Hello guys i hope yall are enjoying the story so far. This Chapter is the start of when things go bad.
The air crackled with anticipation as Kimura and Indra faced each other across the training dojo. The other monks, drawn by the rumors of Kimura's intense training, formed a silent, expectant circle around them. Asura and Hagoromo stood side-by-side, their eyes fixed on the two combatants.
"Take your stances," Hagoromo instructed, his voice firm.
Both combatants assumed fighting positions.
"Begin!"
And then, Kimura exploded into motion. A blur of speed, she vanished from sight, leaving behind a trail of displaced air. The monks gasped. No one, not even Indra, had ever witnessed such speed.
Suddenly, she reappeared, a viper striking, her foot lashing out with devastating force. Indra, caught completely off guard, barely managed to block the vicious side kick, the impact sending him skidding backwards.
He looked up, his arms tingling from the force of the blow. "Impossible," he muttered, his eyes wide with disbelief.
But before he could recover, Kimura vanished once more. A chilling sensation washed over him as he felt the wind whipped by his ear. Then, a searing pain erupted in his back as he was sent flying by a devastating spin kick.
He twisted, regaining his footing, his Sharingan spinning furiously. "She's faster… much faster," he acknowledged, his mind racing. "But how? What technique is she using?"
Kimura vanished again, a ghost in the wind. Indra braced himself, his Sharingan scanning the area, desperately trying to anticipate her next move. But it was too late. A sharp elbow, swift and unexpected, slammed into his ribs, and one to his lead leg forcing him to double over in pain.
Before he could recover, Kimura launched herself into the air, her knee striking his chin with the force of a battering ram. He soared through the air, landing heavily on the mat.
Indra groaned, his vision blurred. The pain in his ribs was excruciating, and his left leg still throbbed from the earlier blow. He struggled to get to his feet, but before he could, a searing pain erupted in his shoulder blade.
Kimura, with a speed that defied belief, had appeared behind him, her fingers piercing his shoulder, a precise strike that sent a jolt of paralyzing pain through his left arm. Then, with a swift kick, she sent him crashing to the ground, unconscious.
Kimura stood over him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She hadn't meant to hit him that hard. The training, the increased speed, the heightened awareness… it had all culminated in a victory she hadn't anticipated. "I need to practice more control," she muttered, a tinge of worry in her voice.
"The match is over," Hagoromo announced, his voice echoing through the dojo. "Kimura is the victor."
Hagoromo gently picked up the unconscious Indra. "Don't worry about him," he said, his voice calm. "He'll be fine with some rest. You've gotten stronger, Kimura. I'm proud." With that, he left the dojo, presumably to tend to Indra's injuries.
The monks, who had missed much of the breathtaking display of speed, stared at Kimura in awe. "Wow," Asura exclaimed, his eyes wide with amazement. "I've never seen that kind of speed before! You were like a ghost!"
Kimura blushed slightly. "It wasn't that great," she demurred, "I just trained really hard."
Asura's curiosity was piqued. "How did you get so fast?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder.
Kimura hesitated for a moment, then explained, "Well, I came up with a new fuinjutsu formula. It increases the gravitational force on anything it's placed on."
Asura gasped. "Wow, you can do that?"
"Yup," Kimura replied, a hint of pride in her voice.
The monks, their eyes wide with excitement, immediately began bombarding her with questions. Like Indra, Kimura was greatly respected for her contributions to the village. Her storage scrolls had revolutionized their lives, making their daily tasks significantly easier. To witness the endless potential of fuinjutsu, to see it manifested in such a spectacular way, was truly awe-inspiring.
Indra awoke to the gentle sway of the bed, disoriented. He groaned, his head pounding. The memory of the spar flashed through his mind: the blur of speed, the searing pain of Kimura's blows, the humiliating defeat.
Anger surged through him, a venomous tide threatening to consume him. He clenched his fists, his knuckles white. How could he have lost? He was the heir of Ninshu, destined to be the strongest. Yet, Kimura, his own sister, had surpassed him, had humiliated him in front of the entire village.
He threw off the bed sheets, a whirlwind of frustrated energy. He had to train harder, push himself further. This defeat was unacceptable. He would not be outdone by his own sister.
He stormed out of the room, his footsteps echoing through the quiet halls. Hagoromo, watching from a distance, observed his son's departure. He saw the simmering anger in Indra's eyes, the fierce determination that masked a deeper, more unsettling emotion. He dismissed it as sibling rivalry, a natural consequence of their competitive nature.
But as Indra disappeared down the corridor, Hagoromo couldn't shake off the feeling that something had shifted within his son. There was a darkness lurking in Indra's eyes, a shadow that Hagoromo couldn't quite define, but that chilled him to the bone.
Kimura, after answering a barrage of questions from the eager monks, made her way to a secluded training field. It was time to experiment, to see if she could replicate the incredible display of chakra manipulation she had witnessed earlier.
