Capítulo 20: Cloud Arena
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The image of the Cloud Arena filled with cheering spectators, the tension of the impending battles hanging heavily in the air, was thrilling to Ryomaru. He imagined the shinobi facing off against each other, their determination burning bright in their eyes.
"That sounds… intense," Ryomaru murmured, his heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and excitement. He wasn't old enough to participate yet, but he could already feel a wave of anticipation building within him.
B laughed heartily, clapping Ryomaru on the back. "It sure is, Ryo," he agreed. "But remember, it's not just about strength or skills. It's about demonstrating the qualities of a true shinobi - courage, wisdom, and the will to protect your loved ones and your village."
Ryomaru took in B's words, his young heart swelling with determination. He might only be five, but he knew, one day, he would stand tall in the Cloud Arena, a proud participant of the Chunin Exams. He would show everyone what it meant to be the son of the Raikage, a shinobi of the Cloud Village.
B sighed deeply, a thoughtful expression adorning his face. "I didn't expect the Uchihas to come, especially with Fugaku and his family. It's... surprising."
"Why?" Ryomaru asked curiously, his ice-blue eyes wide with intrigue. The Uchihas were among Konoha's most renowned clans, their name echoed with respect in the shinobi world.
"Well, Ryo," B started, pausing to gather his thoughts. "There's a bit of strife between the Uchiha clan and the rest of the Leaf Village. It's a complex situation, and having the Uchihas here... it adds an unexpected layer to the dynamics."
Ryomaru frowned slightly, processing the information. He'd heard of such conflicts before, but having it play out in front of him lent a new gravity to the issue.
"But more importantly, it seems young Itachi Uchiha will be participating in the Chunin Exams," B added, his voice adopting a more serious tone.
"Itachi... I've heard about him," Ryomaru said, his eyebrows furrowing in thought. "They say he's a prodigy, right?"
B nodded. "That's right. He's only nine, but his skills are remarkable. Even I've heard tales of his prowess," he confessed, his usually playful tone replaced by genuine admiration.
Ryomaru pondered on this, his mind buzzing with curiosity about Itachi. Even among the elite Uchihas, to stand out at such a young age was an extraordinary feat.
"I see," Ryomaru murmured, the image of Itachi—serious, observant, and undeniably impressive—forming in his mind.
The two walked in companionable silence, their footsteps echoing lightly against the cobblestone path. The sun was beginning to set, casting long, dramatic shadows around them and bathing the Cloud Village in a soft, warm glow.
Ryomaru couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement. The visit of the Hokage, the looming Chunin Exams, the intriguing Uchihas—it all hinted at the promise of an eventful time.
The weight of his role in these events was not lost on him. As the son of the Raikage, the eyes of his village were upon him. It was not just a responsibility; it was his duty. The anticipation of what lay ahead sent a thrilling shiver down his spine.
B's voice, low and thoughtful, pulled Ryomaru from his reverie. "Just remember, Ryo," B said, his gaze serious. "The upcoming events may be overwhelming. But I believe in you. You have the heart of a true shinobi—courageous and compassionate."
B paused, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You're a representative of our village and of your father, the Raikage. But more importantly, you're you—Ryomaru. Never forget that, okay?"
Ryomaru met B's gaze, the sincerity in the older shinobi's words anchoring him. "I understand, B," he replied, his voice firm with resolve. "Thank you."
Ryomaru's arrival back home was met with an exclamation of delight from Miori. With a joyful cry, she swept him into a tight hug, her arms encircling him in a warm embrace. "Look at you, my handsome boy!" she exclaimed, her voice thick with affection.
Ryomaru chuckled softly, hugging her back. His mother's warmth was a soothing balm, washing away the leftover stress from the day's events. Despite his excitement about what had transpired, being home with his mother felt comforting in its own unique way.
Miori pulled back to study him, her dark eyes sparkling with unshed tears of joy and pride. The evening sun streaming through the window illuminated her son's features, casting a halo of light around his black hair and setting his ice-blue eyes alight.
lright, so it's close to noon and I'm starving," Ryomaru announced, rubbing his stomach theatrically. He turned to face Itachi and Sasuke, grinning. "We can either go for dango or barbecue. What do you guys think?"
