Ninpocho Chronicles

Ninpocho Chronicles is a fantasy-ish setting storyline, set in an alternate universe World of Ninjas, where the Naruto and Boruto series take place. This means that none of the canon characters exists, or existed here.

Each ninja starts from the bottom and start their training as an Academy Student. From there they develop abilities akin to that of demigods as they grow in age and experience.

Along the way they gain new friends (or enemies), take on jobs and complete contracts and missions for their respective villages where their training and skill will be tested to their limits.

The sky is the limit as the blank page you see before you can be filled with countless of adventures with your character in the game.

This is Ninpocho Chronicles.

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Ryota had pulled a few innocent pranks around, one of them was letting loose a few pigs, 9 of them, but all labeled differently. One was 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10, and 11.. So people kept looking for numbers 4 and 9. He also glued a coin to the bar staircase so that people kept trying to pick up the said coin. Those were innocent ones, as the pigs were small and harmless to anyone. The bigger ones could easily harm a child and that is something he didn't wish to see happen.

Inside a certain person's office... He tried to place confetti on top of the fan blades, all of them... so that if they did turn it on, it would rain confetti. All he hoped that the person in charge of that place wasn't too angry. A person working at the bar came outside towards Ryota. "Kid, I swear... Stop changing the photo's on the wall. I don't know when you do it. It is weird.... Fun, but weird. " Ryota would grin towards the man and now. "Alright, I will stop with them." Ryota always kept to his code, if someone came up to him that they didn't like that. He would stop it. "May I try something else another time?"
"As long as it won't hurt the business, sure kid." Because of this one person, Ryota kept going with harmless pranks.
 
It had already been a long week. Placed once more in the Captain’s chair within Suna’s ANBU, the old assassin king had his work cut out for him. There was an issue with the downsizing of the force that Wei had conducted personally by pulling many of the black corp’s talented and making them his personal hit squad. The more powerful ones became his personal bodyguards; woe be unto them. Of course it wasn’t that all of the members of ANBU were looking for a career change, but instead were trying to avoid being sent out to fight a pointless war. Uzu could respect that. It still didn’t make his job any easier.

Redactions still needed to be made, probably more now than ever. Wei’s crew got up to…some stuff. Most of it was the basic black market deals he was used to covering up, (there was a reason it was never fully stamped out), but there was some really heinous things Wei was directing his men to pull. Human trafficking was the most egregious of the bunch, and Toushin copied every piece of paper involved in that for later blackmail. Some of it was flat out assassinations of people speaking out, and among them some noble houses that were caught supplying the Rebellion; easily more blackmail. He had more than enough to secure just about any position he could ask for now, but that also required overthrowing the current regime and putting someone in power he could potentially manipulate. Sure, Wei would have been an easy target for Uzu with all things accounted for, but even the old king knew Suna wouldn’t last long enough under that idiot’s rule to play the long game.

Stepping into his office with a sigh, he quickly moved to pour a cup of coffee, settled down at his desk, and looked over at the gigantic piles of information laid out before him. Every last page contained information that needed to be redacted, logged, possibly copied, and stored away. He hated it, but, it kept him flying under the radar. Only a couple more weeks before the planned attack was all put into place and executed…

An hour into the paperwork and the coffee, plus the desert sun, heated him and the office up considerably. He reached under his desk to push a very simple button that would send a little radio wave up to turn on the ceiling fan above. Equiped with ice chakra crystals, the fan itself acted as a mini air conditioner that would give the older male a much needed reprieve from the heat. As he leaned back into his chair for a personal five minute break, he was met first not with a cool wave of air, but confetti. Colored paper that spilled out all over his office, and himself, until everything was covered in festive trash. He could feel his blood pressure rising, quickly.

In all of Sunagakure, there was only one person who had managed to prank Toushin successfully. Toraono Ryota. Still covered in paper he gentled sniffed at the air in his office being pushed around, ashamed that he hadn’t noticed the obvious smell of feline before. Cracked under the whip of a job and planning a revolution, the boy had picked the perfect time to hit the old assassin. Uzu wasn’t sure if he was impressed, or furious. After all the kid went out of his way to bypass layers of ANBU security, found his office, and set up a simple prank before leaving without getting caught by what remained of the operatives.

