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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I should warn you, Katsuo.

The words of Tatsumasa's spirit replayed in the back of Katsuo's mind as he followed the strange sense of summoning that he felt emanate from the Diamond Throne. He still had a hard time believing that the artifact could have survived the blasts which took down the Kazekage Tower or that he would be able to reach it even but the presence inside Tatsumasa refused to let him take the sword with him until he'd complied with her demand to seek it out. He'd been lucky so far that he'd been accosted only a handful of times and only by street-level thugs which were of no threat to him. He could beat such unskilled opponents with his arms tied behind his back if he needed to. The Throne itself seemed to have been thrown from the ruins of the tower by the explosions, flung far into the area which the Sunans called Sietch Zensunna but even that was not enough to cut the strange connection he felt with it.

This power that I speak of will test you. This power is your birthright as a descendant of the One King but make no mistake that it will not be claimed easily or without sacrifice. The price you pay for it may be steep.

What sort of devil's bargain had he agreed to by following the spirit's direction back here? The spirit was unclear as to what sort of "price" Katsuo might pay for unlocking the potential of his bloodline but from her insistence on the issue he took it to mean that the process of claiming that power could kill him. At this point, such danger no longer mattered to him. Katsuo had made a life out of running from his responsibility to his bloodline and the responsibility passed down to him by his father and this is where it had led the people that he was supposed to protect. He fought for the greater good out in the winds but even while he'd done that corruption and evil had found its way into the heart of Sunagakure which was long remembered by the people as a bastion of power for humanity in the Wind Country. Sunagakure's fall into destruction would be a great victory for the forces of evil and entropy in Wind Country.

Finally after hours of moving from shadow to shadow and traversing rooftops to avoid needless fights, Katsuo came to stand in front of a large building constructed from solid stone and wooden beams. A church of the One King, it seemed. It was time to put aside the man that he wanted to be and embrace his destiny and there could be no more fitting a place to do so than under the metaphorical gaze of his ancestor. Stepping forward, Katsuo put his hand upon the right most of the two large wooden double-doors that stood in front of him and pushed in an attempt to open it but rather than creaking out of the way as he expected it would the door simply fell from it's hinges and slammed to the ground with a cacophonous "whump!" that echoed off of the stone bricks that the building was constructed of. For a moment, Katsuo stood in the threshold of the building with his eyes shining with blue energy as he took in every detail around him. After a minute or two of observation and he was confident that nobody would be jumping out of the shadows at him, Katsuo set foot for the first time within the hall.

Despite it's size the church itself was relatively smallish. Many such buildings were made up of various side rooms and tunnels but this church-- really chapel was the more correct word for what it was --was simply the main worship hall and perhaps a small office off to the far back of the building. Pews were scattered all about the place, shattered and damaged from falling debris that had blown through the ceiling from the exploded Kazekage Tower. At the back of the chapel at the feet of a large statue of a figure clad entirely in plate armor with a massive blade was the Diamond Throne, unceremoniously cratered into the ground and off-kilter.

"Alright, I'm here. What now?" He asked of the spirit. It would however seem to any on-lookers that he was talking to himself as he folded his arms across his chest and continued to scan the area. Just because there were no immediate threats did not mean that there weren't any simply waiting for the right time to strike.
 
Chiyoko had left the hospital some time after Katsuo, he had a good lead but Chiyoko had experience. Tracking a human was far less difficult than tracking a demon. Well, tracking a human could be difficult, and Katuso wasn't the easiest to find. Time and time again she had lost him only to find him once again. The Masashi had cast an invisibility genjutsu upon herself to move forward unseen by the untrained eyes. Every once in a while she would come across one who would look her way and blink. For those who knew what they were looking at, Chiyoko responded in kind with a shadow dance, and a swift hit to the back of the head. That of course wasn't the only thing slowing her down. From time to time Chiyoko would have to make a stop and deal with a less than savoury type of individual who was bullying someone who was very much less than her or her size.

The Masashi hated bullies. Sousuke was bullied quite a bit in school. While most of them were dealt from by the teaching administration she was certain that her son was still bullied when school was very much over or when he wasn't on school property. Her son endured though, and in the years to come it would seem that from time to time he would re-engage with these bullies but as a grown man and in a field of law. In each case her son had dealt with them properly, and didn't dwell upon past scenarios. That was something she was proud of.

Chiyoko's side affairs were slowly adding up as she was losing more and more of Katsuo's tracking, and it was more and more becoming muddied up. Damn.<i></i> She thought to herself as she took a moment to catch her breath. I've lost him.<i></i> Chiyoko had to take a moment to collect herself from the rooftop. Chiyoko's form was cloaked in a dark violet colour. Her armour underneath was made of a hardened leather. Her face hidden by her hood. Her eyes shifted from left to right as she had to try and pick up Katuso once more. Her eyes narrowed as she spied on an old church. Usually these old places were under siege quicker than other places. The Masashi made her way across the roof and crept about. She made a point of crawling across so as to shift her weight evenly. This is where Sousuke was christened. Miracle that this place still stands.<i></i>
 
Draw Tatsumasa.

The instruction was clear and concise and as Katsuo's hand went to his belt to draw the blade there was no hesitation in his movement. He had wrestled with this moment for the better part of over a decade and it was time for him to step up to the plate as his father's son for the first time in his life. He didn't know what sort of challenge or test the Throne would present him with but it was time for him to find out. For better or worse, this would be his first real challenge as a man who bore the name Sunahoshi. Tatsumasa's blade flashed with reflected flames as the blade zipped out of it's scabbard and he held it before him. It truly was a remarkable sword. Longer than the average katana was but no heavier than a wooden branch would have been, the craftsmanship was simply exquisite. Or perhaps it was the enchantment laid into it? Impossible to say. The Takahashi smiths at the dawn of Sunagakure were truly amazing men to have produced such a work.

It is amazing, I agree. But what you hold in your hand is not the 'Sword of the King' even though it has come to be known as that.

The spirit's voice resonated through the blade that Katsuo held in front of him and in response he furrowed his brow. What was she talking about? This was Tatsumasa. There was no mistake about that. Sure it wasn't exactly as the legends had described it but he doubted that the One King had really been a nine-foot tall giant who wore golden armor from head to toe and could summon golden fire and lightning at his whim. Though the spirit did not speak any further, he suddenly got the impression that his doubt in the legend of the One King was as misplaced as it possibly could be.

