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Darksilver Samurai
Chapter 1 - Enter: Our Valiant Hero, the Darksilver Samurai!!
None of Iwagakure shinobi seemed to expect the fact they'd been stalking Shadow Clone rather than an actual rogue ninja simply walking around in the open between the crags and badlands. Aside from the fact that it was suspicious, it was a textbook decoy method. It was a pretty stupid mistake for a shinobi to make, especially these ones.
"Are you Genin from the Hidden Stone Village?"
All dozen of them seemed to take a moderate amount of exception to that, turning around in order to face me; drawing ninjato, kunai, shuriken, or making hand seals in preparation of unleashing ninjutsu techniques. I could sense and observe a number of shifts in their chakra with my Rinnegan, enough to tell me they were surprised.
Their squad leader, crouching on a large rock close to me, ominously declared, "Surrender or die."
I inclined my head with frustrating politeness, a cheerful smile on my face. "Ah, you are Chūnin from the Hidden Stone Village, then. I apologize for the misunderstanding."
A member of the ANBU team at the back growled. Bitterly angered with my decision not to surrender, the squad leader made a hand motion.
At least eight shurikens and kunai were thrown, as well as two Earth Release and one Lightning Release technique - a couple of them directed far into the horizon, at my Shadow Clone. All of the kunai had explosive tags attached, and their subsequent detonation started a brief scuffle, as the Iwagakure ANBU did its best to apprehend my esteemed self, lethally or otherwise. It was a difficult task for them - almost impossible, as a matter of fact - for several reasons.
What are those reasons, you ask of me, dear hypothetical listener?
Well, I had a good sword, a good sword arm, a heart full of ungiven fucks, and zero tolerance for people who are assholes.
Also, I could move at massively hypersonic speeds, did I mention that? I maybe should have. After batting away the ANBU members' thrown projectiles and cancelling out their ninjutsu by draining the chakra in the techniques into myself, it was the pleasant work of a few seconds to dash across the battlefield, disabling them one by one with pommel strikes and gut-punches, a scything kick to the gonads here and there.
Wear as many flak vests as you like, they won't defensively offer much against the sheer velocity and mass of a chakra-infused fist moving close to the speed of sound.
At some point, biting the dirt under my foot, one of them managed to ask, "How?"
"A good question." I considered how to answer it. "A man once said - before there can be morality, there must be victory. And before there is victory, there must be its determinants. And chief among those determinants - is speed. That is my hero's path." And then I kicked him at an angle that knocked him out cold.
At that point, my Shadow Clone finished his leisurely trek in my direction. "Mm. What's the plan now?"
"I do not believe that captured Ansatsu Senjutsu Tokushu Butai members will be of any significant use to the Hidden Leaf Village. It might cause an international incident, actually. I will simply remove their memories of ever stumbling upon me out here and move on - it is such tough luck with these patrols."
"I do not recommend beating yourself up over it," replied my Shadow Clone. "We are - however advantaged with purchased experience and great cosmic powers of assassination, singing, and legal representation - still novices. It is only natural that you let your guard down in a new environment."
"And I will endeavor not to let that happen again," I said, smiling. "Thank you, me."
"No problem, me."
And then he dispelled himself, and I received a surge of his memories and experiences, including this conversation. It was frankly disturbing in a way that was difficult to encapsulate or describe - having a muttered conversation with a hypothetical version of yourself is disturbing enough, but having an actual conversation with a physical and independent copy of yourself and then remembering the encounter simultaneously and flawlessly from both perspectives was something reserved for schizophrenia patients.
Or, apparently, S-Class ninja.
However, it was indeed rather incautious of me to simply move about in the open. Maybe the Land of Earth was a large place - by far one of the biggest I had visited thus far in my journey to the Land of Fire - but it was still under the auspices of one of the Five Great Shinobi Villages, and potentially the most aggressive one. I'd often likened Iwagakure to a hornet's nest that barely needed any kicks to come awake, roused to battle with a thousand stings, and headed in your direction with buzzing noises. It's odd how fire is the thing that's often associated with passion and anger when, to the best of my knowledge, Konoha ninja are the least irrational, amoral, and freakish of the bunch.
Err, with a few exceptions. Itachi was a serial killer. And come to think, Fugaku was kind of a dick, and Sasuke did have that entire learning-from-Orochimaru period...