From what she observed, her father had been manipulating solid, almost tangible orbs of chakra. Kimura knew her own chakra reserves were vast, incredibly dense. Shaping it shouldn't be impossible, she reasoned.
She sat cross-legged on the cool earth, her mind focused. She delved deep within herself, reaching into the core of her being, and grasped onto the raw, potent energy that surged within her.
Dark blue chakra, almost black in its intensity, erupted from her body, swirling around her like a dense fog. As she attempted to mold it, to give it form, a strange sensation arose from her back. She opened her eyes, startled.
Emerging from her back, a midnight blue chain of chakra, pulsating with raw power, writhed and coiled. It was unlike the smooth, spherical orbs her father had created. Yet, she had successfully shaped her chakra into a tangible form.
She attempted to create another, and a second chain materialized, thinner than the first, but equally potent. However, controlling both proved to be a challenge. The chains seemed to have a mind of their own, writhing and twisting unpredictably.
Kimura realized that this might be her own unique manifestation of her father's ability, a diluted version, perhaps, like Indra's Sharingan compared to the Rinnegan. Chains, it seemed, were her default form.
She decided to focus on mastering the control of these chains, to learn to wield them with precision and grace. Only then would she attempt to explore other shapes, to push the boundaries of her newfound ability.
Kimura spent hours honing her "Chakra Forging," as she had aptly named her newfound ability. Initially, controlling even two chains proved to be a formidable challenge. However, through countless hours of dedicated practice, she gradually gained mastery. She experimented with lifting heavy objects, increasing the size and strength of the chains, and even channeling elemental chakra through them, creating chains of fire and ice.
Wiping the sweat from her brow, she finally decided to end her training for the day. Controlling two chains was a significant achievement, but she yearned to create more, to control them independently, like individual limbs. This would require immense focus, a level of concentration she had yet to achieve. Perhaps extended meditation would help.
Unknown to Kimura, Indra had been observing her training from the shadows. He had been intrigued by her rapid improvement and had secretly followed her to this secluded training ground. What he witnessed left him both impressed and unsettled. Kimura was not content with merely mastering existing techniques; she was constantly seeking innovation, analyzing her opponents, and developing new and creative strategies. It was her insatiable curiosity, her relentless pursuit of improvement, that truly made her a formidable opponent.
Gritting his teeth, Indra turned and walked away, determined to surpass her. He would not be outdone.
Meanwhile, Asura, having completed his own training regimen, was basking in the afterglow of a successful breakthrough. He had been striving to increase the raw power of his punches, to unleash devastating force with each strike. After much experimentation, he had finally devised a technique: gathering a concentrated burst of chakra within his fist and releasing it upon impact.
He gathered chakra, a potent surge of energy coalescing within his fist. Then, with a thunderous roar, he struck the ground. "BOOOOOOOOM!"
The impact was devastating. The ground beneath him erupted, a shockwave radiating outwards, obliterating the surrounding trees and leaving a gaping crater in its wake. Asura, panting but exhilarated, surveyed the scene. He had finally created a technique of his own, a testament to his own ingenuity.
Having unleashed his newfound power, Asura decided to call it a day. He left the desolate clearing, a triumphant grin plastered on his face.
Time passed, and the three siblings continued to train relentlessly, pushing their limits. By the age of seventeen, Kimura had emerged as the strongest among them. Her taijutsu had reached a terrifying level of proficiency. Her speed was now so great that she could leave behind multiple afterimages, a whirlwind of motion that confounded even the most skilled opponents. Her strength had increased exponentially, allowing her to shatter stone with a single, focused blow.
Her mastery of the elements had also grown significantly. She discovered that she could combine her water and lightning chakra to create a devastating new technique: Gale Release. This technique allowed her to generate powerful beams of lightning with the consistency of water, akin to high-velocity laser beams. She also developed Swift Release, a combination of wind and lightning chakra that dramatically increased her speed, leaving behind a trail of fleeting afterimages.
However, her attempts to combine all three elements – water, lightning, and wind – had proven to be unpredictable, resulting in uncontrolled explosions of energy.
Kimura also began to integrate her elemental chakra into her taijutsu. She could channel lightning through her body, scrambling an opponent's nervous system with a single touch. Wind chakra allowed her to generate razor-sharp wind blades on her hands, capable of slicing through stone with ease. Water chakra, when channeled through her body, enhanced her flexibility and allowed her to regulate her body temperature with incredible precision.
Her ingenuity extended beyond combat. She developed a series of innovative fuinjutsu techniques. The "Immobilizer Seal" instantly froze any target it touched, while the "Chakra Seal" effectively suppressed an opponent's chakra flow. She even created a series of intricate medical seals that could rapidly heal injuries.