Tatsumasa was forged for the first Kazekage but only at Nori's request. It is a blade that serves as a conduit. A link between it's wielder and me.

"And just what are you?" Suspicion bubbled through the cracks in Katsuo's resolve to see this to the end. He'd heard speeches akin to this in the past from demons and devils seeking new playthings. Though their offer seemed as if they were only offering power and glory what they were truly offering was slavery and torment. Demonic power came at a price and that price was always the mortal soul which hung in the balance. How many men over the years had lost their souls to devils disguised as pretty young women offering power?

A guide. When your One King died, he passed on a fragment of his power to his greatest son who would become the first Kazekage. After he was given the strength to manipulate the desert, Nori feared the sudden amount of power he'd amassed. And rightfully so. He knew that if all the power he possessed were to be handed down directly through his bloodline his descendants would inevitably begin to misuse it. The struggles that the men in his time faced against the Ancients would in time be forgotten and all that remained would be power for the sake of it. What difference then would there be between Sunahoshi and the Ancients? But he also knew that he could not throw away such a gift. The Ancients were capricious beings even more so in those days and it was possible that his children might lose the power that he'd been given. So rather than cast off the mantle of Primus' power, he hid it away in an artifact which no one would ever challenge as being important to the royal family. A cache of great power hidden in plain sight. Tatsumasa is the key to that cache.

"And the cache is the Diamond Throne."

He could feel the spirit's approval through the blade. The spirit's story added up with what Katsuo knew of Suna's history but the whole thing still concerned him. Still, he had to have faith that Sousuke would not have put his life in danger. If Sousuke suspected that Tatsumasa were an artifact of malign origin he would have never given the blade to him in the first place.

Take Tatsumasa and strike the Diamond Throne with it. You will see that everything I've told you is true. But remember what I said, Sunahoshi Katsuo. This will be unlike any battle you have fought before in the past.

A battle? Fine. He decided. That was something he could get behind. All of his life Katsuo had trained to fight. In his heart he was more martial artist than anything else. Even here in this shinobi world, that was all he was. It seemed as if the time to stand by the resolution he'd made to face his responsibility was reaching it's first full test. Taking a deep breath, Katsuo set his gaze on the Throne and quickly moved to where it lay embedded into the floor. Each step was determined and with purpose, the sound of his footfalls echoing off of the chapel's ceiling as he walked. Arriving in front of the Diamond Throne, Katsuo wasted no time in raising the blade above his head with his right hand and then bringing it down in a quick arc into the back of the Throne as it faced away from him. Expecting resistance, Katsuo was surprised to find just how easily Tatsumasa's elegant blade bit into the super-dense material that the Diamond Throne was made of. Reaching about half-way into the back of the artifact-chair, Tatsumasa's blade slowed to a halt and wedged itself into the large wound Katsuo had created in it... and at first nothing happened but after a few moments there was an explosive peel of thunder and with a crackling blast, Katsuo was catapulted back away from the throne with golden sparks running through his limbs and clearly unconscious as he slid across the floor and skidded to a halt several feet away from the throne and the embedded Tatsumasa.
 
Chiyoko listened to the sounds coming from within the church. It seemed that the place wasn't empty. What then followed didn't sound right, a surgical crackle of sorts. Energy? Perhaps... but why would ... it didn't add up in the mind of the Masashi. Why would a holy place ... Chiyoko tensed up as she heard the sound of thunder. Her hand reached her duel daggers, but then she reminded herself that she was on holy ground. Drawing weapons and entering holy ground was never a good idea. Was it superstition? Practice? It was really both. Chiyoko, like her son and husband, kept in touch with the faith in contrast to her mother who really believed in nothing spiritual.

Chiyoko made her way down the side of the building. She applied chakra to the structure so as to crawl down the wall slowly and stealthily. Whatever caused that thundering sound from within was certainly going to cause trouble, or so she thought. Chiyoko made her way down, and found her way in through a window. Thankfully the lock wasn't on, and thus saved her from having to break her way in, considering going through the front door wasn't in her best interest given the loud sounds coming from inside.

Once inside, the Masashi crawled about keeping to the shadowy corners of the ceiling. She surveyed about the church. A brawl of sorts occured here. Her eyes narrowed. The diamond throne had been struck by something. A sword was stuck in the throne. How? Impossible? Her eyes fixated on the blade. It was not a weapon she was familiar with. What sort of weapon could indent itself upon the throne? It was a sword, she observed, but it looked quite ordinary to her. Yet here it was ... cutting the diamond throne? This weapon wasn't normal. Her eyes narrowed and focused upon it more so. It took a moment to recognize the weapon. This was the weapon that Katuso, her kinsmen, had on his person. The weapon that seemed to be causing him grief. If the weapon was here ... then Chiyoko's eyes shifted and looked forward to the throne. When her eyes set sight on Katuso and his unconscious form, concern quickly came over her. Damn. Chiyoko shadow danced from the dark recesses of the room to a few feet from his location. "Katuso!" She would call as she would go to him to attend to him like before. "Geeze. You're a glutton for punishment you are." She would say as she would give him a look over. At the very least he wasn't as injured during their initial meeting. She was about to reach out to him until a set of golden sparks had discharged. Okay. Maybe this was worse than before. She looked about trying to see if there was some sort of foul play about. He struck the throne with a sword. A special sword. So here he was on the floor with golden sparks discharging from his body.

The Masashi suspected a darker power at work. She in response had worked some hand seals and began working at a ward. If there were any foul powers here she could repel them, and at least offer some protection. If a darker power did reveal itself, then Chiyoko would need to draw it out of this place and seal it away properly. Granted she couldn't take it into the desert, but certainly she had a mind of what to do for a temporary placing of said nefarious entities.
 
Katsuo was breathing and didn't seem to be outwardly hurt at all even though he didn't move. Rather, the more pertinent event was happening at the far end of the chapel where Tatsumasa and the Diamond Throne were. Slowly the throne began to dissolve into absurdly small grains of diamond grit and swirl into the air. It was a slow process at first with small hunks of the Throne falling off and dissolving into the fine diamond sand but then all at once the Throne fell into itself with a cacophony of golden sparks and bolts of energy flying around the swirling mass of diamond sand as it then rapidly coalesced into a large humanoid figure. Over twelve feet high at the very least, the humanoid creature that emerged from the remnants of the artifact had no defined head and had short legs but long, thick arms. Upon it's shoulders where it's neck and head should have been was a singular lump which seemed to move around in the same fashion that one might do as they looked around a room with their head.

