End of Days

[chirujo]

Day I

High up amidst the vast foliage, a candle sat on a branch. It was lit and the oxygen around it provided its continued flickering. My eyes peered into it from a short distance, my legs resting horizontally on the branch with my back resting against the bunk of the tree. The flames danced as pieces of the wax oozed down the candle before hitting the wood of the branch. Emerald halcyon drifted off to the sky, watching the clouds move along in such a calm manner—as if there was nothing in the world that could indeed disturb the flow of such tranquility. Closing my eyes, I then reopened them as I peered into the flickering flames once more.

Below me, in far distance behind, two ninjas fought. I knew them both well. One was a teacher, and the other a student. The student had the blood of my ancestors running through his vein, albeit not quite my family, he was indeed part of my clan. I leaned my head back as the student and teacher blew massive fire at each other. It was widely known that the Uchihas were adept at the skill of learning fire. The ability to breathe fire was in me but I never cared to learn it. Growing up, I was never bothered by the society of the Uchiha clan to uptake the necessary techniques of Katon.

As a result, I was often envied by my peers and classmates. Some even degraded me below their level simply because I had no knowledge of the art of fire. I shrugged at these fools, for I had an art far greater than the skill of Katon. Considered a genius, I learned the arts of my clan quickly and advanced far greater than those who learned Katon. I was interested in the arts of lightning—intrigued by it actually. I was still learning but still, I had the goal of mastering this wondrous art. The roars of fire echoed again as I looked back to see the two at it again. Sighing, I extended my hand to douse the flame and whiskered away to that location. It was time to see what exactly was going on…

[chirujo]

Flames of such exotic visage graced these eyes of mine as I crouched on the high roof that sat lazily atop the house. Emerald oculi were hidden behind the black glasses that were opaque as I continued to watch the dance of these two warriors. Hand seals were weaved, chakra made, and creation molded—the result was a grand battle of fire. I waited a bit, wanting to see their continued battle as I slowly stood up straight, my height at its best. Hands in my pockets, the gentle breeze blew my shaggy white hair as my high collar hood—which was hanging over my head—flickered momentarily before dying down. It was only a matter before this duel came to an end.

Alas, I jumped down from the high roof, my appearance startling them. “Yo,” I proclaimed as I watched the change in Haru’s expressionless face—the student going from focused to antipathy in but a second. “WHY ARE YOU HERE?!” Haru’s anger well noted in his outburst towards me, I simply looked in his direction, and scoff at his words, “Sheesh, why the hostile greeting Haru? I was just watching you perform. Hello Sensei Kyuuza.” Kyuuza Sensei acknowledged my greeting, as I began to turn away, and that was when a spark had initiated. “Hehehe, Shinrai. I’ve gotten stronger than before!! My Katon is much better and of course, you having no knowledge in the art of fire, it is only natural that you should walk away. Should we duel, I would win—hands down!”

“Oh? Is that why I’m Chuunin and you’re not?” Haru and I go way back. We have both been brought up in the same Academy, on the same team for a period of time, and fought together and against each other many times. He was one of those who teased me for not learning fire, although his was less harsh than the others, he still kept at it. We eventually ended up together as a team of three—the third one, however, had died shortly after due to an illness she had. One could say that the two of us had a rivalry although I didn’t really care about our competition. It was the fact that I progressed farther and faster than Haru that made his jealousy an increment. I unlocked the Sharingan first, had fifteen battles against him—and never lost once. We both became eligible for the Chuunin Exams and as I have previously stated, I became Chuunin and he did not. Although he progressed farther in fire, I progressed farther and faster in everything else, and it was my calm and carefree demeanor that angered him.

