharingan while he ate and summoned three more clones, reducing his Chakra, once again, to Genin levels. He didn't need to tell them what to do, they knew already. They where him, after all. One would get started on non-Sharingan and Sharingan Genjutsu, using surrounding wildlife to test what he would be reading. Another would continue his Fujinjutsu expeditions and the last was continuing the admittedly arduous journey through medical studies.
Even now, and even with photographic memories of the books and his stored notes, it was a headache to piece together. Sure, he knew where every nerve, organ and other important spots in the body where after not only fighting against other Shinobi and targeting said spots, but also through easily memorizing the diagrams on the pages, but it was hard to know what to, of what he learned, to apply when.
His clones could still access the Storage Seal dimension, as it was the same seal, the same Chakra and the same dimension all of those where connected to. He sighed and prepared to head to the training ground once more.
"I think you're all ready for... something else." Kakashi announced, diverting their usual path to the D-Rank mission desk to the Hokage's office. Sasuke wondered as they wandered the halls of the gigantic, circular red building that is the Hokage Tower.
'The Wave Mission? Now? I guess it's been a month or so since team 7 formed...' He mused as he rolled his shoulders, Naruto finally taking notice to the 'drawings' on his palm. "What are those ink splotches? You messed up drawing?" He said provocatively as he pointed at his palm.
He scoffed but relented to tell the blonde, maybe he could learn the ninja art his clan was famous and feared for if he gave him the pointers. "It's Fujinjutsu. You're an Uzumaki, right? Shouldn't you know all about it?" He saw Kakashi tense a bit as Sasuke spoke so carelessly about Naruto's S-Rank secret parentage.
Naruto shook his head. "What the hell is Punjutsu- or whatever? And what does it have to do with my name?" He asked with a defensive tone, immediately interpreting Sasuke's words as offensive.
Sasuke shook his head and gave him a look that screamed that the Jinjuuriki was stupid. "The Uzumaki clan? Ugh... I'll give you dobe a history lesson, then." He took a deep breath as Naruto started to growl. "Konoha had a strong ally way back in the day. It was the Uzumaki clan, situated in Uzushiogakure, what I think is your family." He then pointed to Kakashi's shoulder, his Ninja gear having a red swirl placed or knit onto it. "We even wear their clan symbol on our gear." He returned his gaze to Naruto, who had become entranced with his words.
"And?" The blonde asked, savoring anything about his family like a man savored water in a desert.
Sasuke inwardly sighed. He now understood how he had become friends with the blonde later on... or something like friends over their shared status. Sasuke still thought his pain trumped Naruto's by a long shot, since he knew his parents and lost them, but he had risen above petty squabble. "Yeah, so the Uzumaki clan was sadly, um... erased by a combined force of all the rest of the major villages due to their absolute mastery over Fujinjutsu and their talent in the art." He finished and Naruto seemed ready to explode.
"How can I learn Fujinjutsu!?" He asked, not mispronouncing the name now that he knew how important it was to his linage. No doubt, it would be something he will treasure for all his life.
Sasuke smiled, a more genuine smile and from the weird giggle coming from his right, he guessed somebody really enjoyed that look on his face. "Well, first, the basics on what it even is, so you don't get disappointed when it's not as flashy as you want it to be." He scoffed provocatively, trying to still seem like the old Sasuke. "It's, as the name implies, the art of seals." He outstretched his arm and, in a flicker, held a Kunai in the palm of his marked, left palm.
"Woah, how'd you do that?" Naruto asked, getting real close to said palm.
Sasuke retreated his arm back into his pockets and returned the Kunai back to the seal. "It a modified Storage Seal that I've inscribed onto my body for easy access." He then scoffed. "Took me a while, you wouldn't get half of it." He may have sounded honest when he downplayed Naruto's intelligence but he just wanted the blonde to apply himself to Fujinjutsu fully, more so than just out of curiosity for his families art. If nothing else motivates Naruto, then he knew, it was comparing himself and rivaling Sasuke.