"Dango," Itachi replied almost instantly. A subtle flush tinted his cheeks as he realized how quickly he'd responded. The corner of Ryomaru's mouth quirked upwards at the sight, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Alright, dango it is," he declared, trying to suppress a chuckle. "There's this fantastic shop nearby that serves the best dango in town. You'll love it!"
Sasuke's eyes lit up at the prospect of trying the sweet dumplings, a small smile playing on his lips. Itachi, on the other hand, simply nodded, a light blush still visible on his face.
Ryomaru led them through winding streets and bustling squares, expertly navigating the lively village. Eventually, they arrived at a small, unassuming shop tucked away in a quiet corner. It had a homely aura to it, the warm scent of cooking dango wafting from the open windows.
"Here we are," Ryomaru announced, pushing open the door to reveal a cozy interior filled with the cheerful chatter of patrons and the clinking of cutlery.
They took their seats at a table near the window, a friendly server promptly taking their order. As they waited for their food, the conversation flowed effortlessly, transitioning from casual talk to more profound subjects.
"I have a question, Itachi-san," Ryomaru started, leaning back in his chair. His gaze was intent, reflecting a deep-rooted curiosity. "Why did you choose to become a shinobi?
Itachi paused, considering his answer. His onyx eyes met Ryomaru's, their depths veiling a complicated mix of emotions. "It was… expected," he admitted, his voice soft. "As a member of the Uchiha clan, it was predetermined. But also… I want to protect the people I care about."
Ryomaru nodded, understanding the burden of expectations and responsibility. He glanced over at Sasuke, offering him an encouraging smile. "What about you, Sasuke-kun? What do you want to be when you grow up?"
Sasuke's eyes widened a bit at the question. He looked at Itachi, then back at Ryomaru. His small hands clenched in his lap as he gathered his thoughts. "I… I want to be like Itachi-nii," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ryomaru smiled, a soft, genuine smile. "That's a great aspiration, Sasuke-kun," he praised. He turned his gaze back to Itachi, his voice carrying a note of respect. "Your brother is indeed someone worth looking up to."
As their dango arrived, the atmosphere around the table lightened. They delved into their food, appreciative hums and nods exchanged as they savored the delicious dumplings. The conversation drifted from shinobi duties to their favorite training routines, their shared experiences weaving a web of camaraderie.
Ryomaru, ever the gracious host, made sure the brothers were comfortable and engaged, his easy-going nature diffusing any potential awkwardness. His infectious laughter and charming stories had Sasuke giggling and Itachi offering the occasional smile.
However, as the sun began its descent, an unspoken understanding settled among them. It was time to return. Ryomaru led the Uchihas back to the Raikage's residence, the setting sun casting long shadows on the path.
At the gates, Sasuke turned to Ryomaru, his obsidian eyes gleaming with newfound respect. "Thanks for today, Ryo," he said, a shy grin spreading across his face.
Ryomaru flashed him a warm smile, ruffling Sasuke's hair playfully. "No need for thanks, Sasuke-kun. I had fun too. We should do it again sometime."
Itachi, who'd been watching the exchange silently, turned to Ryomaru. There was a glimmer of appreciation in his eyes. "Yes," he concurred, offering a rare smile. "We should."
Ryomaru's grin widened at Itachi's agreement. Despite the Uchiha's usual reserved demeanor, Ryomaru could sense a trace of warmth beneath it. This day had provided a rare glimpse into the lives of the Uchiha brothers and in return, they had witnessed a facet of Ryomaru's persona that went beyond the playful charm he usually displayed.
As they parted ways, Ryomaru watched the brothers disappear into the grandeur of the Raikage's residence. Their meeting had sparked a connection, one that Ryomaru hoped would grow into a strong bond in the days to come.
Later that night, Ryomaru recounted the day's events to his mother. Miori listened with rapt attention, her heart swelling with pride as Ryomaru narrated his interactions with the Uchiha brothers.
Ryomaru awoke the next day, an unfamiliar excitement bubbling within him. He was to accompany Itachi and Sasuke to the Chunin Exam's first stage and later take Sasuke to the academy. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand and hurriedly got dressed, the morning light streaming through the windows.
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