Well, better go play catch up with the Toraono then.

An hour later, after picking up every piece of paper in his office and then out of his clothes, Toushin was scouting around the boy’s usual haunts. In his search he had found the youth had been up to more than the rather impressive feat of pranking ANBU. Releasing pigs, changing pictures at a local bar, and the mysterious case of a coin welded to a set of stairs via some kind of adhesive. All the pranks added up, and it made a really easy track for the assassin, eventually narrowing down exactly when Ryota would be showing up at that bar.

He waited outside, dressed to the 9’s. Suit pants, expensive shoes, a nice button down shirt with sleeves rolled up, and a golden watch attached to his left wrist. His silver hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and he smelled of a certain light musk with notes of clover and cinnamon. Why was he all dolled up to be meeting the boy who had manged to prank him, twice, successfully?

Why, to offer him a business opportunity.

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A new prank, a small one too. Just before Uzu arrived, he went to the place's roof. Ryota entered through the window inside the bathroom... and drew a spider with long legs on the toilet paper, before hanging it back just enough that you saw a few feet sticking out. He then would get outside, as sneaky and stealthily as he could. It did help that he was using the jutsu active camo. He was almost invisible to the regular human eye. There was hardly any sound coming from him too as he made sure to make tip-heel movements. Almost as if you had a cat visit and quietly leaving again. Just before he would make his way down, he saw someone standing there. The boy slowly tilted his head as he looked towards the man. 'What kind of idiot... would dress up like that?' were the harmless thoughts, but just before he would make his get-away... He halted.

His eyes grew larger at the realization which had hit him. 'Uzu?!' A 'pfft' sound left him as he suppressed the rest, he had almost burst out in laughter at the scene. That old man was dressed up so nicely. A full tire suit and everything on him. What the hell was he doing right here? But soon, the silent chuckles faded and a frown started to form. "Wait..." He whispered a man dressed the way up as he was. He knew out of stories that this man was strong, yet he was old... Right? Another feeling hit him... did he figure it out? Nah.. then he wouldn't be this calm right? Right?

Maybe get out before things got ugly..? But knowing the place around, that same image soon filled with something else. A worry. "oi oi..." He muttered and skillfully got down from the roof of the cafe. He had just planted another prank, a harmless one. With a soft thud, his feet made contact with the ground again.
Ryota's attire would be something entirely different from that of the old man. He wore jaggy pants, but not jaggy enough to get stuck everywhere. He wore sneakers made out of soft material so you couldn't hear him as loud as others. And his shirt had double layers, more right around his body. A scarf around his neck that he could use as a hoodie if he wished. His gloves were tipless so he could always maintain grip.

The eyes were curious but held a tint of worry as he looked towards the man. "Hai?" he questioned, not really good in this matter and he wasn't entirely sure that this man would remember him. "Are you... Ill?" He questioned after, yes. The best possible question to ask right after you meet someone is, why not a hello, how are you? How is the weather? What the hell are you doing here in such a fancy pants mannerism? So many more other questioned he could have asked right there and then.

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Considering what I’m about to offer, I might as well be. Come. Take a walk with me,” Toushin stated without any room for Ryota to muster refusal. He just simply stood back up from his leaning spot and began to walk away. There was something in the way his shoulders were squared that said ‘obey, or else’, like he was expecting the kid to resist. Or maybe having been a father, the Assassin King was just used to unruly children and had a natural knack for suggesting they step in line with an innate body language. The path they walked in relative silence took them far away from the Commercial District and towards the lower levels of Sunagakure.