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I kept walking away, using my right hand to ward off any threats he had. His words were, “YEAH, KEEP WALKING! You wouldn’t be able to beat me anyway…” His threats suddenly stopped as he yelled something unintelligent. Suddenly, I felt something coming my way, and feeling the heat behind it I acted quickly. In one swift moment, I rotated a 180 degree turn as I drew my tanto blade. Raiton chakra surged within my being as it transferred to my arm and then upon coming into contact with my blade burst into electricity as I sliced the huge fireball in half—splitting it into two as the two fireballs went on in their own respective directions. Then I stood before Haru, fifteen meters away, as my blade still crackled with lightning.

Shock filled my expression as I looked at Haru’s face—especially his eyes as he wielded three tomoe in each Sharingan eye.

“My, my, You have awakened the Sharingan’s full power? Isn’t that something grand?” I credited Haru for his advancement to the third tomoe albeit I wondered how he had advanced to such a level. But he only smiled in a snide manner, and spoke, “I have always envied you although you had no skill in the art of fire. I hated the way you always seemed to get your way, no matter how or what happened. But today, I WILL BEAT YOU!” With that statement, it seems our duel has started once more. Hand seals graced his hands as my emerald view was quickly drowned in a wave of crimson visage. It was my two tomoe against his three tomoe—let us now witness the battle of eyes.

Twenty fire balls expelled from his mouth as I blocked two of them with my sword, my eyes following the rest, I analyzed what was the best way to get around this. A fire ball zoomed past me as I threw my tanto blade at Haru. It was fast and powered by my ration chakra. As the fire balls zoomed in on me, I quickly jumped high, dodging most of them as Haru dodged the tanto blade directed at him. The lightning though cut him by the cheek as a drizzle of blood seeped down his face. As the blade hit the ground, all its power gone, I landed on the roof, my finger pointed at him as a brilliant sallow-hue burst out of my finger in a form of a lightning surge. It was fast, accurate, and powerful despite it being a low rank.

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But it was a distraction. As he looked in towards the direction of my beam, easy to dodge, I caught his eyes with my own two crimson oculi. Thus, a battle of genjutsu was soon underway. And although genjutsu was usually not my thing, it was yet another thing that I excelled at over him. This time, though, I did not want to continue this battle and thus, I wanted it to end quickly and very soon. I knew that Haru had the advantage of having a Sharingan of higher caliber, and so within moments my chakra had burst into my mouth. Imbued by Raiton, it was sent to sky as Haru jumped towards me, his mouth opening to let out a gradn fire ball as the lightning ball hit the sky and then blinded him. He soon let out a scream as I already had him to come up towards me in short distance. The fact that he picked up my blade to use against me was reassuring at least. I ran towards him, covering the short distance between us in a matter of seconds. Taking the blade away from him, I removed the tanto blade from him, rotating around to meet him from behind, I slashed three times at his back.

A scream of sheer agony bellowed this little field as Haru fell to the ground from the top of the roof—his vision regained. But in a matter of moments, I would point a finger at his momentarily stunned body, and fired at his body. Then with his body all bloodied and smoked like fried fish, he crumbled under the power of my Sharingan as I sat there, slowly torturing him. His agonizing scream repeating itself over and over until a voice cut me off, “Stop! Enough!!” The voice of Kyuuza Sensei. I released the illusion as I jumped down from the roof, walking towards Kyuuza. “Your skills just keeps better and better every time. So what brings you here?” He spoke as he took care of Haru.

“Nothing much, just chilling. Ever since I became Chuunin, that’s all I’ve been doing. Relaxing and cruising through life day by day.” This seemed to shock my sensei as he spoke, amusement filled his voice, “Shinrai, you should be out doing missions or taking different jobs for the village. You’re very lucky you’re a close friend of the Raikage, otherwise your behind would have been hunted down by the Higher-ups. You should try doing missions to fill your free time.” Missions…? The idea that I could gain an surmountable experience through missions was grand indeed and soon I became possessed by an idea that rapidly grew inside my mind.

