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章節 3: Chapter 3

"No, I won't let them take him! He's too young!" kachina screamed as the others held her back. Shimo placed a hand on my shoulder and started to walk me away. I looked back at Kachina, she was in pain. Not physical but deep inside. "No I won't let you!" she shouted. Breaking free of one of the men's grip on her arm she started making hand signs with one hand. The other man quickly let go and jumped out of the way. Ice spikes rose up from the ground all around her and would have skewered both men had they not evaded. She charged moving like the wind towards Shimo and pulled out a kunai as she did. Shimo blocked the kunai with ice he had created around his hand like a blade.

"Kachina! How dare you, you know the laws!"

She didn't care, all she wanted was not to lose me. Even in this world, mothers love was unbreakable.

"I won't let them have him, to be used as a weapon! I won't let him!" She pulled back from Shimo flipping backward as she did. she made a number of hand signs to quick for me to follow and ice spears formed around her. I couldn't see Shimos face. But his aura said it all.

"Very well… You leave me no choice." He flicked both hands down towards the floor, ice formed around his forearms and hands like blades. The two of them clashed, ice shattering on ice. "So this is what a battle between two powerful Kekkei Genkai users looked like." I thought to myself.

It was beyond anything I had ever seen. No one could move that fast in my world and no one could use ice like that either. Kachina was trying her best but Shimo was clearly stronger. The ice on his arms as blades had blood on them now, it was Kachinas blood.

"This is your last chance, I don't wish to kill you, Kachina!" He said his voice stern.

Kachina was breathing heavily now, the blood loss was starting to take its toll. She still had a defiant look on her face though.

"I won't stop. I thought I told you, while I live I will not let anyone take him away from me!"

Shimo gave a heavy sigh. "You leave me no choice Kichina." He vanished in an instant, taking her back and slamming a kick into the middle of it. She flew through the air and landed hard on the ground a few feet from me. I looked down at her and then up at Shimo. "Was he going to kill her? His own daughter?"

This woman had cared for me, provided for me for the last 5 years. Although she didn't replace my mother from my old life, she came pretty close. Shimo was standing over her now, his arm raised. I had to do something, anything. I couldn't let her die like this. Without thinking I dashed forwards willing myself to move.

Somehow I made it in time standing in front of Kachina my arm raised to block Shimos slash. "NO!" Kichina screamed. Time seemed to slow down again. Had I really done the same thing again? I had jumped into deaths embrace for a second time. No… I wouldn't let it happen again. Not again!

Shimos ice blade hit my forearm and to my surprise stopped dead. His face was twisted in anger and horror. To my own surprise, I had managed to stop his attack without losing my arm. I looked a little closer and noticed that three white bones were protruding from my arm. That was what had stopped Shimos ice blade. It was the bone.

I pushed forwards and managed to push Shimo back while he was still in a state of shock. I looked at my own arm, it didn't hurt at all even with three large bones sticking out of it. I didn't have to think too hard about it and the bone slowly started to return into my skin like it was never there.

I looked behind me at Kachina, her face was full of dismay and she looked down towards the ground. I turned to look at Shimo. His face was void of expression, the others around us started to whisper and one word caught my attention. Kaguya. Shimo raised a hand to silence them before he spoke.

"You see Kachina, I warned you of this. He has not only inherited our Yuki clans Kekkei Genkai but the monstrosity of the Kaguya. Just like his infernal farther! The sad truth is that he is nothing other than the perfect weapon." Kachina started to cry and gave out a scream. Shimo walked over to me slowly.

"Fuyona Yuki. You are the curse of the Yuki clan." He turned his back and started to walk away. "He leaves today Kachina!" That was the last time I saw Shimo. Kachina was taken away so her wounds could be tended to and I was taken by two men I had only seen on my strolls through the village.

Kaguya… It all made sense now. I knew what it was and how strong it was. Watching Naruto for all those years really did come in handy. What I didn't expect was the reaction from the others. Was this ability really so feared in this shinobi world? I had never been called a curse before. This was my life now and as crazy as it seemed I had to endure it, these abilities I had been given may be a curse to others, but to me. To me, it was a gift from the heavens.

The trip lasted two days as we traversed through and down the mountain terrain. It would have gone much faster but neither of the men was willing to carry me. I couldn't jump far or run up and down walls. After all, I was still only physically five years old. On top of that, I had no idea how to use any charka.