I’ve been getting reports about someone pulling little pranks here and there. No one has been able to locate the person behind these pranks, but their starting to gum up the local shinobi’s duties in trying to hunt for a prankster while committing to their normal duties. So, as an ANBU Captain, it has fallen under my jurisdiction to find and deal with this problem.
Now,” he stopped suddenly and turned to face Ryota. He had lead them towards the entrance to the Underground, where below laid the current offices of the ANBU. The area that was normally full of homeless and the ner-do-well attempting to sneak down into Suna’s Canker Sore, was alarmingly empty and quiet.
I know who the prankster is. There’s only a handful of people capable of pulling a fast one on me, and only one of them has dared to try; successfully might I add. Having managed to prank on me twice, is simultaneously unforgivable…and impressive. So, I would like to offer you a deal. A trade, even...

Toushin raised a single hand and snapped his fingers. A contingent of ANBU appeared surrounding Ryota and the captain. Some where directly on the streets just outside of the Toraono's reach, and the rest crowded onto the near-by roofs and higher places. All of them masked, robed, and with weapons drawn. Chakra was building in half of them, and the other half already had their bodies augmented with the super power. Toushin reached behind him to have a blank ANBU mask placed into the waiting hand by an agent who appeared and dissipated just as fast as they could give their boss that badge of honor. He presented the blank mask to Ryota, his golden eyes glowing softly with power as he gauged the teenager’s reaction to both the sudden appearance of Suna’s deadlier portion of the military and the offer he was about to make.

Toraono Ryota, I offer you a position among the ANBU - my, ANBU. Be for certain that there is a difference. Accepting this position will mean having to live a double life. Your name will be who you were, not who you will become. There will be obedience in your actions under my eyes. Give yourself unto me and I will show you rewards for loyalty that Suna can not offer you. Power. Riches. Revenge. I will personally scour this entire country of the Jashin Cult and anyone connected to them, and all I ask in return is your unfettered loyalty. Not to Suna. Not to ANBU. To me.” The man had done his research to know Ryota's enemies. That cult had done a number of horrible things to the boy that was no doubt the big reason he was acting out. He wasn't lying either. In preperation to this, he had already found and marked no less than three locations the Jashins had thought they were well hidden in - one of their locations being right in the Underground itself.

He took the mask before Ryota could touch it, and placed it back behind him once more.

Or, you can face the music. The total accumulated price for your pranks is equal to over two-million Yen in damages, another one-million in suffering, and six-months to a year in prison. Your brother will not be able to save you. Your clan will be recommended to forget you. All of your promising career as a talented shinobi will be turned to waste behind the bars of a cell capable of draining every last ounce of your power. Before you think me cruel, I would remind you that I would not be making this offer if I did not think you were worth so much more. In the right hands, you could be honed to become the greatest weapon in Suna’s belt…

Choose wisely.
 
After the small question, if he was ill, Ryota got an answer he didn't think he would get. "Huh..." It left him puzzled at the reply and before even a reply could be formed, started to walk. Ryota looked towards the man and soon followed him because of the chill that the man gave. 'Did... he step out of the wrong bed? Did his partner leave him..?' He questioned in his mind, curiosity and for some reason... He got his guard up.

He got a summing of all his past habits, some still there, but at least they were majorly harmless. He wanted to say that some knew that it was him, just like the owner of that bar. But he did not get a word in between. He was following the man with a head down, eyes on the man's heels until he suddenly stopped. He froze too, scared to bump into the man that looked so calm the first time they met. Sure... he was scary, but this was at a completely different height. He had his guard up, but still, he did not notice the people creeping in.

"A... deal..?" The young teen muttered and looked around, scratching the back of his neck as he swallowed thickly. He was caught, he was caught for sure. what would it be..? His mind was racing as he was looking around, there were too many of them. Even if he had attempted his beast's fangs... he would not leave this place with his arm attached. His eyes subtle had changed, from innocent and caring to wary and trying to eye everything around him. Yet he did not activate his Bakugan yet. His heart was telling him to run, to fight and flee. But his mind told him otherwise. Even the spirit inside of him grew restless.
' Oho... This is most interesting. '
Is it..?
'' That old man has you now... We knew it was only a sense of time.'
' How many..?'
'I do not know how many there are in that portion of militia... but this is... a bit much.'
' Even with you?'
'Even with me... We will have to see what this man is dealing with...'

