Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Tonsou Ninja ❯ A New Technique ( Chapter 6 )
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By: blackflames8 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 01.02.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 393 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 01.02.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 393 | Status: Work In Progress
we sit down at an open table in one of the restaurants, apparently one of Gaara’s favorite judging by the mass of people that were waiting outside to meet him, I wait patiently for a conversation to break out. It’s pretty nice here, really traditional look to it, which I can respect. I have to--had to deal with Tsunade every day.
The waiter immediately stops taking the order of another couple and walks over after promising he’ll be back in a minute.
“May I take your order?” he asks when he reaches the table.
Gaara stares sternly at the waiter. “Why did you do that?” he asks.
The waiter puts on a puzzled look. “Do what? I merely came over here and asked what you wanted. Surely there is no crime in that.”
“You stopped taking that couple’s order,” Gaara replies, pointing to the two people whom the waiter had previously been attending.
“But they are merely villagers. You are the Kazekage and should be served first,” the waiter tries to reason.
Gaara motions the waiter closer and begins talking in a hushed voice. “I can tell you’re new at this, the rest of the waiters know my policy and I can tell they haven’t told you about it. If you ever do that again, I’ll have you fired. If I see a plate on my table before I see them eating, you will be fired. Now, you have five seconds to get back to that table or you will be fired, is that clear?”
The waiter nods but stays firmly planted. “1...2...” But the waiter needs no more notice and quickly dashes back to the other table.
Gaara smiles at me. I must say, he has come a long way since when I first met him.
There is another couple off to the other side of the restaurant that keeps staring at me. I first noticed them when we got here and they apparently came right after we did, right after. “We’re being watched by Konoha spies,” I say.
“And how do you know that?” Haru asks. “I didn’t see anyone following us when we came here.
I nod my head in the direction of one of the other customers. “She’s been staring at me nonstop since we got here. They came right after us and I can tell a transformation technique when I see one. Kakashi is the girl and I don’t know who the man is, maybe Iruka.”
“Hatake Kakashi? The Copy Ninja?” Haru asks excitedly.
“The same. He tried to attack me when I left, unfortunately he was beaten by one of my Shadow Clones,” I say loudly enough for him to hear.
“I’ve heard a lot about him but I’d never thought I’d get to see him personally.”
“Don’t worry,” I assure her. “You’ll meet him, it’s obvious why he’s here. He’s come to drag me back. Apparently Tsunade isn’t as sure of her words as she’d like to admit. I saw him in the first village I passed through but I wasn’t sure it was him because the bloodline only gave me a quick glimpse of him and I thought I was seeing things.”
“How do you know his objective though?” Gaara asks.
“I was trained by him. He may not know it, but I’ve studied him a lot and this isn’t a method he would employ in a situation that required him taking out a target. He’s more confident than this and I’ve given him plenty of time to attack, purposely left myself open to attack.”
“Maybe he didn’t notice,” Gaara suggests.
I shake my head. “He doesn’t miss anything. On our first mission which, by the way, was supposed to be an A-rank mission, he was able to foresee an attack just because there was a puddle on the ground. Then he was able to tell that Zabuza wasn’t dead because the senbon thrown by his servant were thrown in his neck, not a vital organ.”
“Impressive,” Haru says.
“I still don’t understand this whole bloodline thing. How come I just now received it, aren’t you born with that stuff?” I try to say this as hushed as possible. Not that it will matter, I’m sure he’s got a jutsu that’ll let him hear anything I say or a tape recorder under the table.
“Yes,” Haru answers. “However, this bloodline can only be activated under ‘special’ circumstances before it can be activated at the user’s choice. These circumstances include primarily beyond impossible odds as well as situations of extreme stress. I don’t need you to tell me which because Ken’ichi has already notified me that his son was coming to seek the knowledge of this bloodline and how to use it.
“I was expecting Kyouryoku however, when I saw that you had this bloodline, it took me by surprise. I was under the impression, like many, that their first son was gone forever after the Kyuubi attacked.”
“I am Kyuubi, I believe I already stated that earlier.”