It was the middle of the day when the village came into view. I recognized it from the pictures I had seen. it was the village hidden in the mist, Kirigakure. "Come on kid, we are almost there." one of the men said not even looking at me. Man, these guys really hated me. We walked towards the large gate and were stopped by hidden mist shinobi.

"State your purpure!" One of them said.

I looked around and could count at least twenty guards around the wall and gate. They all had swords on their backs and wore the hidden mist flak jacket. It wasn't the most recent one I had seen in the anime, in fact, it looked older. To be honest I had already pieced that together though. Given the fact the Yuki clan were still alive, the timeline must have been well before Naruto was born.

"We are from the Yuki clan. We have come to make our offering for the Mizukage." One of the men with me said.

I noticed the looks the guards gave us. It wasn't just me either, they really didn't like us. Was a kekkie Genkai really so feared here?

"Open the gate!" The guard shouted as he stepped back spitting on the ground. "Let them in." I was escorted in by my fellow clan members and we started walking down the street. I could certainly see why it was named the village hidden by the mist. This village was nothing that the hidden leaf had looked like. No, that village was full of life, people walking the streets chatting and going about their daily life. This place was the complete opposite. The stone buildings were run down, not many people on the streets at all and the ones that were looked to be in a rush to get off of them. I had never really seen much on this village other than the large building in the middle. I guessed that was where we were heading.

After walking through the village we finally arrived. We were escorted inside and up a couple of flights of stairs. There were no windows inside this building. Only one way in and one out. we entered a large stone room that was lit by gas lamps. two rows of guards lined a square shoji of translucent paper. I could see the silhouette of a person sat inside, and I bet he was important.

The two men kneeled down and pushed my head to do the same. One of the shinobi spoke through the paper wall in a whisper I couldn't hear. he knelt back down and a deep voice spoke from behind the shoji. "Welcome members of the Yuki clan." The voice spoke. The man to my right raised his head and also spoke.

"Thank you, Lord Mizukage. We have come with our offerings for the academy."

I could feel the eyes of everyone in the room fall on me. Most of all the Mizukage I couldn't see. Suddenly his deep voice spoke again. "Come closer child." I looked at my fellow Yuki clan members and they both nodded. I stood up and walked slowly over towards the shoji. One of the shinobi raised a hand, "That's close enough."

I stopped and tried to get a better look at the shadow behind the paper wall. If I could just get a look at the Mizukages face it would help me place the timeline of this world. Not that it really mattered. I was pretty sure my presence in this world wouldn't change much. Suddenly the shoji door opened and all the shinobi in the room quickly lowered their heads in surprise.

I wasn't sure what to do and lowered my head in a bow keeping my eyes fixed on the man. He had long black hair with small beads running through it. It was the third Mizukage! "You wished to see my face child?" He said with a questioning look on his.

Oh shit. I didn't think he would have realized. He walked a full circle around me and sat back down on his chair.

"You amuse me, child. How old are you?" He asked a small grin on his face.

I didn't look up as I answered his question. "Five sir." It was silent for a moment before he spoke again.

"Is Shimo really ok with this? He is very young." The Mizukage spoke directing his question to the two other Yuki clan members. One of them spoke without hesitation.

"Yes my lord. This one is gifted."

The Mizukage looked from him and back to me. I could feel the chill his gaze gave as it was fixed on me.

"Is that so?"

It was silent once more before he clapped his hands together.

"Very well. I trust that old goat Shimo. If he thinks he is ready then I will take him. But you know I can't promise that he will survive."

My fellow Yuki members didn't even look up. "Of course Lord Mizukage."

"You may leave now." The mizukage said after a moment. I could feel his gaze on me even after I left the room. It was frightening.

I was handed over to two hidden mist ninja the Yuki members not even so much as saying goodbye. I didn't care, I was pretty strong emotionally. I was escorted to a large barracks, here I was given new clothes and a name tag. The clothes consisted of a black training shirt and black training pants. After I had changed into them, I was taken to a classroom and left on my own.

The room was full of other kids all older than me. They had the same clothes on that I did. I guessed it was a generic protocol, I took an empty seat and decided to keep to myself. They didn't look like a friendly bunch anyway. pretty soon a man entered the room. He was clearly a ninja with the clothes he was wearing, but the hidden mist headband gave it away.

"Alright you sorry lot, take your seats and shut it if you know what's good for ya!" everyone quickly did as he said and the room fell silent.

"My name is Hotaka! You will address me as sensei. Is that understood?" The class answered with a loud "Yes sensei!" and he seemed pleased.