After his little look around, the gaze had once more changed, a determination before he looked back to the man. He did not know what his purpose was. He listened to those words right after... and was puzzled by it. A placed a frown on his face. 'Why would I..?' He had learned a little bit about those people, terrifying and oddly good at their job. You never knew who was around you that was one... Even when he was looking around him right now, he could not recognize any of them... but to think that this old man would have this trick up his sleeve. ' He has what we want...' ' Knowledge.'

His eyes went to the mask, it was a good offer... But to be loyal to only him, then what about his brother? What about the person that saved his life? He was thinking it hard inside his mind, his hand went to his chin as he held it thinking it over... But of course, there was a catch. "H-How much?!" The boy yelped out. Hearing him his jaw did drop a bit. He has spoken right through him, so a few words were missed... But honestly... Even his brother wouldn't be able to help... This was a one side offer. Gritting his teeth he wouldn't have a way with this if this was one-sided already. He would make sure there were two butts! Two, whole butts to give.

"Fine, BUT." He started and would look Uzu right in the eyes. Yes... there may have been a hint of fear for the reply that the man could give. "I keep my cat! I don't care, he is part of my savior. I will get to keep him and you won't butt in with his lifestyle. And... You won't set me up against my brother. Not unless he went totally astray. I won't go against him because maybe you don't like him. I don't give a rat's ass if I then have to do jail time, pay back my whole life. I won't hurt him in a rumor." He held that much honor to his brother, his little pet cat, and himself. "If we have a deal... Then I will be yours."
 
Uzu waited patiently, his face an unmoving stone worker’s mastercraft in the representation of a stoic man. Those golden eyes swimming in black stared up at the youth, yet somehow it seemed like Toushin was the bigger man here. The ANBU surrounding the two seemed like they were on edge as well, shifting gently to fix their stance as if they were about to take down the hardest target in the Wind Country. How did Toushin have his team and Ryota so riled up?

Lies.

The quoted price of damages? A lie. The actual sum of damages managed up to a mere ten-thousand yen; if that. People not knowing who the prankster was? Also an untruth - everyone knew who the big prankster in town was and who they were related to. It’s why no one did anything up until now. Jail time? Laughable. Michino could simply say ‘no,’ and the charges would be dropped outright. He had that kind of power, the Toraono, had that kinda pull. The Assassin King’s entire spiel was little more than that. The man was more than simply practice in words - they were a goddamned weapon in his hands. He didn’t once control the entire Underground’s criminal empire without learning a few tricks.

…and Ryota fell right for them. Of course the boy did, the ANBU surrounding Michino’s brother had fallen for them. They believed this man was far more of a menace than they actually were, and who were they to argue against a superior? Toushin’s organic arm once again revealed itself and handled over the blank mask to the youth before him.

Excellent. Those are acceptable conditions. Despite how I act, allow me to clear the air on the matter of Toraono Michino,” his eyes finally broke contact as he closed his own as if steeling himself to speak a deep truth, “That Toraono Lord is, currently, engaged to be married to my daughter. As a future son-in-law and betrothed to my dear child I am less likely to raise a hand against him…

…despite my intense hatred of the man…

The thought was kept to himself, of course. No need to let Ryota in on one of the rare things that actually bothered Uzu,
Now, with your acceptance, follow me.” The assassin snapped his fingers again and those gathered masked soldiers dispersed just as fast as they had gathered.

Now, into the Underground the silver-haired man lead his newest recruit. It was dark and dank as usual. The lights of the streets, coated in red glass, gave off eerie shadows from the broken down and burnt out buildings that surrounded them. There was a main street that lead from the entrance all the way down to the ANBU Headquarters. Wide and paved in a way that made it easy to walk on, it was clearly the only thing down here maintained. From that main street multiple paths diverted into streets behind the broken buildings, hiding the ner’do’wells who lived around and the Black Market. It was said that no one walked on that road cause you’d either be mugged by the denizens or arrested by the ANBU for treading near their HQ. Today it was a clear road without a single living thing on it save Uzu and Ryota. The silence was deafening.