"Where is the petitioner?"

It's voice was, in a singular word, massive. It spoke loud and clearly with no discernible accent of any sort as it demanded to know where it's "petitioner" was. Once more it's "head" swiveled around before finally stopping and "looking" at Chiyoko and Katsuo, it's mass shifting in a way that could remind Chiyoko of how a confused person might turn their head to the side.

"You there. Woman. Is that man dead? The spirit of Tatsumasa is impatiently demanding to know."

Ambient spheres of collected diamond sand swirled in orbit around the huge body of the creature and if it deigned to take notice of the small pieces of it's body that fell away from it, swirled around it as if caught in a breeze of some kind and then rejoined it's body, it did not show it. But then, such a creature had nothing in the way of true features so it was impossible to tell either way. Just above it's right shoulder stood the embedded Tatsumasa, sticking out of where it's right shoulder-blade would have been were it a man.

After what was likely a tense moment or two, a soft groan escaped Katsuo's lips as the man came back to consciousness after having been blasted into it by the discharge of animating golden lightning that had brought the behemoth of animated diamond sand to consciousness. Holding his head, Katsuo sat up and looked at Chiyoko and laughed.

"Don't take this the wrong way Chiyoko, but we've gotta stop running into each other like this. I don't know how much more my health can take it." Suddenly taking notice of the huge animated pile of sand across the room, Katsuo's expression dissolved into seriousness. "When did that get here and how angry is it on a scale of 1 to 10?"
 
Chiyoko froze for a moment as the scene unfolded. The diamond throne dissolved. Such things should not be! It was impossible. Diamond sands were for all known purposes indestructible. More alarming was the transformation of the sands into a being. It spoke and spoke loudly. It demanded answers of her. Chiyoko slowly approached Katuso and drew a dagger, with her free hand she was preparing to shield Katuso from any harm that this ... this ... thing had. Petitioner? Who? She didn't know who or what he was talking about, and she certainly was in no place to answer. "I am a Masashi. I am more than just woman."<i></i> She finally spoke. "And no he is not dead."<i></i> She spoke once more asserting herself. "You will not have his head." She spoke matter-of-factly.

Soon enough Katuso had come to, and very much like before he was speaking in jokes. "Do you walk into blenders on occasion or do you just ... have a knack for making friends? You're nearly as bad as my son is with these things." She spoke slightly amused. She couldn't help it, but she too was cracking a grin very much like Katuso would be. His next question caused her to stop and think. Was this thing angry? Well. It ward hard to discern given its voice. "How angry is it? Well it demanded to know where the petitioner was, and if you were dead." Chiyoko's eyes shifted over to the creature in question. "Well. It's been here for about ... thirty seconds... and it formed from the diamond throne... which was always thought to be indestructible." She turned her head back to the creature, and then back to Katuso. "So. Did you make a petition or something? Did you send the sand monsters association a letter or something to call him here?" She asked him, then she lowered her dagger for the moment, and looked at the ... thing before her. "It said that Tatsumasa was impatient and it was demanding to know if you drew breath. Wasn't your ... wait ..." Chiyoko became very quiet as the shock overtook her.

Just what was going on here, and who exactly was Katuso? He was a Masashi, but ... the weapon he had was just named Tatsumasa, wasn't it?
 
"Stand and face me, petitioner. You will introduce yourself and claim your lineage before we begin."

Katsuo winced as the golem rumbled it's demand. His body still ached from the blast of energy but the pain was quickly fading from his extremities. Looking to Chiyoko, he offered a non-committal shrug to her trailing off question and her confusion.

"You... should probably leave this to me. I might need you to carry me out of here so do me a favor and stay handy, would you?" He didn't wait for her answer. Regardless if she stayed or not, he needed to face the creature and do what he'd come here to do. Quickly getting to his feet while ignoring the aches of his legs and arms, Katsuo rolled his shoulders and advanced a few paces towards the giant golem and came to stand in front of it.

"I am Masashi Katsuo, son of Sunahoshi Hiro and Masashi Inara. Bearer of Tatsumasa and heir to the throne of... well, heir to you I guess."


"Masashi? This is who you've Chosen? He will claim his father but not his name. What right does he have to a legacy which he denies?"

The golem "looked" away from Katsuo and stomped it's foot on the ground in protest. At first Katsuo thought it was speaking to him in it's gravel-like tone but it quickly became apparent that he was speaking to the spirit of Tatsumasa rather than the little human in front of him.

Is that what that feels like? Awkward.


"Do not speak to me as you would a child, spirit! We are equals in this! If he does not meet my standards then he does not inherit the power!"

Katsuo said nothing as the golem verbally argued with the spirit of Tatsumasa which Katsuo assumed he could not hear due to the sword being clearly connected with the Diamond Throne at the moment. It was strange being without the spirit's presence in the back of his mind and it was in that moment he realized how dependent he'd become on her. She was his sounding board for his ideas and impulses. When he'd originally wanted to storm the streets of Sunagakure and take out some bad guys, it had been her counsel that persuaded him to avoid the conflict so as to not risk getting in over his head. Looking back after having faced Saiga, Katsuo could say that was definitely the right decision. She'd very likely saved his life in that advice. He hadn't originally counted on doing this without her but was still confident enough that he could do it alone. After all, he hadn't gotten this far for nothing. He'd never needed a partner before and didn't need one now to deal with this challenge.

"Very well then! The deal is struck." Rumbled the mass of mineral sand. Katsuo wasn't quite sure how the Sunahoshi golem was even communicating but it was certainly announcing it's words rather than projecting the way the spirit of Tatsumasa was. With the blade of Tatsumasa still embedded in the back of the golem, Katsuo was without his blade and he could venture a pretty good guess at what was coming. The spirit had told him that to obtain the power that was his birthright that he would be tested. This must have been a part of the test; a contest of strength between an animated mass of diamond sand. If he possessed the power of Suna's ancient mantle then he would be capable of simply dismantling the creature with his willpower but since he did not the matter was... significantly more complicated. The mass must have received confirmation from Tatsumasa's spirit because mere moments after it asked it's question to the air around it, it "turned" towards Katsuo and seemed to scoff despite it's lack of facial features. "She seems impressed with you but I am not so easily won over. You disgrace your family by pretending to be of another name and for that alone I should take your life but the spirit of Tatsumasa has convinced me to give you a chance to prove yourself against my judgement. If you are truly a Sunahoshi then you must assert your right to rule by defeating me."