"Welcome to the academy of the bloody mist brats."


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章節 4: Chapter 4

My vision of what a ninja academy was like was pretty spot on. However, the brutality of it was not. First thing in the morning we had strength training. This consisted of running many miles around the large training field, some would even pass out from lack of exhaustion. Of course, the instructors didn't care and just left them there. Weakness was not allowed here. We also had to complete basic bodyweight exercises such as press-ups, sit-ups and a number of other exercises. I was one for training, but doing this every day was child abuse.

After that we had breakfast. It was the most basic food you could imagine, but it was better than nothing. Next, we found ourselves in the classroom where we were taught the basic of chakra control. What it was, what it was used for, how to use and apply it. We were taught hand signs and made to practice them religiously. We were also taught about the history of our village and the other great nations, as I expected they were brainwashing us from an early age.

Next was lunch and it was pretty much the same as breakfast. We were each given our small rations consisting of bread, some water, and two ration bars. I don't know what they had in them but I was guessing it was everything the body needed. After lunch, we had taijutsu practice. I found this relatively easy thanks to my private knowledge and time spent training in my old world. We were taught basic stances and strikes, basic forms and drills, it was pretty much what I had expected for a basic taijutsu class as they called it.

It soon became more brutal than I could have anticipated though. We were forced to fight each other until one couldn't fight anymore, how we went about it didn't matter to the instructor either. I was able to beat everyone there despite the age difference. My knowledge and experience were too great, after all, I was fighting 8-year-old children. I managed to submit all of them and didn't cause any serious harm to them. Others, however, had been knocked out and one had even had his arm snapped. It was vicious, but I had to keep going, the only other choice was to give up and die.

After the Taijutsu, we had shuriken practice. The ones who had been injured or unable to continue had been carried off to the medical unit to treat their injuries. It would seem they were not as cruel as I had first thought, and at least treated them. I doubt they could be seem throwing away recuirts for the war effort so soon.

Throwing shuriken wasn't all that difficult, they had a good weight to them and sailed through the air smoothly. Getting a good grouping was more challenging though. After hours of practice, we were taken back for our last meal. It was the same again but this time we had a small bowl of rice each. It was plain of course but I was just thankful it wasn't more soggy bread.

After we had eaten we had to go back to our rooms. We didn't get our own room, no, it was a sixteen man cell. We each had a small futon and one set of draws. We were not encouraged to chat amongst ourselves and had a set lights out time. If you were caught not sleeping then you were beaten to set an example. It was very military and rigorous. But then again, what had I expected of a ninja village called the bloody mist. I knew exactly why it was called that too. We all did. That was why no one really spoke to each other, no one was willing to form bonds of friendship when you might have to kill that person at the end. We were being trained as emotionless tools for killing and nothing more.

The next three years followed the same routine. It just got harder though. The number of laps increased each month and so did the number of exercises. Our Taijutsu got more advanced each year and so did the brutality. It was not uncommon for the odd individual to be killed in the matches, especially if you let your guard down. After all, they were training killers. As our charka control got better everything seemed to get easier. We could use our charka to boost our physical strength and speed allowing us to continue training for hours. We had been given exams on the knowledge we had learned in the classroom and those that had failed were met with strict punishment. I had found out that our training lasted for three years at this academy and we were quickly approaching the final test.

We had been taught no ninjutsu, other than how to make clones and subsitutions. They were nothing more than a simple illusion and not solid at all. Not like shadow clones anyway. I was now eight years old. The time had seemed to all blend into one. We were not given time to think, nor were we allowed to think for ourselves. I had also decided to keep my Kekkie Genkai abilities a secret from the other students. My name didn't really help though and some of the other kids had heard of the name Yuki, after all, it was a powerful clan in the land of water. The only time I got to my self was the little bit before I fell asleep each night. I used that time to concentrate on using my other abilities. I found that by using my chakra control, I could manipulate my bones, changing them in my body and moving them at my will. I could make new ones, stronger ones, even cover the underlayer of skin in a layer of bone-like armor. It was a very powerful ability, if I remembered correctly Kimimaro was very powerful and even Garra had struggled to survive against him.

My thoughts often drifted to what happened in Naruto early on. If I was correct we were currently in the middle of the 3rd great ninja war. The village was busy and ninja would come and go, sometimes even our instructor would change overnight. We weren't told the details but we managed to overhear the odd bit about what was happening beyond our village.