At the end of the road Toushin untucked a hand from behind his back and have it a wave at the massive wooden door that blocked the outside from getting into the ANBU HQ. It swung open as if a gust of hurricane slammed into it, allowing passage for the two shinobi. Once beyond the threshold the door closed bathing the two in pitch black darkness. Torches began to light themselves in the corners of what appeared to be a giant courtroom. Some of those torches were lifted by the silhouettes of other ANBU members that were then tossed towards the ground, landing on the oiled coals of large standing braziers. Their roaring flames lit the room up further, revealing now a large stone throne with the marks of four clans at the top: Sunahoshi, Toraono, Uzumoreru, and Chikamatsu. Before that stone chair was a simple kotatsu with two pillows on either side awaited the duo. Other members of the Suna ANBU stayed to the shadows, robed and masked.

Toushin went to the side with his back to the stone throne and sat down. From the shadows a member of their corp walked out and placed a bottle of sake and two cups before walking backwards into hiding once more. The assassin king poured two cups and gestured towards the other pillow.

Sit, please. It is an old Sunan tradition to share sake cups as an act of securing an alliance.” The fingers of his organic hand gently gripped the clay up and raised it, waiting for Ryota to sit and do the same.

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He had given something to weigh the odds it, not knowing that he was the one being played right now. The way that others around them shifted, made not only them nervous, but also the boy who stood there in the middle of everything. He did his best to now show how nervous he was, how the lump in his throat was or had badly he kept his feet from tapping.
’If any makes a move… can we handle it..?’
’Why are you so eager to jump the gun? Just wait and see…’
Ryota could visualize the spirit inside of him, rolling to their other side with a giant yawn. It seemed they had already grown bored of this. A small click of the tongue left the male before his eyes looked more sharp to the men around him.

It was only then, that the man in front of him started to move. Slightly jumpy, he looked at the man, up and down… He got a confirmation that he didn’t see coming. His both terms agreed on? With nothing back? Only now, he started to feel like this was a stinking business. Then again. He only had to act up when this man asked for it, meaning he could still do nothing most of days. And then…A matter was supposed to be cleared, it followed with his brother's name and he was shocked. “Heh…” Simply dumbfounded by the words this man spoke. “Well… that is something good to know.” He said making a mental note. ’getting… marrier… what…’ Inside of him, the spirit was laughing, wheezin',g and talking about curveballs. . It was only then that he took the mask that was reached to him, flipping it over in his hand. The first thing that popped in his mind, how can I make this less boring and not get scolded. His eyes went from the plain and boring mask to now his higher up.

He took a calm breath before trying to figure out how to keep it near him, but out of sight too. From this point on, he was leading a double life… Yet he would continue being the Ryota he always had been to avoid suspicion by anyone. After all… Erasing a life known in society was difficult… but he could adapt a nickname to slowly let everyone call him that, so that was something out of the way. The brains of the boy were already racking up things while being at a daze looking at the mask. Only when he heard the other he looked up. “A-ah… yes.. Uhm… sir?” He wasn’t entirely sure what to call him now, no, he knew what he would call him just didn’t had the guts right now to do so. Ojisan. He would call him that. Sagenod.

Following Uzu through the place, he noticed a lot of things, and not a lot at the same time. He had a sharp gaze but had yet to learn where to watch for. The moment they started to actually wakl inside, Ryota had been walking with arms behind his head. Humming to himself an old old child song that he did not know where he got it from. It was then that his eyes darted at the door. “woaw….” A sheer astonishment was all that left the boy, he was in awee by the things that were happening. He halted in his movements, letting his eyes dart the room, yet never letting the man out of his sight.

Golden hues followed the man coming out of nowhere, he was wary of it as it was unknown. Unknown brought often trouble, so he started to learn, by seeing how Uzu would react to this man… Which was nothing, he simply accepted it and it faded back in. “And here I thought I was good at hiding…” The boy muttered under his breath before making his way closer by. “Sit, please. It is an old Sunan tradition to share sake cups as an act of securing an alliance.” Those words, made only the boy remind him of something. Trying to tease the man a little bit, he would sit down on the pillow. Crossing his legs over each other instead of sitting down on his knees. Even at his home he rarely sat down on his knees. It was uncomfortable and weird… And right now, he could still react with kicks and whatnot, unlike on his knees.