"Alright big guy. Let's dance." Tossing his coat from his shoulders and then flickering with movement, Katsuo closed the distance between himself and golem and landed a series of powerful blows to the knees of the creature hoping to knock out it's center of balance and bring it to the ground. All twelve feet of it's horrendous size would mean nothing if it couldn't walk.

Sliding a halt behind the golem, Katsuo's hands screamed in pain from having been slammed into a willful mass of ultra-dense carbon and the diamond golem seemed largely unaffected by Katsuo's blows despite the fact that the strength behind them would have been enough to kill the average human being with relative ease.

"You opt for brute strength over the Sunahoshi gift? Your arrogance will be your undoing, child. You cannot defeat me with out it." The golem scoffed again as it slowly turned. Katsuo got the distinct impression from how the mass shifted with the golem's moves that the slow speed with which it turned to regard him wasn't for the fact that it couldn't move quickly. It didn't feel it necessary to do so.

"For your information, I ain't got that gift. What you see is what you get." Katsuo's mind worked quickly trying to find an effective strategy as the golem wasted it's time talking. Being a shifting mass meant that any power he put behind his blows would only result in further injury to himself. The golem could increase and decrease it's mass where it needed to as it responded to his attacks. He was beginning to see why Tatsumasa's spirit had been so insistent about warning him about this test. Without the Sunahoshi's famous diamond sands technique, this fight would be beyond just about anyone else.


"Then undertaking this test was unwise. I will give you the chance to reconsider your mistake, Son of Hiro. Relinquish your claim on Tatsumasa and the throne and I will allow you to leave this place. No more games, fleshling. Relent or die."

He was right in every regard. Without the diamond sands, this match-up was a waste of time. There was no way that he could beat an elemental manifestation with this sort of composition alone and calling for back-up was worthless. Even if he knew who to call in Sunagakure and even if they could respond to his call given the tulmult going on in the city this was his test to undertake and they could not help him. Further, his lack of skill with elemental techniques made such a contest between him and the golem even more of a mismatch since he could not even rely on the power of elemental attacks in place of his physical ones.

"No can do. This is something that I have to see through to the end, even if it kills me."

The giant mass of diamond sand shuddered as if inhaling and then letting lose a long sigh before once again "looking" at Katsuo.


"It is rare to see a man face his demise with such conviction. Sunagakure will be lessened by your death despite your arrogance and impertinence."

Have to get Tatsumasa back. The blade is Takahashi steel and with some of my chakra it might be able to slice through the golem's body.

Between them there was a simple moment of peace as the golem acknowledged Katsuo's worthiness to lead and expressed it's regret at having to take his life as a part of the test but as that moment passed the animated creature's composite body sprang to life and launched a multi-pronged assault at Katsuo from several directions. Grasping three-fingered hands reached for him from both sides and from above at ludicrous speed for how large the creature was. Knowing that his life would be over the instant any of those hands managed to catch him, Katsuo also exploded into motion dodging over the hand on his left as he climbed on top of it and ran along the surface of the sand golem's appendage towards the place where Tatsumasa was stabbed into it's right shoulder. While Katsuo could not harm the golem physically, it could not check the speed at which he moved which gave him one advantage he could still leverage. With the power of the Zenjingan and his own physical prowess, the Masashi demon hunter could stay one step ahead of the golem's movements for the most part to avoid being caught and summarily crushed under an avalanche of diamond sand.

Reaching where Tatsumasa stood impaled into the creature, Katsuo wrapped his fingers around the blade and once more felt the surging power of the energy that had zapped him across the room into temporary unconsciousness when he'd first slashed the sword into the Diamond Throne and started this whole thing off. This time he was ready for it and as the golden bolts of power lanced into his forearm causing his hand and most of his right arm to blossom into searing pain. Gritting his teeth and pushing through the painful experience, Katsuo pulled and wrenched at the blade but found he could not free it from where it was embedded into the golem and it seemed that his strategy to recover Tatsumasa had suddenly become apparent to the monster he was fighting as the sand around him roiled and prepare to launch an attack on him. Releasing his grasp on Tatsumasa's hilt as a fanged maw of sand in the shape of a sandshark, complete with pearlescent teeth, lunged up out of the golem's shoulder Katsuo flipped backwards off of the creature's back and slid to a halt a few feet away with his arm still screaming at him in pain.


"Ah, the sword. A sound strategy. You will not be able to take it from me. Tatsumasa and it's spirit's purpose is expended in unleashing me for this test. When I am dispatched, so too will they be for we exist solely for this purpose. The spirit of Tatsumasa wishes me to express her regret for not making that clear before the test began.

The golem eviscerated Katsuo's strategy as it reiterated what Tatsumasa's spirit had told him right before he'd triggered the test to begin. Tatsumasa was a key to the lock, the lock was the throne and the spirit was the instruction manual and selection mechanism for the heir to the power that Nori had sealed within it. All three worked together to create a treasure trove which would last through the years ensuring that the power sealed within the throne would never be stolen or misused. To even be aware of it one would need to be Chosen by the spirit of Tatsumasa meaning they would need to be of Sunahoshi blood to be able to draw the sword and then also be worthy enough to hear the spirit's words. With the tests of character and birthright taken care of the petitioning Sunahoshi would need to be able to conquer a test of might to claim the power sealed within the throne. Even in the moment of battle, Katsuo had to appreciate the wisdom and foresight of the first Kazekage. In the same breath however he also felt a surge of anger go through him as well. Why hadn't the spirit warned him that she wouldn't be coming back? Didn't he deserve to know that? If he had known about it, he'd never have taken the test in the first place. But of course, she'd known that. She'd made it clear that she would make him face his responsibility as king no matter the cost and this was the spirit living up to that vow. It didn't make him less angry but he understood her deception. For now he'd have to focus on finding a way to beat the golem without killing the spirit. Was that even possible?