She nods. “You did, however, I have noticed that while you are Kyuubi, you show no characteristics of him. Kyuubi would attack anything that moved but you seemed to be a bit hesitant to fight me. Also unlike him, you seem to have trouble fighting against me whereas Kyuubi would make quick work of me. It’s obvious that you don’t use his full potential.”
“He’ll take over my body if I do, it’s almost happened on several occasions.”
She begins to laugh. “Who told you that? ‘Cause it is very funny.”
I frown, “I wasn’t joking, the people that have known about it have told me the same.”
She continues to laugh though. I can’t see what’s so funny, even if I am wrong. But why would they lie to me? Why would they have tried to keep Kyuubi from getting out?
And then the answer dawns upon me: They didn’t want me to get out of their control. If I had used Kyuubi’s power to its fullest, no one could have stopped me.
It was always my choice to use this creature’s power. But that feeling of losing control, where did that come from?
“Simple, your body isn’t used to using a power like that because, well, quite frankly you aren’t as strong as Kyuubi was. Your body feels overpowered because the chakra is stronger than yours. Tonight, we will train Using that kind of power in public would be a clear-cut giveaway to anyone else trying to get to you,” she smiles at my confusion.
Does this bloodline have a mind-reading technique?
“Yes it does,” she says.
“Since when do you know all this stuff? You didn’t even know about the shinobi until we met,” Gaara says.
She smiles out of the corner of her mouth while shaking her head. “Did you actually think I got this from a farming tool?” she asks as she lifts her shirt up to her lower ribcage.
There is a huge slash across her stomach that has formed a scar. As if it wasn’t odd enough to see this girl, whom I assumed had no previous training, beat me in a fight. My only question, is how he saw it in the first place, some food for thought though I dare not intrude on whatever level of relationship they share.
For all I know, she could have just been in leisure clothes but Jiriaya’s perverted thought patterns have rubbed off on me and I occasionally can’t help but to think like him. I guess it’s not my fault though.
We make light conversation to avoid seeming aware to them.
“When I first became Kazekage, I was a bit worried,” Gaara admits. “I wasn’t sure that the villagers would accept me as anything more than a Jinchuuriki. I thought they would all be too afraid to even talk to me. Then I met Haru here, in that very restaurant and thing’s just started to look up. I guess it was because they realized that I was just another one of them. They saw something in me that they didn’t think I was capable of.”
I nod my head slowly, taking it all in. “I’m not sure I’ll ever get that kind of respect from my village, especially after I left. I thought that I was gaining their trust, thought that I was doing the right things. But what it really boiled down to is that they wanted me to follow their rule, to be the ever-loyal servant. That isn’t me though.”
I fade out of the conversation for a while and stare at the road ahead. I can see lights on in the various houses and a few shadows of the inhabitants. This place reminds me of the Konoha at night, peaceful, at the very least.
Once we clear the outer rim of the village, we break into a run; it would be a waste of time not to since we decided that we’d get as far away as we could before we started. We continue for a few minutes until we at last stop. It’s ordinary, lots of sand, not much to behold but I guess it’ll do.
“Let’s get started,” Haru says immediately. I’m hoping that you know how to summon chakra, but I guess it would be stupid for me to think otherwise. How else would you have beaten Gaara?”
“Luck,” he suggests.
“Yes, I know how to summon chakra,” I say impatiently.
“Good, then do it. Summon your chakra, all of it. Just don’t kill yourself in the process, I don’t want to have to explain why I’m carrying a dead body into town, not the kind of attention I prefer.”
“Any specific place you’d like me to summon it to?”
She thinks for a while before she finally replies, “Do you have any special techniques that require you to summon chakra into a specific part of your body?”
“Yeah, Rasengan.”
“Rasengan, interesting. Yondaime’s technique; it took him quite a bit of time to master, how long did it take you?”
“About a week, that’s where I got this from,” I say, pulling the Hokage’s necklace out of its place under my shirt.
“Very nice. I assume this was originally Tsunade’s?”
“Yeah,” I reply. “And it’s the only thing I have left from that village.” How does she know all this stuff about the Konoha? Isn’t there a limit to this mind reading ability?