He took the cup and held it up to Uzu. “To the alliance.” Ryota said those words before taking a sip. “You know..” he smirked. “I am only 17…” He grinned and drank the rest. Stuck out his tongue. He thought maybe this man didn’t know about what he had in his home stored in cupports.
 
That’s fine, you’re not actually drinking sake. It’s poison,” Uzu replied to Ryota’s quip about being underage and drinking. Not that the ANBU didn’t bend laws to suit their needs in defense of the village anyways…and he was only about a year out of “legal” age in Sunagakure anyways. Legal was a hard term considering all the teenagers, including his own daughter at one point, getting aboslutely sloshed in the Red Light District. Toushin finished his cup.

The poison was a simple one. Nothing lethal by any means, though in large doses it could be come problematic for health issues. It affected the cognitive, slowing down perception to a crawl and eventually causing the imbiber to fall into a deep sleep or, a trance. Toushin had long ago built up an immunity to the poison in his childhood as it was often used as a method of training; the Uzumoreru needed their assassins deadly in any situation. Tama had managed to make his poison immunity even stronger when the sonovabitch cloned him. Uzu, himself, could probably drink all of Sunagakure under the table and still brawl without missing a beat meaning most alcohol did nothing. If the assassin king wanted to get drunk, like drunk-drunk, he had to imbibe a distilled scorpion venom that was deadly to literally any other person mixed in with a whiskey and aged for at least six years. He had a batch that was just about ready.

He didn’t just poison Ryota for the sake of being an ass, though that was his MO. He needed to further test the child. They had fallen for his lies, meaning he needed to follow up a lecture on learning facial que’s and how to smell danger. A proper shinobi, at least by Uzu’s insane standards, would have been able to sense the fear coming from the other ANBU and knew that their edge was being caused by an outside factor. After all, why on earth would they have been so afraid of a teenager? Even one from the Toraono clan.

The first feeling Ryota would note was his tongue getting numb, following shortly after, his face. His limbs would get a little heavy. Noodly, even. His mind would become incredibly sluggish and have a hard time forming thoughts. Standing up from the table Toushin reached out to have a black mask with golden claw marks scratched across the face handed to him before putting it on and fading into the shadows.

There are six other soldiers in this room with me,” his voice rang out from all around Ryota, “Find me.

He had heard through the grapevine that Ryota had a little something special inside of him. A creature that the boy drew strength from to augment his own abilities. If that was true the poison would be little more than a hinderance, and finding Toushin - with a mask so different than the standard white ones - would be a simple task.

A normal masked ANBU member slipped out of the shadows and kicked out Ryota’s feet before darting back into them. Others would continue to pile on, hit and run tactics, trying to rile the teen.

Uzu wanted to see how much control Ryota had. He wasn’t lying when he said the kid could potentially out do his adoptive older brother, but to train up to that level the assassin king needed to see where he currently stood. It would give him an estimate on how long/how much training Ryota was going to need…
 
The bold boy downed the drink in one go, only to hear the old man's voice say, "That’s fine, you’re not actually drinking sake. It’s poison.” Ryota's eyes widened slightly as he looked at Uzu, whose wrinkled face wore a cruel expression. Annoyed, Ryota clicked his tongue, but he could already feel a strange numbness starting to take hold. It began as a tingling sensation on his tongue and slowly spread inward. He wanted to scream, but he stayed quiet. His gaze turned icy, and his attitude shifted to a more serious tone, yet all he did was scold himself for letting his guard down, just because he had met this man a few times.

His limbs felt… off. They were heavy and unresponsive as if he were trying to move through quicksand. The word "noodly" popped into his mind, and he found it oddly amusing amidst the fog clouding his thoughts. He struggled to concentrate, trying to understand his dire situation. Poisoned. Being hunted. By his own master, after he had agreed to work for him... “There are six other soldiers in this room with me,” Uzu's voice echoed around Ryota, “Find me.”