He needed the blonde, even as he loathed it a bit, to get strong. If he died, the Kyūbi was in the Akatsuki's, or another villages, hands and that would be catastrophic. Not only would it invalidate most of his admittedly overwhelmingly advantageous meta-knowledge, but it would make Konoha weaker. "I'll show you, I'll be the best Seal Master there ever was!" He shouted and it almost had the same determination he could remember himself having when he promised to shoulder the words burden yesterday. It lacked his conviction and emotion, though...
His promise wasn't something as light as getting to train in a new way or learn a new Jutsu. No...
He promised to shoulder the lives he put in jeopardy by becoming this mixture of two people, by taking away the true Sasuke's story. He was still Sasuke, yes, but he was also somebody else, and that made him not Sasuke. It was confusing. His morose attitude was broken up by Kakashi finally speaking up. "You'll be the master of D-Ranks if you don't behave yourself. We're there." He gestured to the wide, double doors that made entrance to the Hokage's office.
He deactivated his Sharingan, not wanting to seem disrespectful. But even before entering and while he still had it active, he could still see the absolute monolith that was Sarutobi Hiruzen's Chakra. It was dense, it was pure, it was an ocean. It felt just like sitting in the front row of a theater, just that the screen was as bright as the sun.
But, as they entered, said presence seemingly vanished. "Ah, team 7." The old, gentle voice of his military leader echoed out through the office room. The large windows behind his desk made for a backdrop of the Hokage Mountains and a good bit of regular Konoha infrastructure, really showing off and punctuating his position and duties. All in all, the room was masterfully designed. "I assume you are here for something other than D-Ranks, seeing as you've come to me personally." The man let his stern but gentle gaze wander over each of them before setting on Kakashi.
Said lazy Jonin nodded. "Yes, I thought something more challenging would help 'em not die of boredom." He then eye smiled down at them. "Isn't that right, my cute little Genin?" Sasuke scoffed, Sakura hmphed and Naruto was too busy contemplating his familial revelations to really be paying attention. Even the presence that commands complete and utter focus that was the Hokage's didn't bother the blonde.
"Well..." The older man began, reaching for a scroll from the pile of the things from his desk. "I do have this C-Rank..."
"Don't kill the bunny!" Sakura whined as she pushed away my hand as I threw the Kunai at the disguised Demon Brother in the greenery. We had met Tazuna and where on the Wave Mission and I planned on getting as much as I could out of it. Seals make a lot of shit possible, including something akin to bloodline replication.
Well, for some context, most of the scrolls talking about Fujinjutsu where regarding the brief clan feud the Uchiha had with the Uzumaki before the alliance had formed with Hashirama Senju and Konoha. They had applied a lot of Bloodline-related seals on them, even managing to replicate the DNA of an Uchiha accurately enough, to imbue a few of their assassins with his clans prized Dojutsu. It was actually part of why the villages decided to bond together and slay the clan, as the possibility of an entire city of people possessing multiple bloodlines was terrifying.
It wasn't a commonly known thing, else Orochimaru would have studied Seals a lot more than he had already. It was actually locked behind a blood ward in the scroll mentioning the Uzumaki clan in his clans library that only allowed the current clan head's lineage access.
All of this was to say, he could achieve Bloodline replication. While he insisted that the Sharingan and it's evolutions are and will be the strongest Bloodline in the ninja world, boosting his strength and versatility through multiple bloodlines would be a boon of great proportions and as such, was a primary incentive for him to further master Fujinjutsu.
So, he planned on getting the corpse of Haku in his Storage Seal... yeah, he wasn't planning on saving the boy or Zabuza. They where his enemies and he was, in both lives, a lot less empathizing that his demeanor led others to believe. He had perhaps the greatest responsibility out there and killing somebody for their bloodline while they where an enemy fell barely under the line he drew regarding to what lengths he'd go for power.
