In the vast country of Shindoka, a land embraced by the harmony of nature's elements, six villages etched their tales into the very fabric of the world. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a canvas of hues across the skies, the villages stood strong, each with it’s own pillar of power.

Suiryū Village, cradled by the gentle flow of rivers and mirrored lakes, whispered stories of fluid grace. Tempest Village, perched on lofty peaks in the eastern mountains, resonated with the whispers of the wind, a haven for swift and tempestuous prowess.

In the warmth of bubbling hot springs and volcanic peaks, Hikessho Village flickered like an ember in the night, forging strength in the blaze of fire-style techniques. Kasugen Village, hidden within an ancient forest draped in perpetual twilight, held the enigmatic secrets of shadow and darkness.

In the embrace of Shindoka's diverse landscape, Chikyu Village, nestled in the western expanse, found it’s identity amidst sandy deserts and dry rocky plains. The earth here held tales of grounded strength and steadfast resilience. Seijin Village, seated up north where endless snow covered the land, was a realm of icy solitude, it’s shinobi mastering the art of divine ninja arts amidst the frozen stillness.

As the moon adorned the night sky, these villages, each a testament to the art of the shinobi as well as spiritual arts, awaited the dawn of a new chapter. For within the whispers of their elements, a symphony of shinobi tales were about to unfold...

Chapter 1 Life Of A Shinobi

The sun dipped below the distant mountains, casting a warm glow upon the village of Suiryu. Tall pale blue buildings lined the dirt streets, creating a picturesque scene that spoke of both tradition and innovation. The village, nestled in the heart of a valley, emanated a sense of serenity that belied the bustling activity within its walls.

As the evening shadows danced across the path, the aroma of exotic herbs and the sizzling sounds from open-air restaurants filled the air. Shops adorned with vibrant symbols displayed an array of wares ranging from intricately crafted weapons to scrolls containing ancient techniques. The village was a hub of commerce and culture, a testament to the harmonious blend of tradition and progress.

Small streams meandered through the city, their crystal-clear waters flowing beneath gracefully arched bridges. The gentle flow of the streams intertwined with the distant melodies of instruments played by street performers, creating a symphony that resonated throughout Suiryu.

Shinobi, adorned in the village's distinctive blue attire, moved with purpose through the streets. Some engaged in mere conversations, their voices carrying echos of fun and laughter, while others swiftly moved through the village, dashing across roof tops before gilding to the next one. These shinobi always watched over the village, prepared for anything that might happen. The spirit of Suiryu was alive and vibrant, a dynamic energy that pulsed through the heart of the village.

At the heart of Suiryu stood the towering pale blue structure of the village's administration building, a symbol of unity and governance. It’s design reflected the traditional architecture of the region, adorned with intricate carvings that depicted the village's history and the spirits of water that watched over them.

Suiryu Village, with its blend of modernity and tradition, was a testament to the resilience of its people and the enduring spirit of the shinobi who called it home. The streetlights flickered to life, casting a warm and inviting glow that welcomed all who walked through the lively streets.

Not far from the administration building was a small apartment complex where a young boy by the name of Kamira Hayashida, sat by the window in his small wooden bedroom on the 2nd floor. Wearing a pale blue shirt with black pants restlessly fidgeting with a shuriken, Kamira couldn't help but feel a surge of conflicting emotions as he stared out at the village below. "Tomorrow is the big day" he muttered to himself, his voice a mix of excitement and nervousness. The ninja entrance exam awaited him, the gateway to a new chapter in his life as a shinobi.

His gaze fixed on the vibrant streets of Suiryu, Kamira's mind raced with thoughts of the challenges and opportunities that awaited him. Becoming a 3rd class ninja wasn't just a goal; it was a dream nurtured since childhood. The prospect of donning the village's distinctive blue attire and embarking on the path of a shinobi filled him with excitement.

Yet, beneath the excitement lingered a nervous energy. The unknown trials of the exam, the anticipation of meeting new comrades, and the responsibility that came with being a shinobi weighed on Kamira's shoulders. Tomorrow held the promise of potential and the uncertainty of the journey ahead.

Kamira sighed, a mix of excitement and anxiety in his eyes. "I've trained for this moment" He whispered, clenching the shuriken in his hand. "Tomorrow, I'll step into the world of shinobi and prove myself. It's a chance to make Suiryu proud, to become a part of something greater"

With a final glance out the window, he took a deep breath, before stepping away from the window walking over to his small white futon bed lying close to the floor. Almost instantly the young boy fell asleep…

The Next Morning…

Kamira awoke to the gentle touch of sunlight shining through his bedroom window. The warm, blinding light revealed the tan wooden room, casting a golden hue upon every surface. As he stretched and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.