Suddenly, a masked ANBU member emerged from the shadows and swept Ryota's feet out from under him. He crashed onto the hard ground, the air knocked out of him. Before he could even feel the pain, the ANBU disappeared back into the darkness, leaving Ryota gasping and disoriented. More figures appeared, flickering at the edges of his vision. It was a hit-and-run tactic. A kick to his ribs, a punch to his jaw, and a sharp sting as a kunai grazed his arm. They were using him for target practice, pushing his limits, trying to provoke him. This pain felt like nothing compared to what he had experienced before.

His vision blurred, and his arms felt heavy as if they were made of lead. He struggled to keep track of the movements of his unseen attackers. Each strike hit him with increased intensity, sending waves of pain through his already numb body. He attempted to fight back, swinging his arms wildly, but his sluggish movements were easily dodged. He realized he was losing. The poison coursing through him, combined with the relentless assault, was too much to handle. His thoughts became increasingly disjointed, slipping away like grains of sand.

He shut his eyes, forcing himself to breathe and regain his focus. A voice within him began to whisper to Ryota, not as a threat but as a challenge. "You are capable of more than you think, Ryota. Release what you keep hidden, and you will discover your true power."

What he kept hidden… For years, it had been buried deep. The technique he had avoided using, warned against by his spirit unless necessary. He concentrated on his chakra, not the sluggish, poisoned flow, but the raw, wild energy that lay dormant within him. He had held it back, afraid of its potential and the price it might demand. But now, he had nothing to lose. A frightened yet fearless version of himself emerged something he had never experienced before.

He tapped into that energy, channeling it and letting it surge forth. An Elemental Shockwave radiated outward, causing the air around him to shimmer. The temperature dropped slightly, and touching anything would result in a static shock. In the brief moments he lay there, taking hit after hit, he activated his Byakugan and his Jinchuriki, revealing them only at the last possible moment. If this was how Uzu intended to betray him, then he would respond in kind, standing tall in the full transformation of his elemental manifestation.

The shadows wavered. His attackers, caught off guard by the unexpected change, halted their strikes. Ryota opened his eyes, which shone with an eerie, golden light, his pupils resembling those of a cat. Although his muscles still felt numb, they also felt…different. Energized.

He moved not with the clumsy, unsteady gait of someone poisoned, but with a speed and accuracy he had never experienced before. The closest ANBU member, cloaked in mystery, barely had time to react before Ryota was upon him. In a swift motion, he dashed toward the ANBU who had first knocked him down, landing a hit before quickly retreating to avoid a counterattack. The ANBU let out a muffled cry of pain through his mask. Before he could strike back, Ryota lunged forward again, slamming his shoulder into the ANBU's chest and sending him crashing into a wall with a sickening thud.

Ryota didn’t allow them a moment to regroup. He moved like a storm, a blur of fierce energy. Though still weakened and poisoned, the power surging through him gave him an advantage, a ferocity he had never realized he had. To make matters more intense, he was in sage mode... Monkey. He had played all his cards. He wasn’t winning yet, but he was holding his ground. He was fighting back. The tide was shifting, even if just a little, in his favor.

His next target was revealed by the earlier elemental shockwave, and he landed multiple hits on the chakra points. With the Eight Trigrams 16 Palm Strike, Ryota was playing ruthlessly... There was a high chance of causing serious injury and immobilizing his opponent. He knew he had at least sprained something in this man. Yet, the numbness still threatened to overwhelm him. His mind struggled to form clear thoughts. But with every strike, every block, and every surge of energy, he felt a flicker of hope ignite within the frozen void of his being. He could find his master.

He would find Uzu. And he would make him pay. The game was far from over. It had only just begun.

Abilities:
0 Shinobi 101 - puppet using Unarmed accuracy.
00 Militia - Main Branch
I Contract Mastery
II Fearless
III Weapon Mastery
VI Sage Mode
V Duelist
VI Human Anatomy
VII Jutsu Expansion
KIN
KIN
KIN
*Card: Initiative

Hyuuga Discipline of the Bold Step
Jinchuuriki - Electric - Cursed

Contracts:
Monkey
Tsukuyomi
 

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