Capítulo 5: Chapter 4: The Island of Trials
The roaring wind howled around Minato as the old cargo ship's rusted hull cut through the churning waves. His eyes remained fixed on the distant outline of Lian Yu—a jagged, hostile island cloaked in thick forests and rocky cliffs. Its ominous silhouette promised hardship and isolation. Exactly what he needed.
Kurama's voice echoed in his mind. "You sure about this? Not much of a 'warm welcome' out there."
Minato smirked faintly, tightening the straps of his survival pack. "That's the point."
The ship's captain—a grizzled old man with a scar tracing down his cheek—approached him. "End of the line, kid. You sure you wanna get off here?"
Minato nodded, his expression resolute. "I'm sure."
The captain shrugged, clearly thinking Minato was out of his mind. "Your funeral." He pulled a lever, lowering the rusty metal ramp onto the rocky shore.
Without a second thought, Minato stepped off the ship and onto Lian Yu's cold, unforgiving ground. As the ship disappeared back into the misty horizon, the full weight of his isolation settled over him. He was truly alone—save for Kurama.
Day One
Minato trekked through the dense forest, weaving past twisted roots and towering trees. Every movement felt like the island itself was testing him, branches clawing at his clothes and uneven ground threatening to trip him at every step.
"We'll set up camp near water," Minato muttered. "Food and shelter come first."
Kurama hummed thoughtfully. "Smart thinking. But remember—you're not just surviving here. You're training."
Minato's blue eyes narrowed. "I know."
After hours of hiking, he found a small, clear stream running through a rocky ravine. It would serve well as a water source. He gathered fallen branches and crafted a crude shelter using leaves and vines to shield himself from the bitter wind.
As night fell, hunger gnawed at his stomach. Gripping a makeshift spear he'd carved from a sturdy branch, he prowled along the water's edge, searching for prey. His senses were sharp, years of shinobi training still ingrained in him despite his weaker, untrained body.
A flicker of movement caught his eye—an unsuspecting rabbit drinking from the stream. In one swift motion, Minato hurled the spear, striking true. The rabbit collapsed instantly.
He exhaled slowly, retrieving his kill. "It's not much, but it'll keep me alive."
"Efficient," Kurama remarked, impressed. "Though I expected you'd be rusty after all these years."
Minato allowed himself a small smile as he skinned and cooked the rabbit over a fire. "Muscle memory doesn't fade that easily."
As he ate in silence, the crackling firelight danced in his eyes. The memories of his parents' deaths still haunted him, but for the first time, the crushing guilt felt… distant. He had a purpose now—a goal.
Day Five
The days passed in a blur of sweat, pain, and exhaustion. Minato pushed his body to its limits, retraining skills long dormant. Every sunrise marked a new day of brutal training—running through the rugged forests, climbing sheer cliffs, and practicing martial techniques until his muscles burned.
By the fifth day, he was drenched in sweat, panting from an intense round of taijutsu practice against a makeshift training post he'd built from thick tree trunks. His strikes were quick and precise, though far from perfect.
"Your form is sloppy," Kurama criticized from within. "Your stance is too rigid."
Minato clenched his teeth, adjusting his footing. He unleashed a barrage of kicks and punches, splintering the post in a spray of wood.
"Better?" he asked breathlessly.
"Still slow. But you're improving."
Minato collapsed onto the forest floor, breathing heavily. He stared up at the canopy of trees, sunlight filtering through the leaves. The scent of earth and saltwater filled the air.
"Back in my world, I was the fastest shinobi alive," he said quietly, more to himself than to Kurama. "Now I'm just… average."
"For now." Kurama's tone was firm. "But speed isn't just about your body—it's about your mind. You still have that."
Minato nodded slowly. He closed his eyes and let the forest's rhythm calm his mind. The wind rustling the leaves, the distant crash of waves—it all felt… peaceful, despite the harsh environment.
Nightfall
The campfire crackled softly, its warm light flickering against the rugged walls of Minato's makeshift camp. He sat cross-legged near the flames, sharpening his hunting knife while listening to the distant calls of nocturnal creatures.
Kurama stirred within him. "You've been quiet."
Minato paused, staring into the fire's mesmerizing glow. "Just thinking."
"About your family?"
Minato hesitated, his grip tightening on the knife. "I miss them… but thinking about them only makes me weaker."
A low growl rumbled from Kurama. "You're wrong. They're your strength, not your weakness."
Minato looked down, his expression softening. "You… you sound like Jiraiya-sensei."
Kurama chuckled. "Don't compare me to that fool." His voice grew more reflective. "But I understand what it means to lose someone."
Minato nodded slowly. "I've been wondering… what was life like for you? Before you were sealed in me."
Kurama was silent for a long moment before speaking. "Lonely. I was a weapon… a thing to be used and feared." His voice held an edge of bitterness, softened only by years of shared understanding. "No one saw me for what I was… until Naruto."
Minato's heart ached at the mention of his son. He stared into the fire, remembering Naruto's bright smile—the one he never got to see grow up.
"I wish… I could've been there for him. I know a piece of my soul met him during the 4th ninja war but all I have is memories of him. I really wish I could of talk to him more."
"He turned out stronger than you could imagine." Kurama's voice was tinged with pride. "He fought for everyone—even for me."
The fire crackled, filling the silence that followed. Minato exhaled slowly, his grief settling into something… different. Something resolute.
"I'll become strong again," he said firmly. "Not just for me—but for them."
Kurama's red eyes gleamed faintly in Minato's mind. "Then we start tomorrow. No holding back."
Minato smirked. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
As the fire crackled and the stars twinkled above Lian Yu, Minato's determination burned brighter than ever. The island was merciless—but so was he.
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