But perhaps her most significant achievement was the refinement of her "Chakra Forging" technique. She could now create numerous chains, manipulating them with effortless grace and precision, almost as if they were extensions of her own limbs. She discovered that she could even use the chains as a medium for fuinjutsu, instantly sealing the chakra of any opponent entangled within them.
Furthermore, she expanded her repertoire of "Chakra Forged" weapons, creating staffs, small knives, swords, and even a deployable, multi-layered barrier that provided near-perfect protection.
Kimura meticulously documented all her discoveries, her personal scrolls overflowing with intricate diagrams, detailed observations, and insightful theories. Each new breakthrough fueled her desire to push the boundaries of her abilities, to explore the limitless potential of chakra.
Indra, now 20 years old, had also greatly improved during this time. He had spent countless hours refining his Sharingan, its power now a constant, almost instinctive presence within him. He discovered that the trance-like state induced in animals by his gaze was not merely a passive effect, but an active technique – an illusion, a manipulation of the senses. He named this ability "genjutsu."
Through meticulous experimentation, he learned to weave intricate illusions, manipulating the perceptions of his opponents, hypnotizing them, and even controlling their actions. He applied this newfound understanding to his chakra techniques, developing devastating fire and lightning-based jutsu. The "Fire Release: Great Fireball Jutsu" allowed him to unleash a torrent of flames from his mouth, the intensity of the fire directly proportional to the amount of chakra infused within it. The "Lightning Release: Lightning Roar" was a terrifying display of power, a concentrated bolt of lightning unleashed with devastating force.
He also refined his taijutsu, incorporating the insights gained from his Sharingan. His movements became fluid and graceful, almost inhuman in their precision and speed.
However, witnessing Kimura's meteoric rise, her constant recognition as the strongest among them, began to gnaw at him. A permanent scowl seemed to have etched itself onto his face, making him appear brooding and intimidating. The other monks, sensing this shift in his demeanor, began to avoid him, creating a growing distance between Indra and his peers.
Indra withdrew from the communal training sessions, preferring the solitude of his own rigorous training regimen. He began to train obsessively, driven by a mixture of ambition and resentment.
Hagoromo, ever observant, noticed the subtle changes in his son. Indra, at the cusp of adulthood, had become increasingly withdrawn, his emotions amplified, his demeanor marked by a growing sense of isolation. Hagoromo knew that his son's awakening of the Sharingan had unleashed powerful forces within him, forces that he might not fully understand or be able to control.
Asura, now 19 years old, trained just as relentlessly as his siblings, focusing on honing his incredible strength and resilience. His "Superpower Punches," as he had come to call them, had become second nature, a devastating force that could shatter rock with a single blow.
An unexpected result of this rigorous training was a profound increase in his chakra control. He discovered that he could not only unleash chakra from his fists but also from his feet, creating shockwaves that could disrupt the ground beneath his opponents.
This newfound mastery over his chakra led to another unexpected discovery: the ability to heal. He found that he could channel his chakra to mend injuries, not just his own but also those of others. Inspired by Kimura's medical seals, he delved into the study of medical ninjutsu, pouring over ancient scrolls and treatises. He realized that while Kimura's seals were incredibly effective, his own innate ability to manipulate chakra offered a unique advantage. He could not only heal injuries but also treat illnesses and even counteract minor ailments. He could even direct his chakra to heal himself from within, significantly enhancing his resilience and allowing him to recover from even the most grievous wounds. This newfound ability earned him a second nickname: "Asura the Healer."
Asura also continued to refine his wind chakra techniques. He developed a potent defense mechanism, creating a swirling vortex of wind that deflected incoming attacks, forming an impenetrable "Wind Armor." He was currently experimenting with techniques that would allow him to utilize wind chakra for flight or gliding, though he had yet to achieve consistent results.
Hagoromo watched his children with a mixture of pride and apprehension. They had grown into extraordinary individuals, each possessing unique strengths and a deep understanding of ninshu. Kimura, his daughter, was a prodigy, a master of fuinjutsu and a formidable combatant. Indra, his eldest son, was a force of nature, his Sharingan a weapon of unparalleled power. And Asura, his middle child, possessed a strength and compassion that belied his youth.
While primogeniture was the traditional path of succession, Hagoromo believed that leadership should be based on merit, not birthright. He sought to choose the heir not by blood, but by ability.
"My children," Hagoromo began, his voice resonating with gravitas. "You have all grown into exceptional individuals, surpassing even my own expectations. Now, the time has come for me to choose my successor, the one who will guide our people into the future."
He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle. "This will not be based on birth," he continued, "but on merit. I will present you with a single, challenging task. Your approach to this task, your ingenuity, your resourcefulness, your teamwork, and your ultimate success will determine who among you will inherit my mantle."
A hush fell over the room as the siblings exchanged glances. The weight of their father's words, the gravity of the decision, hung heavy in the air. This was the most important moment of their lives, a test that would define their destinies.