Okay, so Konoha has multiple exceptions: I'm looking at you, all of the Uchiha Clan.
And honestly, when I think about it, the Aburame Clan is kind of weird, too. And the Hyuuga Clan does some shit to its members that I'd call downright evil.
And doesn't Konoha have a Torture Division?
...
Okay, so maybe Konoha isn't that great.
But it's still probably squarely within the top five places that I should head on over to and save from imminent doom. God knows they'll need a savior, maybe even fifty - between Orochimaru's Konoha Crush and that one thing that Nagato's about to pull in a few years from now, I wasn't sure about my prospects of actual success.
Oh, and I needed to stop Akatsuki overall, especially Obito Uchiha, and, uh, Madara, and... Zetsu... Kaguya... And the villains from Boruto... Maybe lock Hidan in a box...
As I was done rewriting the memories of Iwagakure ANBU, I executed a technique to rouse them to consciousness in a few seconds after I left - a well-tailored fabricated memory about a genjutsu accident in the field will make it seem like their brief sleep wasn't that concerning.
"I'll be fine," I decided, regarding the issues that I would face. "Probably." And then I Body-Flickered away, to the horizon, and then again and again. To the Land of Fire.
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Darksilver Samurai
[H] A Quest [+1 Gift] - Results: 13, Naruto
[E] The Overlord [+5 Gifts]
[R] The Seraph [+1 Heroic Favor]
[O] The Mandarin [1 Gift] - Applied to the Barrister.
[P] The Barrister [5 Gifts]
[A] A Debt [+2 Gifts]
[T] Obols of Paradise [5 Gifts] - Naruto: Access to Chakra, knowledge of techniques and battle experience equivalent to a Jōnin with over five decades of experience, a few unique techniques meant to synergize with the rest of the choices selected here. High Chakra reserves and high Chakra control, on par with an elite shinobi. Access to Rinnegan evolved from the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
[H] A Sword [1 Heroic Favor]
*Arch-Human - A charitable Progression bonus that grows alongside one's purposefulness and self-discovery, allowing to achieve theoretically any capability within time, provided sufficient resources and effort. +5 All Stats.
*Perfect Blade - Even further amplification of the Barrister, particularly its Void aspect, layering on another multiplicative reduction as per the Mandarin.
[E] The Overlord [+5 Gifts]
[R] The Seraph [+1 Heroic Favor]
[O] The Mandarin [1 Gift] - Applied to the Barrister.
[P] The Barrister [5 Gifts]
[A] A Debt [+2 Gifts]
[T] Obols of Paradise [5 Gifts] - Naruto: Access to Chakra, knowledge of techniques and battle experience equivalent to a Jōnin with over five decades of experience, a few unique techniques meant to synergize with the rest of the choices selected here. High Chakra reserves and high Chakra control, on par with an elite shinobi. Access to Rinnegan evolved from the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
[H] A Sword [1 Heroic Favor]
*Arch-Human - A charitable Progression bonus that grows alongside one's purposefulness and self-discovery, allowing to achieve theoretically any capability within time, provided sufficient resources and effort. +5 All Stats.
*Perfect Blade - Even further amplification of the Barrister, particularly its Void aspect, layering on another multiplicative reduction as per the Mandarin.
None of Iwagakure shinobi seemed to expect the fact they'd been stalking Shadow Clone rather than an actual rogue ninja simply walking around in the open between the crags and badlands. Aside from the fact that it was suspicious, it was a textbook decoy method. It was a pretty stupid mistake for a shinobi to make, especially these ones.
"Are you Genin from the Hidden Stone Village?"
All dozen of them seemed to take a moderate amount of exception to that, turning around in order to face me; drawing ninjato, kunai, shuriken, or making hand seals in preparation of unleashing ninjutsu techniques. I could sense and observe a number of shifts in their chakra with my Rinnegan, enough to tell me they were surprised.
Their squad leader, crouching on a large rock close to me, ominously declared, "Surrender or die."
I inclined my head with frustrating politeness, a cheerful smile on my face. "Ah, you are Chūnin from the Hidden Stone Village, then. I apologize for the misunderstanding."
A member of the ANBU team at the back growled. Bitterly angered with my decision not to surrender, the squad leader made a hand motion.