Taking my leave, I said goodbye to the sensei and a very bitter Haru who refused to acknowledge me. I walked away from the area, determined now, to do some mission. But first, there was a matter at hand as Sensei Kyuuza spoke once more, “Wait, Shinrai. I want to spar with you one more time. To see, truly, how strong you’ve gotten.” He stood as I turned around, my hands out of my pockets as my right hand reached for my glasses. Unlike Haru, Kyuuza was far more composed and advanced. Despite him not being a user of any of the superior traits that flow in our blood, he was a Jounin that was well known and a force to be reckoned with.

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My face turned from a moment of carefree to a more focused and analyzing manner as I removed my glasses. I pulled down my hood, white hair flowing freely as whisked it away with a flick of my head. Revealing two crimson oculi, my sensei would then walk away from Haru—who was now watching this battle unfold—take out two swords. One was a long sword and the other was short sword. Kyuuza was skilled in the way of the sword, and it was partly this reason he was well known throughout the village. Taking my tanto blade out, it sparkled with the genuine power of ration immediately after. Then we ran at each other, and thus the commerce of swords began.

Although I had only one blade that was coated in raiton chakra, while both of his swords were enhanced by two different elements—one by lightning and the other by wind. In one swift movement, he brought down the wind sword and I, aided by my ocular prowess, saw the wind attack headed my way. I ducked, despite the close proximity of that attack, as I lashed out with my blade, horizontally cutting my sensei as he blocked it with his lightning sword. He would then aim for my shoulder with his other sword as I moved away, dodging a series of attacks all through the use of my Sharingan.

His rapid attacks were ongoing as I analyzed further on how to simultaneously stop his attacks while subduing him. Spinning around in order to dodge his two-sword movement attack, I used my tanto blade to attack from behind. From the appendages of my body did my power of lightning shoot out, startling for but a moment as he cut through the electricity with his wind sword. In one moment though, the tide of battle changed as I blinded him with a bright yellow flash of my chakra. Moving back, I aimed two fingers at his two swords. Two beams of lightning shot out as they knocked the swords out of his hands.

As my sensei regained his senses, I stood ten meters away from him. His position shifted from that of offense to defense. I ran at him, my blade of pure lightning would dance as it leaped from my sword to him. I heard gasps of shock from Haru but ignored it as the lightning attacked Kyuuza. The Jounin merely did a karate chop imbued with wind as the lightning withered in pain—if pain could be felt that is. I, however, did not stop there as I turned my body in a full reverse circle, my blade attempting to penetrate my old master. The man merely knocked the blade out of my hands as his other hand would grab my hand and twist it. Using my other hand for support, I kicked him in the chin as we would both part ways. Landing on the ground with loud thud, before I recovered though, Kyuuza sensei was already standing above me, his two swords ready to attack—and attack, he did.

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Life flashed before my eyes as the swords were brought down with such speed, that had I not trained under Kyuuza sensei, I could be very well dead. The swords stopped right before my neck, a goading smile reached his lips as he parted them, “You still have much to learn. I have told both you and Haru the day I got you that your eye techniques will not work on me. I have fought too many people of your kind to be fooled by my students who bear the blood of my many enemies. Go and take missions, learn, travel, train. Then when you’re stronger, come back and we’ll duel again.” Blood oozed down parts of my arms and my shoulders ached. I got up with a respectful nod as I got my tanto. Putting the blade away, I would simply walk over to the vast meadow, covering my eyes from the burning sun with my black glasses.

It would take time to heal the wounds of my recent battle. As I did so, I lay there to rethink and ponder on the words of my sensei. Emerald halcyon looked up to the sky as they drifted off with the clouds. What seemed to be like an eternity, I awoke from my sleep. Still, the words of my sensei were on my mind as I lazily got up. Shaking my unkempt hair, I walked away from this tranquility. It was time that I performed this idea now fully grown. Next time, Sensei, when we duel, I will not lose so easily…

With that, I was gone—to go wherever the winds take me…

Exit!

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