The power discharge running through Tatsumasa must be the thing animating the golem. If I defeat the golem it destroys both the spirit and the golem in the process of releasing the power sealed within the Throne. If I don't defeat it, it kills me. If I try and pull Tatsumasa out it either kills me or ends the test without giving me the power I need.


"You hesitate. This is not the time for thought, Son of Hiro. If you do not act then you will die."

The golem kindly reminded Katsuo of the battle going on around him as if he'd somehow forgotten that he was locked in a life or death struggle with an animated ton of super sand. Scowling at the golem's remark, Katsuo continued to watch for any movement on the creature's part and since it did not make a move to attack, he attempted to make the best of that reprieve to strategize against it.

"I'm hesitating because I don't want to kill Tatsumasa."


"Kill? Fleshling, we are not alive. We have no life to take. The spirit to which you refer is a construct that was created to guide you to this moment and nothing more. Your compassion is misplaced even if it is admirable."

"Says the giant pile of sand with an attitude. Tatsumasa has helped me out plenty of times since we met and I don't intend to pay that back by letting her die so I can gain something as trivial as more power."


"I am beginning to regret having to kill you, Sunahoshi Katsuo. With your conviction and compassion, perhaps you could have made for a passable king after all."

The way the golem spoke it's words put Katsuo on edge for attack as it made it sound as if the creature was preparing for another assault but still it did not move. It was then that Katsuo realized that the golem had been slowly shifting it's nebulous body to the floor of the chapel and had subtly surrounded him from almost every angle while they had been bantering. The golem had been extremely forthright with it's first statement: when it said that if he did not act then he would die it was warning him that it's next strategy would end his life if he did not do something to prevent it. Perhaps it was because the golem's strategy was finally in place or because it realized he'd finally noticed what was going on but the thin layer of diamond dust around him sprang to life and it was all that Katsuo could do to erect a barrier around him before it surrounded him and crushed the life from his body. Putting his left palm on top of his right hand and holding them out in front of him, Katsuo poured his chakra into the tribal tattoo of the mitsudomoe emblazoned on his right hand causing azure flames to erupt around him in a swirling shield of terrible destruction backed up by a layer of his chakra. It was in that moment that an idea came to Katsuo on how to proceed with the fight. It wasn't a good idea but it was better than anything he'd thought of so far. If he kept fighting the way he was then the golem would eventually get the better of him and get him in one of the holds it was looking to put him in and once it got him there would be no escaping. It would be game over. The diamond dust held at bay by the maelstrom of flames which burned around him in a bubble-like shield, Katsuo breathed in sharply and continued to pump his chakra into his right hand charging it full of his spiritual power and energy.

This was a technique that he'd spent years perfecting and was based off of a favorite of other members of his clan. He had never been proficient enough with elemental ninjutsu to perform the Lightning Edge technique as other Masashi and shinobi were able to do but his prowess with physical techniques and mastery over his own spirit was unparalleled. Thanks to the combination of those two things, he'd created a martial technique which focused a mass of hyper-dense chakra into his fist that magnified the strength of his punch by a thousand-fold. Perhaps even more. He'd never dared to use the technique on a living creature; it would almost certainly kill anything with a life to take. But in this instance, it was the only option he had left.

"Get your things together, Tatsumasa. I'm coming to get you."


"Reckless. Foolish--"

Before the golem could finish whatever it was about to say, Katsuo came racing out of the cloud of diamond dust and flames at supersonic speed using every bit of knowledge and skill he'd learned with his Shukuchi technique over the years to close the distance between himself and the golem. Once more proving his theory that the golem had trouble reconciling Katsuo's ridiculously rapid movement with it's own counter-attacks, the golem began to recall the diamond mist that it'd tried to kill him with only moments before but it was too late for it to mount any sort of defense against Katsuo's attack even if the wanderer's target had been the golem itself. Instead, Katsuo reappeared once more standing on the shoulder where Tatsumasa was embedded... but he was not reaching to grasp it this time. Bolts of raw power flashed both gold and white as Katsuo slammed his spirit-charged fist into the hilt of Tatsumasa and the connection between the sword and the golem resisted the attack as much as it possibly could before finally giving through. Tatsumasa was a marvel of swordsmithing and had been powerfully enchanted but such a precise hit at this particular moment with so much power proved too much for it's craftsmanship and as the surface of Katsuo's knuckles so much as touched the leather-wrapping of Tatsumasa's hilt there was another earth-shattering peal of thunder and the blade instantly shattered under the force sending both the hilt with half of the blade attached to it and Katsuo tumbling in the same direction past where the golem was standing and into the far wall behind it. Dazed by the force of the shattering, Katsuo had only enough time following his recovery to claim the broken half of Tatsumasa that he'd blasted off from the golem before a tidal wave of diamond sand slammed into him and pinned him against the statue of Primus that stood at the far back side of the chapel. The pressure of the grip was nothing short of amazing as Katsuo could not move at all under the weight of the sands. Slowly the sands coelesced around him and the golem began to reel him in like an animal caught in a hunter's snare while Katsuo's mind raced trying to think of some way-- any way --to escape the suffocating weight of the golem's grip.


"You have succeeded in ensuring my destruction by shattering Tatsumasa as I will never again wake but you have failed the test in the manner that you will not survive my passing to claim my bounty."

Struggling against the weight of the diamond sands meant nothing. Even with his higher than average physical strength, Katsuo could not break the giant's ironclad grip and as it explained his failure to him he could feel the golem beginning to increase the pressure of the sands surrounding his body. He would be crushed into a pulp in moments if he did not find a way to escape the situation he was in. Feeling his vision swim as breathing became increasingly difficult at an extremely rapid pace, Katsuo let loose one last blast of his burning chakra in a whirlwind of sapphire flames but even that failed to phase the golem's central mass. It had been enough when the creature was only sending waves of shredding dust at him but the flames did nothing to force the golem to release him. Pain shot through his body as he felt several of his ribs crack under the strain of the crushing sands but still he struggled against them with every drop of his remaining strength. Gripping the hilt of Tatsumasa beneath where the sands were grasping him to focus his efforts, Katsuo felt a presence stir within the sword and suddenly felt the spirit of Tatsumasa with him again but it was different. It felt similar to how the blade had when it was trapped within the casket of crystal that Seitoshi had been keeping it in. Still, even without her direct presence there in his hand he could feel a rush of power escape the blade and flow into Katsuo's arm causing a brilliant flare of golden light. Bolts of gilded lightning danced out from the blade and through his arm though this time they only felt warm rather than searing hot as they had before. At last he felt the grip of the giant lessen only slightly as the arcs of energy raced up his arm and into the sand holding him. Throwing his head back, Katsuo put everything he had left behind the energy that he felt surging into him from Tatsumasa's broken half and in that moment his chakra took on a physical form as it surrounded his right arm in the golden image of a massive gauntleted hand. Where the spiritual armor touched the sand that had been previously binding the demon hunter the diamond was blown away from him scattering it across the chapel and most importantly freeing him from the grip of the golem.