She waves her hand half-heartedly. “Enough with the mushy-gushy flashback moments, they’re so irritating. On with the training. Summon the chakra into your hand, as much as you can and perform the technique.”
I do as she says, focusing the chakra into the center point of my hand that Jiraiya had once drawn. I release it but maintain its distance from my hand, spinning it rapidly until it forms a ball then wait for further instruction.
She looks at me disappointedly. “That can’t be the best you can do, is it?”
“It becomes hard for me to control after that,” I answer defensively.
“That’s because you aren’t trying hard enough. This technique requires focus, it requires as much energy as you can muster without killing yourself. Something like that could, at best, knock me out and even that’s stretching it. This move is meant to kill, not to render unconscious.”
“Why should I need to kill someone? What’s that going to accomplish?” I retort.
She stares at me crossly, “Because if you are unwilling to kill in this world, then you only become a target yourself. By not being ready to accomplish this, you are merely killing yourself out of pity for others. They do not care for you, they won’t spare you, so why should you spare them?”
“Because I believe that killing shouldn’t be necessary. If you kill a murderer, you are no better than him. Sparing people--”
“Is not an option for a shinobi. You must be prepared to do what is necessary to accomplish the mission. If you are going to save Sakura, you need to be prepared to kill.”
“And why is that?”
“Because the Uchiha boy has already captured her.”
“How do you know that?” I asked, stunned by this statement--no, horrified.
“Have you not once thought to use your bloodline to locate her? Are you that feeble-minded that you don’t even know how to find what you seek? You are blessed with a special ability, the likes of which thousands of ninjas would kill you without a second’s hesitation for that technique. Yet you hardly use it, shun it even. The Uchiha has taken Sakura and the only way you will deliver her safely is to kill him.”
“No! I won’t kill him, he’s my friend.”
“Then she will die and he will kill you. If this is the best that you can do, turn back now before you waste any more of my time because it’s obvious you’re nothing more than a third-rate shinobi.”
“I am not third-rate,” I retaliate.
“Prove it! Show me that you can perform a simple jutsu or get out of my face!” This is a complete one-eighty for her; she seemed so nice and now she’s telling me I should kill Sasuke or turn back. I haven’t seen anyone this mad in a long time.
I don’t want to admit it, but she’s right, I am capable of more than this. But what if I fail, will we all be killed by my stupidity? It’ll be a risk I’ll have to take.
I summon more and more chakra into my hand and the light coming from it is growing brighter by the second. It’s becoming unstable, I can feel it. And it is growing larger than my hand, I have to find a way to shrink it back to normal size, make it more concentrated.
I strain to bring it back into control while steadily adding more chakra until at last I know that adding more chakra will be too dangerous.
“Good. Now, aim it in a safe direction, one preferably with a clear one-twenty degree blast radius.”
I use my bloodline to pinpoint Kakashi and make sure he isn’t in the blast radius. Luckily, he’s behind me and I don’t have to alert him to my knowledge of him hiding.
“Good, now here’s the tricky part. I want you to break that Rasengan into five and have each one balanced on a different finger.
“How do I do that?” I ask, trying to shield my eyes from the bright light coming from the Rasengan.
“I told you, this is the hard part. Breaking up the Rasengan while trying to maintain its shape and rotation is exceptionally hard. I’m sure you’ll get it though once you know how to do it. Simply pull your fingers inward and move them rapidly while steadily increasing the distance between them. Once your hand is stretched out all the way, stop.”
Man this is confusing; and I thought learning Rasengan was hard. Somehow I manage to do as she says, on the fourth or fifth try but it’s an accomplishment all the same. Maintaining each of these individually is harder than the larger one which contains the same energy as all of them combined.
“That was fairly fast,” she admits. “Now you do know how to do hand seals, do you not?”
“Yes.”
“Then I want you to perform ten single-hand seals. This will be a lot easier if you watch me do it using the Uchiha bloodline.” Once I have gotten control of this bloodline, she performs ten hand seals, two of each while chanting, “Ho, Mizu, Kaze, Tsuchi, Rai, Tsuchi, Rai, Mizu, Kaze, Ho.”