He wouldn't delve deep into Orochimaru territories but he wouldn't say no to something like what Madara did to get Hashirama's cells.
He refocused on the mission as he shook his head at Sakura's words, sharing a knowing nod with his sensei. "Sorry." He apologized.
Naruto stared at him for a moment, appalled. "You're... you're different Sasuke." Indeed he would be...
"I've just had an opportunity to reflect recently. That's all..." He trailed off and Sakura nodded, as if his words where pearls of eternal wisdom.
Suddenly, he saw two Chakra signatures rapidly approach them. He summoned six Kunai, three for each hand, and readied himself. "Sakura, stay with Tazuna." He commanded and the pinkette listened, slightly quivering as the Demon Brothers where revealed.
He immediately trapped them in a Sharingan: Genjutsu as soon as they met his eyes on what was probably instinct. Rushing forwards as the brothers turned to the left and threw their chains, Sasuke having changed their recent memories and current perception to make them think Kakashi was somewhere over there, he slit the throat of one of them. The other, he took out a Senbon and, with his medical knowledge, stabbed it into three points along his turned-away neck to guarantee a faint.
In just a second and with heavy help from his bloodline, he'd negated the otherwise overwhelming threat. He stored the body of the first in his seal, planning on cashing in whatever bounty the man had, not that he needed the money, and faced the rest of his team behind him, the two Genin with open mouths staring back. He looked up at the amused face of Kakashi. "Interrogate that one, I left him alive." He said, having planned out that part already.
He was strong but...
"Liver..." A deep, rumbling voice called out through the recently set-in mist.
He wasn't that strong, yet.
"Lungs..." It repeated as they all stood on guard, Kakashi pocketing his orange book of smut. "Heart... all are vital points of the body. All can be used as targets... all are viable for me to stab through." The sound of metal cutting through air let him know to duck when a gigantic, six foot tall sword impacted into the tree to his right.
In a flash, a tall, slightly tanned man stood on top of it's hilt. His forearms and shins where covered in a cow-print cloth and he had no shirt on and only blue-striped, baggy pants. lastly, he wore a set of bandages to hide his lower face and the last thing he wore, was an ugly frown. With my Sharingan active, Sasuke tried to meet his eyes but he never directly looked at the Uchiha. "Ah, Kakashi Hatake. Copy-Cat Ninja. Kakashi of the Sharingan." He then looked at him, though never in the eyes. "And a mini-me." The man chuckled a gruff thing.
"I'll handle this. Protect the client." Kakashi, more serious than he'd ever heard him, called out as the mist around them thickened.
Zabuza crouched down, grabbed the hilt of his sword and, as if hanging on monkey bars, he swung downwards and ripped it out of the tree, landing with the stupidly large sword in hand. I wanted to trust Kakashi, the killing intent this man was giving off was bad, very, very bad but I knew he would loose and I couldn't trust cannon. Never, I would never fully trust things to go as in cannon.
An Idea struck me. While I couldn't take in anything that produced Chakra, nothing held me back from making a Seal to seal Chakra itself. After all, Elemental seals existed. I took out a quick scroll and rolled it open and, in a split second with the help of my Sharingan and the use of my Storage Seal, I inscribed what I hoped would work as a Chakra absorbing seal. I plopped it onto the ground and, to my surprise, it started sucking in the mist around us. Slowly, it would take 10 minutes to get it all without Zabuza producing more but it would help decrease the density.
I heard said Swordsman chuckle as he saw my spit-second seal art. "Ha! You're little minion's got some smarts!" I felt a presence behind me and, turning, another Zabuza stood inside the triangle formation the rest of team 7 and I had formed in front of Tazuna. I swung to meet the eyes of this one and it let me and that, together with the fact that it lacked a Chakra system, made it clear it was a clone.
Still, as I was too slow to react to the kick I could see coming, I was flung into the greenery around us.
That's chapter one everybody! Tell me how you liked it in the reviews!