"Oh, no!" Kamira exclaimed, sitting up abruptly. The reality of the approaching ninja entrance exam flooded his mind, and he could almost hear the ticking clock urging him to hurry. With a swift motion, he sprang from his futon bed, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and urgency.

Kamira hastily brushed his black hair, and with a quick glance at the village beyond his window, he dashed out of the window rather than taking the stairs as he landed on the street. As he hurried through the streets of Suiryu, the young boy ran past the other citizens crowding the streets, evading each villager with quick precision.

With each step, Kamira raced across the village. The entrance exam awaited, a crucial step toward becoming a 3rd class ninja. As he maneuvered through the familiar streets, determination burned in his eyes, fueled by the dream that had led him to this moment.

Finally he reached the ninja academy near the eastern part of the village. The ninja academy was a large four-story tower. The first three floors were for each ninja class while the use of the 4th was unknown. Only a select few shinobi were permitted to enter the top floor of the ninja tower.

Like many structures of importance within Suiryu, the ninja academy was pale blue to symbolize the village’s connection to the spiritual energy of water. Kamira took a deep breath before walking through the black steel doors leading inside. Taking a step within the academy for the first time, Kamira found himself standing before a massive arena made of shiny aqua blue tiles taking up nearly the entire room.

Just as he was staring at the arena, a tall man walked up to him, he was dressed in a dark blue Shozoku Attire with fishnet wrist bands like most ninja of Suiryu. He had red hair with purple eyes that seemed to give off a strong presence.

“Welcome to the ninja academy, I can tell by your basic clothing that you’ve come to take the entrance exam, correct?” The man smirked placing one hand on his hip. The young boy hesitated for a moment before nodding clinching his fist. “Y-yes! I’ve come to take the ninja entrance exam and finally become a shinobi of Suiryu Village!”

The red-haired shinobi let out a slight chuckle before looking him in the eye. “So then, you truly wish to become a shinobi? It can be a tough job if you’re not willing to do whatever it takes to complete your tasks. I wouldn’t blame you if you were to turn back and forget about joining the shinobi”

Kamira remained determined, looking up at the shinobi. “No, I'm not going to turn back now! I’ve been waiting for the day I became 16, the legal age to join the suiryu shinobi! I may not be the best...but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to become a 1st class ninja! I know it’ll be a long difficult road, but nothing worth having comes easy!”

The man looked deep into his eyes for a moment before smiling back. “Heh, if you really are that determined to become a shinobi, then allow me to test your skill. If you can ever hope to become a 1st class shinobi, you must first pass the ninja entrance exam instructed by me. You may call me... Kurouzu Tomoka, but many just call me Tomoka. What about you?”

“My name is Kamira Hayashida, it’s nice to meet you sir Tomoka” The young boy responded with a formal bow. The instructor assured him there were no need for formalities. “Let’s hurry and begin your exam, I'm sure you’ve waited long enough, just head onto the arena over there and I'll find a suitable partner for you to spar with”

Kamira nodded, excitedly jumping onto the blue-tiled arena, standing on the south side of the arena, waiting for his opponent. He watched as fellow examinees slowly poured in, all waiting to take the entrance exam. He spotted a cute female ninja that wore a pink jacket with black pants. She had long brown hair with green eyes.

That’s when he heard a voice call out: “If you’re just gonna stare at girls, then you might as well leave now...that attitude will get you killed in a real fight” Kamira turned to see a tall, dark-toned boy with short black hair and a black eye patch on one eye standing across the arena in his direction. He wore a sleeveless gray jacket with a white inner-shirt and gray pants.

“S-sorry, I assume you’re my opponent then?” Placing his hand in one pocket he sighed with an uninterested glare towards the young ninja. “I don’t see anyone else on stage, do you? Sigh, let’s just get this over with...I’d rather finish this as soon as possible”

Kamira just looked at him, a little hurt by his words. That’s when the instructor stood in front of the arena where all could see him as many fellow ninja all stood around the arena watching. “NOW THEN, SHALL WE BEGIN WITH THE 1ST EXAM MATCH!? REMEMBER, NINJUSTU IS PROHIBITED IN 3RD CLASS NINJA EXAMS! PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND! HERE WE GO! SATSUJIN VS KAMIRA!....BEGIN!”

All watched as Satsujin dashed across the large, tiled arena right for his target, a serious expression on his face. "S-sorry, I assume you’re my opponent then?" Kamira stammered, a hint of uncertainty in his voice as he faced his adversary in the large, tiled arena.

The atmosphere intensified as the match commenced. Satsujin, with a serious expression, dashed across the large arena, closing the distance between him and Kamira in an instant. The crowd of fellow ninja watched intently as the duo prepared for hand-to-hand combat.