“The move is called Elemental Rasengan but it doesn’t need to be said, only thought.”
I copy her technique perfectly, down to the angle of the wrist. “Ho, Mizu, Kaze, Tsuchi, Rai, Tsuchi, Rai, Mizu, Kaze, Ho.” Elemental Rasengan!
I feel the miniature Rasengans leave my fingertips but watch as they stop only a few inches away. They begin glowing different colors: red, blue, green, white, and yellow. They spin faster and faster until the all the sudden stop completely and shoot out overlapping blasts of energy across the sand.
When at last the blasts fade completely, I stand in shock at the destruction before me. Five separate areas of sand, completely transformed by the energy of the blast. There is an area of glass where the red Rasengan had shot, frozen ground where the blue Rasengan laid down its energy, solidified rock where the green blast had been aimed. Where the white Rasengan shot seems to have been torn apart by wind, just like the real Rasengan would have done only more powerful and over a larger diameter. Lastly is the area that seems to have taken the grunt of the damage. The yellow Rasengan has literally torn the ground into nothingness and what remains of it is charred.
“That was close,” Haru tells me. “The only thing is that you lost control of the Rasengans after they left your fingertips. I guess I forgot to mention this but your mind controls them; you have to make them mix or it won’t work properly. Then again if you happen to get five people in a row who are susceptible to the corresponding elements, you’ve got yourself a royal flush. Chances of that happening are zilch though.”
My bloodline kicks in automatically and I know something is wrong. I quickly locate the source of the trouble, a tag. I zoom in on and read what it says; it’s a sleeper tag, don’t think I’ve ever encountered one of those before and I don’t plan on needing to.
I grab a shuriken and throw it at the oncoming tag, cutting it cleanly in two.
“Come out, Kakashi. I know it’s you so stop the charades,” I say clearly.
“So you did know,” I hear his voice respond. “You’ve improved a lot since you left. So why don’t you give up the charades,” he demands.
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Wow. It’s been almost 2 weeks since I updated this. I got really lazy around the holidays and I had another story to write for English class so I’ve been preoccupied with about fifteen other things. Hoped you liked this one.
The waiter immediately stops taking the order of another couple and walks over after promising he’ll be back in a minute.
“May I take your order?” he asks when he reaches the table.
Gaara stares sternly at the waiter. “Why did you do that?” he asks.
The waiter puts on a puzzled look. “Do what? I merely came over here and asked what you wanted. Surely there is no crime in that.”
“You stopped taking that couple’s order,” Gaara replies, pointing to the two people whom the waiter had previously been attending.
“But they are merely villagers. You are the Kazekage and should be served first,” the waiter tries to reason.
Gaara motions the waiter closer and begins talking in a hushed voice. “I can tell you’re new at this, the rest of the waiters know my policy and I can tell they haven’t told you about it. If you ever do that again, I’ll have you fired. If I see a plate on my table before I see them eating, you will be fired. Now, you have five seconds to get back to that table or you will be fired, is that clear?”
The waiter nods but stays firmly planted. “1...2...” But the waiter needs no more notice and quickly dashes back to the other table.
Gaara smiles at me. I must say, he has come a long way since when I first met him.
There is another couple off to the other side of the restaurant that keeps staring at me. I first noticed them when we got here and they apparently came right after we did, right after. “We’re being watched by Konoha spies,” I say.
“And how do you know that?” Haru asks. “I didn’t see anyone following us when we came here.
I nod my head in the direction of one of the other customers. “She’s been staring at me nonstop since we got here. They came right after us and I can tell a transformation technique when I see one. Kakashi is the girl and I don’t know who the man is, maybe Iruka.”
“Hatake Kakashi? The Copy Ninja?” Haru asks excitedly.
“The same. He tried to attack me when I left, unfortunately he was beaten by one of my Shadow Clones,” I say loudly enough for him to hear.
“I’ve heard a lot about him but I’d never thought I’d get to see him personally.”