Freed at last from the deadly grasp of the creature, Katsuo dropped to the ground in a heap and the huge golden fist that he'd manifested disappated almost as quickly as it had formed. It had done it's work however as the golem stumbled backwards seemingly stunned from having come into contact with the manfiested spirit armor. Sucking in breath after breath and trying to catch his breathing to a normal rate, Katsuo hobbled to his feet and found his eyes drawn to the hilt of Tatsumasa which was still held firmly in his hand. The spirit's presence was there but only just barely. When he'd shattered the physical sword, he must have also broken her ability to commune withim as she had before. The golem had said he'd succeeded only in bringing about their destruction. Did that mean when he'd broken the sword that the spirit would die as well? It made sense, in retrospect. As a spiritual construct, she could not survive the sundering of the artifact she was bound to for long. In the heat of battle he'd forgotten that fact. Crumpling back to his knees as a wet and bloody coughing fit overcame him reminding him of the severe injuries he'd suffered at the literal hands of the diamond golem, Katsuo cursed his foolish mistake. There was one thing he could choose to do but it was a risk that he could easily come to regret. If he soaked the remaining blade of Tatsumasa in his blood he might be able to draw the spirit out and make a connection with his body effectively housing the spirit within him but it would make their connection closer than ever. He would effectively be inviting the spirit into his body at which point she could contest control of it, if she ever felt so inclined. Still. Looking up at the slowly recovering golem, it's formerly decimated form slowly reasserting itself after being blasted apart by the explosion of golden power, Katsuo decided he didn't have a lot of options at this point anyway. Given his injuries and lack of ability to fight back, it was unlikely he would survive the battle for long once the creature finally reconstitued itself fully. Taking a brief moment to prepare himself for what was surely going to be a painful experience, Katsuo took the shattered blade of Tatsumasa and drove it into his shoulder-- into the wound he'd taken from the petrified wood that the golem had now surely reopened. The pain was immense for a moment but then rapidly subsided as he felt a comfortable heat radiate out from where he'd stabbed the blade into his shoulder before his hand moved of it's own accord and withdrew the blade which was now slick with his blood.

Hello again, my king.

"When were you planning on telling me that you were going to die if I beat this thing?" He barked, his voice giving words to the first thought that blazed through his skull as he heard her words echo through it. "Speaking of that, got any ideas?"

I think you will find that with your remarkably reckless decision to stab the charged remnants of Tatsumasa into your shoulder, you already possess your answer. You don't feel it due to your energy and adrenaline but you are very shortly about to collapse. The only thing holding you together right now is me so for both of our sakes, please finish this rapidly.


"I know not how you have pilfered a piece of the power I guard but consider yourself. Injured within an inch of your life and gasping for air. I have nearly crushed the life from you, fleshling. Will you still not relent? My offer to rescind your title, throne and name stands still. Renounce your claim and I will rest once more. You cannot defeat me without the Sunahoshi gift."

"No, I think I can. You're only offering that again because you know I've got a weapon now. This is new ground between us." It was Katsuo's turn for the smirking. He could feel the well of energy within him from the spirit of Tatsumasa being carried within his body. With her carried a spark of the power that he was battling to obtain and even that spark was enough to change the entire game. He could feel his vision sharpen and the golden bolts which ran jaggedly down the arm adjoined to his injured shoulder forced the arm and fingers to respond to his will-power without pain or loss of strength even though he knew that the arm was tired and broken.

"Impertinent to the very end. So be it."

As if to punctuate the golem's statement of finality, the diamond sands which had been spread about the room lifted into the air and and whirled in a circle as they had before but this time much more rapidly as the golem lifted it's arm to the air and clenched it into a fist. Clenching his own fist, Katsuo summoned his chakra and could feel the golden power swelling up through the wound in his shoulder and pooling in his right hand as he did. Bolts of power crackled between the two as the golem prepared to squash Katsuo once and for all and the would-be king of Sunagakure prepared to put everything he had left into his last attack.

"Are you ready for this?" Whispered Katsuo, swallowing hard and sucking in one last breath of fresh air before the culmination of the confrontation between him and the grit golem occurred. At the shoulder of the golem where the remainder of Tatsumasa's blade is there is a cluster of energy. That is the key to defeating it. I can only give you one chance at this.

That brought another smirk to Katsuo's lips as he set his eyes to the golem. Better not miss then, he thought with a mental chuckle. Despite the fact that his opponent had no eyes or face to speak of, Katsuo could feel all of the entity's intensity bearing down on him. The spirit behind the golem was ancient and powerful. Prideful too, from what he'd seen. But at the same time despite the fact that the golem was judgmental and abrasive in personality, it too also held a degree of chivalry and mercy. It'd given him not one but two chances to back down from the battle after finding out that he was not-- in the golem's opinion --properly equipped to deal with the test. When it believed it was mismatched, it had offered it's opponent two separate chances to back out of the confrontation despite having made bold claims at the beginning of their battle about Katsuo's unworthiness.

