Capítulo 25: Chapter 25: A New Charge
Two years had passed, and the Uchiha clan had seen a period of relative calm. The battles that had once been frequent were now fewer, not because the clan was growing weaker, but because there had been a surge of new life. Many Uchiha women, including the clan head's wife, had given birth, causing a shift in focus from the battlefield to internal affairs. It was a time of growth, both for the clan and for Asura, who had been diligently training.
Asura had pushed his abilities to new heights. He could now maintain his combination technique—Domination and his Lightning Armor—for ten minutes, a testament to his growing strength and control. But it wasn't just raw power that had improved; after a draw with Mito Uzumaki, the princess of the Uzumaki clan, Asura's pride had been stung. That battle had driven him to explore the art of Fūinjutsu, or sealing techniques, something he had previously overlooked. He had worked tirelessly to hone his skills, reaching level 4 and mastering the basics along with a few advanced seals. Still, Madara showed no interest in it, dismissing it as cowardly and preferring to focus on mastering more aggressive jutsu.
Asura, now 11, was preparing for yet another battle. The Uchiha had learned that the Hyūga clan was en route to form an alliance with the Senju, and Tajima, the Uchiha clan leader, had decided to intercept them. It wasn't going to be an all-out war, just a skirmish to weaken the Hyūga's numbers and make them think twice before siding with the Senju. Asura gathered his equipment, his black cloak and straw hat lying neatly on his bed, ready for the battle ahead. He had honed his skills, including new jutsu for each elemental style—though his water style remained mediocre, his earth, lightning, and fire abilities had improved significantly. He was particularly proud of the Majestic Destroyer Flame, a devastating fire technique, and Judgment, a combination of wind and lightning that summoned tornadoes charged with electricity.
As he was finishing his preparations, a familiar presence approached. Asura looked up to see Tajima standing in the doorway, his expression as stern as ever. "Asura," Tajima said, his voice low and serious. "I have a request for you."
Asura set down his equipment and turned to face the clan head. "What is it?"
"Two years ago, I asked you to watch over Madara during a battle, and you did well. This time, I need you to watch my second son, Izuna," Tajima said. "He's still young, but he'll be joining the fight tomorrow. Make sure he doesn't do anything reckless."
Asura nodded. "Understood. I'll keep an eye on him."
Tajima's gaze softened slightly, a rare moment of vulnerability showing through. "Thank you, Asura. I'm trusting you with this."
After Tajima left, Asura decided it was best to meet Izuna before the battle. He made his way through the village, passing by familiar faces, and found the young boy near the training grounds. Izuna was smaller than Madara had been at that age, but there was a fire in his eyes, a determination that reminded Asura of his older brother.
"Izuna," Asura called out, approaching him. The boy turned, his expression brightening when he saw who it was.
"Asura-nii!" Izuna said, his voice filled with excitement. "Father said you'd be watching over me during the battle tomorrow."
"That's right," Asura replied, crouching down to be at eye level with him. "I wanted to talk to you before we head out. I know you care a lot about the Uchiha and your family, but I need you to be careful out there. Don't do anything reckless."
Izuna's eyes sparkled with determination. "I won't, Asura-nii! I'm going to fight hard and kill the Hyūga. I'll bring honor to the clan, just like brother Madara."
Asura forced a smile, patting Izuna on the head. "That's the spirit," he said, though inwardly he felt a pang of sadness. He's only five, and yet he's so eager to kill… just to make others proud of him. It was a grim reality of their world, but it still hurt to see such innocence tainted.
"Listen, Izuna," Asura continued, "if you do well tomorrow, I'll consider teaching you something. But remember, it's not just about killing. You need to protect yourself and your comrades. Understand?"
Izuna's face lit up at the prospect of learning from Asura. "I understand! I won't let you down, Asura-nii!"
Satisfied with the conversation, Asura bid Izuna farewell, watching as the boy ran off, no doubt eager for the coming fight. Asura's heart felt heavy, knowing what awaited them all. He took a deep breath and made his way back to his house, hoping to find some peace before the storm of battle.
During the past two years, Asura had visited the trade center frequently, studying and learning new techniques. His arsenal had expanded significantly. His earth and lightning techniques were more refined, and his fire style had grown exceptionally strong. Among his new jutsu, the Majestic Destroyer Flame stood out, capable of scorching entire battlefields, while Judgment could summon tornadoes infused with lightning, devastating anyone caught within.
With everything prepared for the next day, Asura decided to take the night to rest. He sat in the middle of his room, legs crossed, and closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing. Slowly, he allowed his chakra to flow, feeling the energy pulsate throughout his body. He activated a basic fūinjutsu he had created—a seal on the ground around him that increased the air pressure slightly, simulating the weight of battle. It was an exercise to build his endurance and mental focus.
As he meditated, his mind drifted to the events that had brought him here. He thought of Madara, who had grown stronger under his guidance, and of Izuna, who was just beginning his journey. He remembered his battle with Mito Uzumaki, how she had matched him blow for blow, forcing him to rethink his strategies. That draw had wounded his pride, but it had also made him stronger, pushing him to explore techniques he never would have considered before.
After an hour of meditation, Asura finally opened his eyes, feeling more centered. He got up, extinguished the small flame that had been flickering beside him, and changed into his night clothes. He would need all his strength for the battle tomorrow, and rest was just as important as training.
Lying down, Asura allowed himself to relax, his muscles easing into the comfort of his bed. The room was dark, silent, and for a moment, he could almost forget the chaos that awaited. But deep down, he knew that dawn would bring bloodshed, and once again, he would be thrust into the heart of battle.
I'll protect them, he thought as he drifted off to sleep, his mind already preparing for the coming conflict. Madara, Izuna, the clan… I'll do whatever it takes.s as
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