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| In the night of a full moon, when the stars glistered in the sky, a boy, walked in the forest of chilling cold, scanning for signs of movement. The boy was running as fast as he could, sounds of footsteps crunching and creaking behind him. Each crunch against the leaves laying on the ground would send shocks of fear and terror into his young mind. Sao, a boy of no extreme talent, unaware of his own abilities, fearing for his own life, ran in a forest of darkness, surrounded by the fear of death. Clutching at the pendent that hung by his neck, he prayed to his father, his mother to keep him safe. His mother had died a few years back, strucken down by a sickness that the doctors could not cure. His father, in rage and disappoint, unleashed a fury that Sao had never seen. Within a day, his father had slaughtered all the doctors in the area for their incompetence and was then excelled as a missing-nin. Sao was given the pendant by his dad before he was taken into custody by his aunt and uncle. It was a farewell gift from his father, and he treasured it deeply. As he grew older, he heard the rumors of his dad becoming an elite missing-nin, rumored to have the strength equal to that of Itachi during his prime. Sao felt warm when he had heard this, and he had made it his mission to forever seek power to one day surpass his father. But right now, the situation was looking grim; he had trespassed in an area that he should not have, and now, the people after him had killing intent in their movements. He was still young, his sharingan still not developed. As he ran through the forest, stumbling every other step, he saw a flashback of his past, a memory of when he was a baby, his mother craddled him in her arms, singing lullabies and putting him to sleep. Then he saw his cousin, only 6 years old, but full of life and vigor. His aunt who was especially nice to him and his uncle who was rude and abnoxious. A spark of warmth came to his chest, and he slowly felt invigorated. He knew it wasn't time for him to give up. It was time to escape, run, flee for help, but he knew, he had to live through this experience. After hours of running, his stamina was running low, each breath was deeper and deeper; his throat was now getting coarse and he could barely run any longer. It seemed the people after him were merely mocking him, waiting for him to reach fatigue. At the end of his stamina, he tripped landing hard on his face and stomach...a streak of blood came flowing down his forehead as he rolled over facing the sky. He was far to exhausted to run any further, the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer. Then it all stopped, 4 shadows hovered over him, as he looked up with fear. The sweat dripped down his face as he looked up, seeing growling faces painted with a assortment of color. They looked like they were about to kill him any second. Slowly gaining stamina from lying there, he watched carefully, waiting for the sudden movement to jump up and dodge the strike. One of them grinned at the others and said, "Looks like the kid has finally ran out of stamina. Pretty impressive for getting this far eh...hehehe. Now why were you in the hidden village of sand?," the nin asked him with a glare. Sao stammered as he slowly got up but was kicked in the chest and forced down again..."Who said you could get up? Answer the question or die now, " another nin said with a similar ferocity. Knowing that he was at their mercy at the moment, he said teary, "I was just exploring, when i stumbled in that village. Honestly, I didn't mean to." The first nin sneered and scowled and then said, "A likely story, who are you trying to lie to? We're not stupid", he said as he kicked Sao in the stomach. Sao groaned in pain as he rolled over on his side. A nin behind him, grabbed him by the colar of his shirt and picked him up off the ground. The front of the shirt began to choke him as Sao twitched and turned in mid air. Then the nin let him down and Sao gasped for breath. Constantly aware, Sao continued to look for signs of escape, but he couldn't find any. The four nins had him trapped good. I have got to get out of here. The fourth nin suddenly grapped Sao's hair and pulled his head back. hmmm, you shouldn't lie to your elders, your gonna get yourself real hurt, he said as he lifted Sao into the air by the hair and threw him. Sao screamed with pain as he flew in the air, but managing to regain posture, he twisted, and managed to land on one knee. The word elders had sparked his anger, his rage that flew inside him. He remembered his family, his father, his mother, and his tragic past. The blood of the Uchiha bloodline boiled in his heart as his eyes opened larger and larger. The pupils began to change color as black marks began to appear. He had awakened his bloodline ability, the sharingan. In the midst of battle, from fear, terror, rage, and anger, his 2 mark sharingan sparkled from within and he glared at the 4 nins in front of him with the utmost contempt. Giving a loud scream, he released some anger and he suddenly felt invigorated and ready to fight. He pulled out kunais and ran at the 4 nins, followed by a series of punches and kicks that had been taught to him since child hood. The nins of course saw the anger that was broiling within the young nin, but they acted with grace, blocking and dodging with their own weapons. Jumping into the air, Sao unleashed a Katon Ryuuku No Jutsu at all of them, bigger fireballs than he had ever done in his life. Pulling out his shurikens, he continued the attack with the windmill triple blade attack of the Uchiha Clan; shurikens hidden under each others shadows, hiding from the nins the secret of the art. The fire manipulation training that he had gone through posed to be an additional advantage here, for he wrapped each sharingan into balls of fire and flashed them out at them. The nins though fairly weak took a little damage but was still able to stand. They were royally pissed now, for you could almost see steam coming out of their ears. Sao's stamina was once again almost depleted as he fell to the ground, keeping his balance on one knee. Where in the world did you pull so much power from....One of the nins commented. He's an uchiha, did you see his sharingan? If we capture him and take him to our boss, we might be able to get much rewards...hehehe., Another nin exclaimed, chuckling to himself. Even with his newly activated sharingan, Sao was at his limit, his eyes began to blur as the night slowly crept into him. His vision getting more and more blurry until he finally blacked out. He fell face first into the mud that was in front of him and was KOed. He awoke the next day. Opening his eyes, he was at his aunt's house, his cousin, right by his side. huh? where am I? was that a dream?, Sao said aloud. His aunt looked at him, scared, nervous, and curious, We found you in front of our house, with lots of bruises and blood, completely unconscious. What happened?, She asked with concern as well. Sao's head was dizzy, he looked at his little cousin, wanting to tell her all that happened, unsure of what to say to his aunt. Who had saved him? What had he just gone through? What was to happen next? Could he still control the sharingan? But that's a mystery for another day Fire Manipulation Training, Katon Ryuuku no Jutsu, Windmill Triple Blade, Grand Fireball, Shuriken Fireballs |