Then at last the time for the confrontation came and the two clashing energies slammed into each other as the golem brought it's hand forward and scores of miniature streams of diamond sand erupted from all over it's body with razor-sharp spines at their tips intending to pierce Katsuo's body from multiple angles. It was a smart strategy; one that he'd employed against Saiga earlier during their battle. Katsuo was fast but it was unlikely he could dodge an attack from every angle in such a manner and escape completely unscathed. But in this last moment Katsuo did not intend to dodge. Throwing all his weight and willpower behind his right hand as he let loose a near unconscious primal shout, blue and gold flames shimmered around the demon hunter which disrupted and threw away the spears of diamond silt as they closed in on his charging form. The golem reared back a step as Katsuo closed distance between them but it was too late. Massive golden fingers formed around his hand as he blew through the golem's leaping arms in the same manner as he had the spears of sand and reached through it's shoulder to grasp on to the sphere of concentrated spiritual energy and diamond sand. Feeling the fingers of the manifested light-construct wrap around the sphere, Katsuo pulled backwards as he began to fall and as the gauntlet exited the gaping hole in the giant's chest the whipping sands of the golem halted immediately and fell to the ground all around him in an abrupt shower of glittering diamond powder. The hard-light gauntlet disappeared in a similar brandish of amber light and dropped the sphere of crystallized spiritual presence into Katsuo's hand. It was cool to the touch and remarkably light despite it's size being nearly the size of a basketball.

"I am defeated and you have proven yourself worthy. Break the sphere and take the power within, my king." The voice of the golem was diminished without the power of the the test behind it. Humbled in defeat, it seemed.

"I wasn't going to kill Tatsumasa to get that power and I'm not going to kill you either, sand-breath. Even though you were very rude to me."

"The power is within this shell. It is true that I will dissipate once the shell is broken but I am not a living being and this is my duty--"

"Nuh-uh. Nope. I am not going to kill you because it is your duty to die. Big negative. There has to be another way."

Suddenly Katsuo felt the searing pain in his right shoulder re-appear and the strength that the spirit of Tatsumasa had been given him melted away like a curtain hiding a broken window. All of his injuries became apparent to him as he crumpled to the floor with the sphere in his hands.

I am sorry my king but I am out of strength to sustain you. Your injuries are quite severe, I am afraid.

Katsuo didn't respond. He was too busy experiencing a universe of pain from the crushed bones, bleeding organs and smashed blood vessels. The golem's crystal sphere rolled from his grasp as he lacked the ability to hold it any longer and as it did, diamond powder gathered around it in a small swirl moving it back to where Katsuo was laying on the ground. It rotated slightly, as if one side of it were somehow it's "face" despite the sphere being totally round with a polished silver surface, and the sand continued to gather.

"I concede that I erred in my judgment of you at the onset of our meeting but I maintain that your arrogance and naivete will be the end of you some day if you do not grow past them, my king."" The sand gathered around the sphere slowly shaped itself into a similar image as the shark's mouth which had tried to take a bite out of Katsuo earlier in the battle-- this time with it's teeth solidly around the sphere which despite it's perfectly round shape offered no resistance to the diamond spikes which passed as teeth for the maw. "You must learn when to use your heart and when to use your head. Too much of either makes you a fool or a monster. But together, they make you a king. This is your path Sunahoshi Katsuo, Son of Sunahoshi Hiro and Masashi Inara. Make it a journey."

And with that, the teeth snapped shut on the sphere and it shattered into it's own pile of diamond dust. No energy visibly transferred between them but it was clear something changed as the golden power that Katsuo had within him previously shined out from the wound in his shoulder, slowly pushing the broken blade of Tatsumasa up and out of the wound before rapidly closing it. The now spirit-less blade came tumbling down beside Katsuo as changes within him were wrought by the power won from the golem. The power of the king manifested in the magnification of his greatest assets and as such Katsuo's eyes changed unbeknownst to him. The normally green color of his eyes was permanently replaced by the mitsudomoe swirl of the Zenjingan and the blue hue that the doujutsu technique normally was faded out and from beneath it shimmered a brilliant gold color. Laying on his back, his chest rising and falling with rapidly taking breaths, the spark of power that Primus had given to Sunahoshi Nori and subsequently been sealed within the Diamond Throne sealed Katsuo's wounds, restored his strength and magnified his power. For his woe, he'd gained a great new strength and a new ally to boot in the form of the spirit of Tatsumasa now taking residence in his heart.
 
Chiyoko had seen quite a bit of strange things in her life. This was certainly one of the more difficult things to accept. Whether it was the fact that there was a sand monster in front of her (which she could have ruled off as being a demonic entity), or merely the fact that the first kinsmen she had ever met was a descendant of a Sunahoshi, such was ... well complicated. The former rather than the latter truthfully. Mako closed her mouth slowly. Was this why her mother never got along with the main house? Because they hid something that was so earth shattering? Was it because her mother knew that in time this man would come in and take power from Sousuke? Certainly this was what Sousuke had been waiting for, it was something he looked forward to. How many times did he pray for a return before he would go to bed at night? She never heard him pray, but she figured that was what he was waiting for most. Masashi Inara was a legendary swordswoman of great renown. The sheer potential that this young man had in front of her was difficult to fathom.

Chiyoko merely nodded her head at Katsuo's request. "Yes. Certainly my King. Most certainly." Mako paused and stepped back. She would jump up into the rafters. There was certainly a fight to be had here. One worth watching. Inara must have taught her son something, and this was indeed something worth watching. Battle had begun, and quickly battle had joined. Chiyoko sat and watched, sat and watched an artist with a paint brush at work. The disadvantage was evident, but it was worked through and through again. Chiyoko shook when the sword was broken, and for a moment it seemed like the battle would end. For a moment she was ready to throw herself down and shield this man. This one soul who was perhaps the most important individual in Sungakure.

As the battle finished and power of sorts was bestowed upon Katuso, Chiyoko once again dropped down. She landed on her knees and placed her daggers before him. "That was a sight most worth seeing. I have heard the tales of the legendary Inara, but to see her son battle was ... truly something." She paused for a moment. She paused only to look up at him, "In the absence of my son, I can get my husband to bestow your title upon you. I am certain my husband would be most ... relieved and freed from his guilt. His guilt of his inability to find you earlier in your life. My son were he here of course would most willingly give the title of Kazekage to you, and would wish to merely be your Steward." Chiyoko's body trembled. Surely. Surely this had to be a dream right?
 