Satsujin's movements were swift and calculated, reminiscent of a skilled shinobi. His attacks were sharp, but Kamira, through years of training, dodged them with nimble agility. The tiled arena echoed with the sounds of rapid footsteps, each movement a testament to the intense focus and skill of the two young warriors.

Kamira, relying on evasive maneuvers, countered Satsujin's strikes with a series of acrobatic evasions. The drama unfolded in each well-timed dodge and counter, a symphony of movement that captivated the onlookers. The fight, a rite of passage for aspiring shinobi, showcased the essence of their training and determination. As the battle unfolded, the question lingered: who would emerge victorious in this first exam match of the 3rd class ninja exams?

Satsujin, growing annoyed at Kamira's seemingly cowardly dodging, unleashed a barrage of precise kicks with a flair that echoed the frustration in his voice. "Seriously? Dodging like a scared rabbit won't save you!" He remarked with an angered tone, his annoyance palpable in each word.

That’s when the ninja swiftly landed a clear kick to the side of Kamira’s face, sending him staggering across the title stage, landing near the edge. “Had enough? Playing the coward isn’t going to get you any closer to passing this exam” Satsujin placed one hand at his side looking down on the novice shinobi. “If this is all you have to offer in a real fight, then why am I even wasting my time here?”

Kamira could hear the ninja’s worlds playing through his mind over and over. He punched the ground forcing himself back to his feet. “You’re right...if all I do is run and dodge like a coward, I DON’T DESERVE TO CALL MYSELF A NINJA!” Wiping the blood from his bottom lip, he faced Satsujin with a new burning will within him. “I don’t care how many times you knock me down, I won’t give up!”

Satsujin raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Kamira's sudden shift in demeanor. "Oh? You want to keep going? Then by all means... be my guest!" In an instant, both combatants dashed towards each other, exchanging swift kicks and strikes. The arena resonated with the clash of their movements, the tiled surface bearing witness to the intensified exchange.

Kamira, fueled by his newfound determination, met Satsujin head-on, delivering strikes with a tenacity that defied his earlier evasive tactics. The crowd of fellow ninja watched in anticipation as the dynamics of the battle shifted, the two young warriors now engaged in a fierce and evenly matched confrontation.

The symphony of combat played out once again, but this time, Kamira's burning will and Satsujin's skill collided in a spectacle of determination and strength. The stage was set for a pivotal moment, where the outcome of the match would reveal the true essence of these aspiring shinobi.

With each punch and kick, the other would counter with a swift clash. Both glared deep into one another’s eyes, only focusing on one another’s movements. Satsujin spun around, evading an incoming punch before sending one right back.

As Kamira stopped the coming strike with his wrist, he managed to land a clean blow to his combatant’s face, sending him staggering across the arena, utterly falling out of bounds onto the wooden floor before everyone.

Satsujin, now defeated and humiliated, clinched his teeth with rage. Filled with frustration and anger at losing in such a pathetic way, he charged a lightning-style attack in his arm. The arena crackled with the intensity of his chakra as he prepared to unleash his wrath.

However, before Satsujin could release his attack, Tomoka, appeared beside him with remarkable speed. He grabbed his wrist firmly, preventing him from launching the lightning-infused assault on Kamira. Tomoka's expression was stern, and his intervention stopped the disgraced ninja from further escalating the situation.

The arena fell into a tense silence as Satsujin glared into the instructor's eyes before pulling his arm away as the lightning slowly faded. Kamira, having witnessed the sudden turn of events, stood ready, unsure of what would unfold next in this unpredictable ninja exam.

All watched as the ninja slowly walked out of the academy as the others just stood and watched him, both in fear and disappointment. After a moment of silence, Tomoka turned back to the stage with his hand towards Kamira. “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IT SEEMS WE HAVE OUR WINNER OF THE 1ST 3RD CLASS NINJA EXAM MATCH! AS FOR SATSUJIN, SADLY HE WILL BE DISQUALIFIED FOR HIS DISGRACEFUL ACTIONS”

Hearing this made Kamira feel bad, all Satsujin wanted to do was pass the exam just as he did, he felt he should pass as well given how skilled he was during the fight. The young shinobi jumped down to the instructor. “Please don’t disqualify him sir, I can’t imagine how he feels losing the exam and losing the one thing he wanted...to grow as a ninja and work his way up to 1st class just like I dream to!”

The instructor looked at Kamira with uncertainty, questioning the thought of such a request. Kamira, however, was resolute, explaining that Satsujin never actually used ninjutsu during the fight until he had already lost. The young shinobi believed that everyone deserved a chance to learn and improve, even in the face of defeat. His compassionate plea hung in the air, waiting for the instructor's judgment on the matter.