“Don’t worry,” I assure her. “You’ll meet him, it’s obvious why he’s here. He’s come to drag me back. Apparently Tsunade isn’t as sure of her words as she’d like to admit. I saw him in the first village I passed through but I wasn’t sure it was him because the bloodline only gave me a quick glimpse of him and I thought I was seeing things.”
“How do you know his objective though?” Gaara asks.
“I was trained by him. He may not know it, but I’ve studied him a lot and this isn’t a method he would employ in a situation that required him taking out a target. He’s more confident than this and I’ve given him plenty of time to attack, purposely left myself open to attack.”
“Maybe he didn’t notice,” Gaara suggests.
I shake my head. “He doesn’t miss anything. On our first mission which, by the way, was supposed to be an A-rank mission, he was able to foresee an attack just because there was a puddle on the ground. Then he was able to tell that Zabuza wasn’t dead because the senbon thrown by his servant were thrown in his neck, not a vital organ.”
“Impressive,” Haru says.
“I still don’t understand this whole bloodline thing. How come I just now received it, aren’t you born with that stuff?” I try to say this as hushed as possible. Not that it will matter, I’m sure he’s got a jutsu that’ll let him hear anything I say or a tape recorder under the table.
“Yes,” Haru answers. “However, this bloodline can only be activated under ‘special’ circumstances before it can be activated at the user’s choice. These circumstances include primarily beyond impossible odds as well as situations of extreme stress. I don’t need you to tell me which because Ken’ichi has already notified me that his son was coming to seek the knowledge of this bloodline and how to use it.
“I was expecting Kyouryoku however, when I saw that you had this bloodline, it took me by surprise. I was under the impression, like many, that their first son was gone forever after the Kyuubi attacked.”
“I am Kyuubi, I believe I already stated that earlier.”
She nods. “You did, however, I have noticed that while you are Kyuubi, you show no characteristics of him. Kyuubi would attack anything that moved but you seemed to be a bit hesitant to fight me. Also unlike him, you seem to have trouble fighting against me whereas Kyuubi would make quick work of me. It’s obvious that you don’t use his full potential.”
“He’ll take over my body if I do, it’s almost happened on several occasions.”
She begins to laugh. “Who told you that? ‘Cause it is very funny.”
I frown, “I wasn’t joking, the people that have known about it have told me the same.”
She continues to laugh though. I can’t see what’s so funny, even if I am wrong. But why would they lie to me? Why would they have tried to keep Kyuubi from getting out?
And then the answer dawns upon me: They didn’t want me to get out of their control. If I had used Kyuubi’s power to its fullest, no one could have stopped me.
It was always my choice to use this creature’s power. But that feeling of losing control, where did that come from?
“Simple, your body isn’t used to using a power like that because, well, quite frankly you aren’t as strong as Kyuubi was. Your body feels overpowered because the chakra is stronger than yours. Tonight, we will train Using that kind of power in public would be a clear-cut giveaway to anyone else trying to get to you,” she smiles at my confusion.
Does this bloodline have a mind-reading technique?
“Yes it does,” she says.
“Since when do you know all this stuff? You didn’t even know about the shinobi until we met,” Gaara says.
She smiles out of the corner of her mouth while shaking her head. “Did you actually think I got this from a farming tool?” she asks as she lifts her shirt up to her lower ribcage.
There is a huge slash across her stomach that has formed a scar. As if it wasn’t odd enough to see this girl, whom I assumed had no previous training, beat me in a fight. My only question, is how he saw it in the first place, some food for thought though I dare not intrude on whatever level of relationship they share.
For all I know, she could have just been in leisure clothes but Jiriaya’s perverted thought patterns have rubbed off on me and I occasionally can’t help but to think like him. I guess it’s not my fault though.
***
The last of the sun has receded by the time we get out of the restaurant. As I predicted, the couple left right after us and though they don’t know it, I’m using my bloodline to keep an eye on them.We make light conversation to avoid seeming aware to them.
“When I first became Kazekage, I was a bit worried,” Gaara admits. “I wasn’t sure that the villagers would accept me as anything more than a Jinchuuriki. I thought they would all be too afraid to even talk to me. Then I met Haru here, in that very restaurant and thing’s just started to look up. I guess it was because they realized that I was just another one of them. They saw something in me that they didn’t think I was capable of.”