Katsuo simply lay on the ground for a moment before Chiyoko came down to him, taking in the experience that he'd just endured. Only moments before his body had wracked with the pain of his injuries but now he felt as fit as he had the moment he'd woken up in the morning on that day. No injuries, no suffering. It was a strange sensation to go from having been in so much pain to being perfectly comfortable. Tatsumasa's spirit had told him that the test he'd face would be unlike anything else but in the end it had culminated in just another monster for him to slay. Or had it? The golem wasn't some rampaging demon. It was a jerk, certainly. But it had been a loyal servant of the crown doing the duty that it had been manufactured to do. Could Katsuo have really expected anything less of it? And at the end of the day it was deceased due to that duty. Or rather due to Katsuo. In defeating the construct he'd bound it by it's own code of honor to take it's life in order to pass on the spark of Primus' power that had been given to Nori at the dawn of Sunagakure.

In a way, the spirit of Tatsumasa was right about the battle that Katsuo faced but not in the way he thought she'd meant. He wrestled with the idea of another being laying down it's life for the purpose of propping him up and in that battle he struggled with the very idea of kingship. As he understood it, the people of Sunagakure had been taught that nobody was worthy to sit on the throne of their village but members of his bloodline. But what about his blood made him worthy, if he indeed could even be considered such? The way Chiyoko had looked at him after finding out his lineage. That look. It was the same look that Sousuke had worn. A mix of surprise and reverence as if he were a figure that had stepped right out of the mists of legend and into real life. Did the name Sunahoshi really mean that much to them?

Chiyoko came down to join him on the ground and shook Katsuo from the depths of his own thoughts with her words. Like Sousuke, her mind went right to the thought of giving him the crown. Shaking his head as he got to his feet, Katsuo motioned for her to stand and even offered her his hand to emphasize his point.

"That's not important right now. We need to find Sousuke and we need to get these Cabal guys under control. We can worry about titles and stuff later." He explained with a shake of his head. He still wasn't sure if he even wanted the official title. But at the very least he would be there for Sunagakure when it needed him most. Looking down to where Tatsumasa's broken blade was on the ground, Katsuo was thankful to see that he'd only snapped the blade. Gathering it and the other broken half together, he felt a pang of regret at breaking the sword as he looked over to Chiyoko and presented it with an apologetic expression. "Only had it a couple of weeks and I broke the sword Sousuke gave me. Some friend I am, right?"
 
Chiyoko arose and sheathed her daggers. Her gaze shifted to the weapon that was cloven in two. "Judori, my husband, can fix your weapon." She offered. Sousuke's lab was destroyed, but there was still a forge in the basement. Judori hadn't forged weapons in a long, long time, but she was certain he still had the mind for it. Takahashi fire-forged steel had its secrets, before a Sunahoshi though Judori would do what was necessary. "He may also be able to shed some light on Sousuke's whereabouts. I know he's been coming closer to the facts by putting pieces of a puzzle together." She hesitated. "Expect more ceremony from my husband though, as he has been looking for your uncle since before ... before you were born. I don't think he had knowledge of ... Inara being married, and nor did I for that matter. We're not well informed, and I have to wonder why at times..."

Chiyoko shook her head. "You may not understand it now, you may never understand it, but your sheer existence means more the world to the village. I think if pressed between duty to the Sunahoshi, and his son, Judori would choose his duty to the Sunahoshi. The Takahashi have always put the Sunahoshi before themselves. It's hard to grasp in concept, but it is just their nature." It was the choice that no parent ever wanted to make. It may hurt Judori greatly, but he would certainly put his son aside to have Katsuo restored to his full potential in these dark hours. Chiyoko exhaled. A grin formed across her face. This grim business had to be temporarily resolved, "Heh. Not that it matters right now, but Sousuke mentioned trying to get a friend of his to go out on a date with that mist nin named Shuu. I'm going to guess that it was you?" She would ask, "Tell me on the way, where to next? You're certainly right that we need to get these Cabal under control."
 
"I'd like that. The sword doesn't have any power left but it's still important to me. Still my dad's sword." Katsuo said as he carefully transferred both halves of Tatsumasa into one hand. Even broken and empty of it's power, the sword still felt as light as a feather which was a testament to it's craftsmanship. With his now free hand, he reached behind him into one of the pouches at his belt and drew out a sealing scroll to store the blade in. He was not a shinobi in the proper sense but his equipment still overlapped somewhat with theirs. The technology of item storage which ninja villages employed was second to none as it compressed the matter of a physical item into pure energy and sealed it within a paper scroll. He didn't quite know how exactly the process worked-- his mother had tried to explain it once to him and failed to hold his attention long enough --but it worked well enough without that understanding. A few drops of blood, a couple of heartbeats worth of time and a puff of smoke later and the broken Tatsumasa was sealed within a scroll.

Stretching for the first time since his battle with his arms straight up in the air, there were a few audible pops as his joints cracked. Sore areas from old injuries which he'd sustained a long time ago were healed even. It seemed like the scars were sticking around for the time being but he was in better shape now than he'd been before he'd come to Sunagakure, even. He wasn't sure how that was possible but he had to give it to the spirit of Tatsumasa. She'd been absolutely right about the whole thing.

I hope you will remember that next time I have a suggestion, projected the voice of Tatsumasa's spirit. It was still strange "hearing" her in the way that he did. The connection had been strong before but now her words were almost like his own thoughts. It would take some getting used to. Remembering what it was like when the golem rambled off speaking to the disembodied spirit, Katsuo said nothing in response but allowed a grin to form on his face. He would indeed remember.

"When this has all passed, I promise I'll sit down and tell you everything I know about what happened but right now I need you to take Tatsumasa and stow it somewhere safe until it can be repaired. You followed me here without me noticing which means you've got a knack for stealth and I need that right now. Tatsumasa is empty of it's power now but it is still important as a ruling symbol of Sunagakure so we can't risk it being captured or seen broken. That knowledge must stay need to know for now." explained Katsuo, his grin fading a bit to a more neutral expression. He still was not comfortable with the idea that so far the Takahashi were treating him as something akin to the second coming of Primus but he would square that later. "The second thing I need from you is to find your husband and either bring him here or get any information you can from him about Sousuke. Find out if Judori knows anything about where he's been going recently, who he's been talking to, anything. Don't leave out any details. When you've done that, meet me back here. I'm going to take a walk around the area, find whoever I can and bring them here to safety. It's time we started fighting back."

Tossing the scroll which contained Tatsumasa to Chiyoko, Katsuo's body flickered and then was standing near the place where he'd thrown his coat, reaching down to pick it up off the ground, and with a flourish he draped it around his shoulders as he took his leave of the chapel.

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