A few more weeks past and I soon found myself at the final exam. All of the classes were gathered. There must have been over two-hundred and fifty students. Of course, each class was split to only hold 30ish students at a time and we never got to see the others except for meal times. The air was tense. Every one of us knew what was going to happen. Even after all of the training, all of the emotional and physical stress, could I really do it? Could I kill these children? Most of them had been orphans or born to the lower families of the land of water. In times of war, it was requested that all able children of the age of 8 had to be sent to the academy, with a few exceptions like clans who had to offer up children so they could keep in an alliance with the village.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when the head instructor of the academy stood on a small podium.

"Each and every one of you has proven you have what it takes to become shinobi. But you are yet to face your final test. This will see who among you will become blood mist shinobi!" He raised his arm and the mist cleared. We had been gathered at a large stadium and it was filled with spectators. Even the Mizukage had come to watch the event. They were treating our deaths as a spectacle. It was sickening.

The Mizukage spoke, his voice demanding the attention of everyone.

"I look forward to seeing how our new recruits will fair. Remember you serve me and the bloody mist. Do your nation proud this day and show your capability!"

His words seemed to encourage most of the students who were eager to prove themselves. The head instructor gave a nod and the other instructor covered us in a large spread out circle. It seemed as if they were there to stop anyone from trying to run.

"This is madness…" I thought. Suddenly a rain of Kunai fell from the sky and landed scattered across the what was about to become a battlefield. A small few who had not paid attention had been hit by a couple and laid dead on the ground. The realization of what was about to happen becoming clear to everyone.

"You may begin." The Mizukage said.

The area around me erupted. Students were rushing to the closest kunai trying to gain the advantage. Screams filled the air as the battle was underway. It was an all-out battle royal. The people you had trained with, eat with and even shared a room with. They were now your enemy. I didn't move for a little while. I just watched what was unfolding around me frozen in disbelief.

I don't know when it happened but my body took over. Someone had tried to attack me and I just moved. It was such a simple movement too, a simple sidestep followed by a slash of my arm to the boy's neck. The bone-shaped blade in my hand covered in the blood of this child. He was so young, still older than me physically but to me, he was nothing more than a child. This world was cold, colder than anything I had ever known.

There was nothing I could do. Nothing at all. Survive… That is what I had told myself. I would survive no matter what! "I will survive!" I screamed as I entered the fray of battle. I went on a rampage, all of the hate I had bottled up until this point exploded out of me like a river of darkness.

I cut them down one after the other, no one could stop me. I was like a demon. Jumping into the air I slashed down killing another boy with ease as my bone blade cut straight through the kunai in his hand. I used my charka to empower my movements and I quickly became a whirlwind of death. I must have killed at least fifty of them now. Boys and girls, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that I live. Nothing else.

It was then that I noticed him. He looked just a little older than me but not by much. His face was like mine. A demon in the mist, the only difference was that he seemed to enjoy it. He cut through the others with ease a kunai in each hand, wielding them with skill. His eyes fixed on me and me alone. He was a true demon. I could see his aura like it was above his head looking at me fiendishly. He charged at me covering the distance quickly.

Thrusting a kunai at my face as he spun onto his knee twisting his arm aiming for my body. I dodged the first attack and grabbed his wrist from the second one. He was strong. Not one second after I had a hold of him his foot struck me in the chest, and if not for my reinforced bones the strike would have broken my ribs. I couldn't help but give a smile. He did the same.

Slowly he walked backward disappearing into the mist and out of my sight. I decided to let him go and turned around ready to defend myself.

"STOP!"

A deep voice shouted. It was the Mizukage and everyone quickly halted from the sound alone. The mist around the battleground faded and the piles of dead children scattered was inhumane. Out of the two hundred plus students that had started the exam only around fifty were left standing. The Mizukage pointed to the boy who I had clashed with and spoke again.

"Bring that one to me."

The adult instructors quickly manhandled him and disappeared. As for the rest of us, we were lined back up, standing over our fallen classmates and covered in their blood.

The Mizukage spoke again.

"Congratulations… You are all members of the blood mist village."

The words seemed to lift the mood of the others. I guess they didn't care that they had killed the others. I pushed it to the back of my mind. I couldn't think about that now. If I did. It would consume me.

We were escorted off by the other instructor and taken to a shower room. I sat soaking in the warm water as the blood that had clung to me slowly washed away. I let out a small sob and tears followed. I thought I was emotionally strong, but this was something else. I had become a killer of children... And killers didn't cry, did they?


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