I nod my head slowly, taking it all in. “I’m not sure I’ll ever get that kind of respect from my village, especially after I left. I thought that I was gaining their trust, thought that I was doing the right things. But what it really boiled down to is that they wanted me to follow their rule, to be the ever-loyal servant. That isn’t me though.”
I fade out of the conversation for a while and stare at the road ahead. I can see lights on in the various houses and a few shadows of the inhabitants. This place reminds me of the Konoha at night, peaceful, at the very least.
Once we clear the outer rim of the village, we break into a run; it would be a waste of time not to since we decided that we’d get as far away as we could before we started. We continue for a few minutes until we at last stop. It’s ordinary, lots of sand, not much to behold but I guess it’ll do.
“Let’s get started,” Haru says immediately. I’m hoping that you know how to summon chakra, but I guess it would be stupid for me to think otherwise. How else would you have beaten Gaara?”
“Luck,” he suggests.
“Yes, I know how to summon chakra,” I say impatiently.
“Good, then do it. Summon your chakra, all of it. Just don’t kill yourself in the process, I don’t want to have to explain why I’m carrying a dead body into town, not the kind of attention I prefer.”
“Any specific place you’d like me to summon it to?”
She thinks for a while before she finally replies, “Do you have any special techniques that require you to summon chakra into a specific part of your body?”
“Yeah, Rasengan.”
“Rasengan, interesting. Yondaime’s technique; it took him quite a bit of time to master, how long did it take you?”
“About a week, that’s where I got this from,” I say, pulling the Hokage’s necklace out of its place under my shirt.
“Very nice. I assume this was originally Tsunade’s?”
“Yeah,” I reply. “And it’s the only thing I have left from that village.” How does she know all this stuff about the Konoha? Isn’t there a limit to this mind reading ability?
She waves her hand half-heartedly. “Enough with the mushy-gushy flashback moments, they’re so irritating. On with the training. Summon the chakra into your hand, as much as you can and perform the technique.”
I do as she says, focusing the chakra into the center point of my hand that Jiraiya had once drawn. I release it but maintain its distance from my hand, spinning it rapidly until it forms a ball then wait for further instruction.
She looks at me disappointedly. “That can’t be the best you can do, is it?”
“It becomes hard for me to control after that,” I answer defensively.
“That’s because you aren’t trying hard enough. This technique requires focus, it requires as much energy as you can muster without killing yourself. Something like that could, at best, knock me out and even that’s stretching it. This move is meant to kill, not to render unconscious.”
“Why should I need to kill someone? What’s that going to accomplish?” I retort.
She stares at me crossly, “Because if you are unwilling to kill in this world, then you only become a target yourself. By not being ready to accomplish this, you are merely killing yourself out of pity for others. They do not care for you, they won’t spare you, so why should you spare them?”
“Because I believe that killing shouldn’t be necessary. If you kill a murderer, you are no better than him. Sparing people--”
“Is not an option for a shinobi. You must be prepared to do what is necessary to accomplish the mission. If you are going to save Sakura, you need to be prepared to kill.”
“And why is that?”
“Because the Uchiha boy has already captured her.”
“How do you know that?” I asked, stunned by this statement--no, horrified.
“Have you not once thought to use your bloodline to locate her? Are you that feeble-minded that you don’t even know how to find what you seek? You are blessed with a special ability, the likes of which thousands of ninjas would kill you without a second’s hesitation for that technique. Yet you hardly use it, shun it even. The Uchiha has taken Sakura and the only way you will deliver her safely is to kill him.”
“No! I won’t kill him, he’s my friend.”
“Then she will die and he will kill you. If this is the best that you can do, turn back now before you waste any more of my time because it’s obvious you’re nothing more than a third-rate shinobi.”
“I am not third-rate,” I retaliate.
“Prove it! Show me that you can perform a simple jutsu or get out of my face!” This is a complete one-eighty for her; she seemed so nice and now she’s telling me I should kill Sasuke or turn back. I haven’t seen anyone this mad in a long time.