At least eight shurikens and kunai were thrown, as well as two Earth Release and one Lightning Release technique - a couple of them directed far into the horizon, at my Shadow Clone. All of the kunai had explosive tags attached, and their subsequent detonation started a brief scuffle, as the Iwagakure ANBU did its best to apprehend my esteemed self, lethally or otherwise. It was a difficult task for them - almost impossible, as a matter of fact - for several reasons.
What are those reasons, you ask of me, dear hypothetical listener?
Well, I had a good sword, a good sword arm, a heart full of ungiven fucks, and zero tolerance for people who are assholes.
Also, I could move at massively hypersonic speeds, did I mention that? I maybe should have. After batting away the ANBU members' thrown projectiles and cancelling out their ninjutsu by draining the chakra in the techniques into myself, it was the pleasant work of a few seconds to dash across the battlefield, disabling them one by one with pommel strikes and gut-punches, a scything kick to the gonads here and there.
Wear as many flak vests as you like, they won't defensively offer much against the sheer velocity and mass of a chakra-infused fist moving close to the speed of sound.
At some point, biting the dirt under my foot, one of them managed to ask, "How?"
"A good question." I considered how to answer it. "A man once said - before there can be morality, there must be victory. And before there is victory, there must be its determinants. And chief among those determinants - is speed. That is my hero's path." And then I kicked him at an angle that knocked him out cold.
At that point, my Shadow Clone finished his leisurely trek in my direction. "Mm. What's the plan now?"
"I do not believe that captured Ansatsu Senjutsu Tokushu Butai members will be of any significant use to the Hidden Leaf Village. It might cause an international incident, actually. I will simply remove their memories of ever stumbling upon me out here and move on - it is such tough luck with these patrols."
"I do not recommend beating yourself up over it," replied my Shadow Clone. "We are - however advantaged with purchased experience and great cosmic powers of assassination, singing, and legal representation - still novices. It is only natural that you let your guard down in a new environment."
"And I will endeavor not to let that happen again," I said, smiling. "Thank you, me."
"No problem, me."
And then he dispelled himself, and I received a surge of his memories and experiences, including this conversation. It was frankly disturbing in a way that was difficult to encapsulate or describe - having a muttered conversation with a hypothetical version of yourself is disturbing enough, but having an actual conversation with a physical and independent copy of yourself and then remembering the encounter simultaneously and flawlessly from both perspectives was something reserved for schizophrenia patients.
Or, apparently, S-Class ninja.
However, it was indeed rather incautious of me to simply move about in the open. Maybe the Land of Earth was a large place - by far one of the biggest I had visited thus far in my journey to the Land of Fire - but it was still under the auspices of one of the Five Great Shinobi Villages, and potentially the most aggressive one. I'd often likened Iwagakure to a hornet's nest that barely needed any kicks to come awake, roused to battle with a thousand stings, and headed in your direction with buzzing noises. It's odd how fire is the thing that's often associated with passion and anger when, to the best of my knowledge, Konoha ninja are the least irrational, amoral, and freakish of the bunch.
Err, with a few exceptions. Itachi was a serial killer. And come to think, Fugaku was kind of a dick, and Sasuke did have that entire learning-from-Orochimaru period...
Okay, so Konoha has multiple exceptions: I'm looking at you, all of the Uchiha Clan.
And honestly, when I think about it, the Aburame Clan is kind of weird, too. And the Hyuuga Clan does some shit to its members that I'd call downright evil.
And doesn't Konoha have a Torture Division?
...
Okay, so maybe Konoha isn't that great.
But it's still probably squarely within the top five places that I should head on over to and save from imminent doom. God knows they'll need a savior, maybe even fifty - between Orochimaru's Konoha Crush and that one thing that Nagato's about to pull in a few years from now, I wasn't sure about my prospects of actual success.
Oh, and I needed to stop Akatsuki overall, especially Obito Uchiha, and, uh, Madara, and... Zetsu... Kaguya... And the villains from Boruto... Maybe lock Hidan in a box...
As I was done rewriting the memories of Iwagakure ANBU, I executed a technique to rouse them to consciousness in a few seconds after I left - a well-tailored fabricated memory about a genjutsu accident in the field will make it seem like their brief sleep wasn't that concerning.
"I'll be fine," I decided, regarding the issues that I would face. "Probably." And then I Body-Flickered away, to the horizon, and then again and again. To the Land of Fire.
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