I don’t want to admit it, but she’s right, I am capable of more than this. But what if I fail, will we all be killed by my stupidity? It’ll be a risk I’ll have to take.
I summon more and more chakra into my hand and the light coming from it is growing brighter by the second. It’s becoming unstable, I can feel it. And it is growing larger than my hand, I have to find a way to shrink it back to normal size, make it more concentrated.
I strain to bring it back into control while steadily adding more chakra until at last I know that adding more chakra will be too dangerous.
“Good. Now, aim it in a safe direction, one preferably with a clear one-twenty degree blast radius.”
I use my bloodline to pinpoint Kakashi and make sure he isn’t in the blast radius. Luckily, he’s behind me and I don’t have to alert him to my knowledge of him hiding.
“Good, now here’s the tricky part. I want you to break that Rasengan into five and have each one balanced on a different finger.
“How do I do that?” I ask, trying to shield my eyes from the bright light coming from the Rasengan.
“I told you, this is the hard part. Breaking up the Rasengan while trying to maintain its shape and rotation is exceptionally hard. I’m sure you’ll get it though once you know how to do it. Simply pull your fingers inward and move them rapidly while steadily increasing the distance between them. Once your hand is stretched out all the way, stop.”
Man this is confusing; and I thought learning Rasengan was hard. Somehow I manage to do as she says, on the fourth or fifth try but it’s an accomplishment all the same. Maintaining each of these individually is harder than the larger one which contains the same energy as all of them combined.
“That was fairly fast,” she admits. “Now you do know how to do hand seals, do you not?”
“Yes.”
“Then I want you to perform ten single-hand seals. This will be a lot easier if you watch me do it using the Uchiha bloodline.” Once I have gotten control of this bloodline, she performs ten hand seals, two of each while chanting, “Ho, Mizu, Kaze, Tsuchi, Rai, Tsuchi, Rai, Mizu, Kaze, Ho.”
“The move is called Elemental Rasengan but it doesn’t need to be said, only thought.”
I copy her technique perfectly, down to the angle of the wrist. “Ho, Mizu, Kaze, Tsuchi, Rai, Tsuchi, Rai, Mizu, Kaze, Ho.” Elemental Rasengan!
I feel the miniature Rasengans leave my fingertips but watch as they stop only a few inches away. They begin glowing different colors: red, blue, green, white, and yellow. They spin faster and faster until the all the sudden stop completely and shoot out overlapping blasts of energy across the sand.
When at last the blasts fade completely, I stand in shock at the destruction before me. Five separate areas of sand, completely transformed by the energy of the blast. There is an area of glass where the red Rasengan had shot, frozen ground where the blue Rasengan laid down its energy, solidified rock where the green blast had been aimed. Where the white Rasengan shot seems to have been torn apart by wind, just like the real Rasengan would have done only more powerful and over a larger diameter. Lastly is the area that seems to have taken the grunt of the damage. The yellow Rasengan has literally torn the ground into nothingness and what remains of it is charred.
“That was close,” Haru tells me. “The only thing is that you lost control of the Rasengans after they left your fingertips. I guess I forgot to mention this but your mind controls them; you have to make them mix or it won’t work properly. Then again if you happen to get five people in a row who are susceptible to the corresponding elements, you’ve got yourself a royal flush. Chances of that happening are zilch though.”
My bloodline kicks in automatically and I know something is wrong. I quickly locate the source of the trouble, a tag. I zoom in on and read what it says; it’s a sleeper tag, don’t think I’ve ever encountered one of those before and I don’t plan on needing to.
I grab a shuriken and throw it at the oncoming tag, cutting it cleanly in two.
“Come out, Kakashi. I know it’s you so stop the charades,” I say clearly.
“So you did know,” I hear his voice respond. “You’ve improved a lot since you left. So why don’t you give up the charades,” he demands.
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Wow. It’s been almost 2 weeks since I updated this. I got really lazy around the holidays and I had another story to write for English class so I’ve been preoccupied with about fifteen other things. Hoped you liked this one.