“Sigh, fine you make a valid point. But only because he used it after he lost as well as the fact no one was hurt. I’ll look past his actions this one time, but tell him he won’t get another chance if he pulls something like that again”

Kamira smiled and bowed. “YES! THANK YOU SO MUCH TOMOKA! I REALLY APPRECIATE THIS!” Tomoka just laughed placing his palm on the young shinobi’s head. “Heh, don’t worry about it...now go after him and make sure he’s not up to anymore trouble”

Kamira took off outside as the sun blinded him for an instant before his vision slowly returned. That’s when the young shinobi realized Satsujin was nowhere to be found. He searched around when he thought he saw Satsujin a few meters away, ninja running across the village rooftops. “Hmph? Where’s he going? I thought he’d just wait outside or at least somewhere nearby”

Without hesitation Kamira climbed onto a small sushi inn before chasing after the strange man, swiftly running through the village, gliding from rooftop to rooftop hoping to catch up with Satsujin. Kamira leaped gracefully from one rooftop to another, keeping a considerable distance from Satsujin to avoid detection. His keen eyes followed the nimble movements of the strange ninja who seemed driven to run away.

The air was filled with tension as Kamira navigated the labyrinth of rooftops, occasionally catching glimpses of Satsujin's silhouette darting between buildings. The village seemed to stretch endlessly before them, with Satsujin's destination remaining a mystery.

As the chase intensified, Kamira couldn't shake the feeling that Satsujin was more than just a fellow examinee. There was a mystery surrounding him, an enigmatic aura that piqued Kamira's curiosity.

Satsujin showed no signs of slowing down, his movements fluid and determined. Kamira, fueled by a mix of guilt and a desire to understand, closed the gap between them gradually. Yet, Satsujin remained oblivious to Kamira's pursuit, lost in his own thoughts.

As the chase continued, Kamira's heart pounded in his chest, echoing the rhythm of the pursuit. Without any other option, the novice shinobi moved full speed, attempting to reach Satsujin before he could possibly leave the village.

The chase intensified, and Kamira's determination reached its peak. His heart pounded in his chest as he closed the gap between himself and Satsujin. With each leap, he calculated the distance, hoping to catch up before the elusive ninja could escape the village.

Finally, Kamira managed to get close enough to reach out and grab Satsujin's shoulder. "Wait! Satsu-!” Before Kamira could say another word, Satsujin swiftly spun around, his foot connecting with Kamira's face in a powerful kick. The force sent Kamira flying backward, hitting the street below. The young ninja skidded to a stop in front of a small group of civilians while Satsujin stood on the rooftop, glaring down at him with a cold look on his face.

The civilians gasped, their eyes wide with shock as they witnessed the unexpected confrontation. Kamira, now on the ground, shook off the impact and looked up at Satsujin, determination burning in his eyes despite the pain. The encounter took an unforeseen turn, leaving both Kamira and the onlookers in suspense about what would happen next.

Satsujin stood over the ledge of the aqua blue rooftop, looking down at Kamira with a scowl. "What's your deal, huh? Why are you following me?" His tone cold and disdainful.

Kamira, still recovering from the kick, met Satsujin's gaze with unwavering resolve. "I just want to talk. I saw how you fought back there...I can tell there's more to you than meets the eye" He replied, his voice steady despite the ache in his jaw.

Satsujin scoffed, crossing his arms. "Talk? About what? The glorious defeat I suffered in the ninja exam?" He sneered, his eyes narrowing. "You're wasting your time, I don't need sympathy or whatever nonsense you're offering"

Undeterred, Kamira pushed himself up from the ground. "It's not about sympathy. I just think there's more to your story. Why did you attack me back there? What are you running from?" He questioned trying to unravel the mystery behind Satsujin's actions.

Satsujin remained guarded, his expression revealing little. "You wouldn't understand. Nobody does" He retorted, his words laced with bitterness. The atmosphere between them hung heavy with unspoken tension, the streets becoming a stage for a clash of wills and untold secrets.

As the wind swept between them, Kamira clenched his fist, his will burning in his eyes. "I won't let you leave without telling me what you're hiding. There's more to this, and I want to understand" he declared. Satsujin however, remained unaffected by Kamira's resolve. Instead, he took a deep breath, and in an instant, the air around them ignited with swirling flames. Kamira's eyes widened as he found himself trapped within a ring of intense flames.

"Don't follow me" Satsujin warned, his tone low and threatening. The flames dancing around him, emphasizing the danger of crossing the line he had drawn. "I've got my reasons, and they're none of your business. If you value your skin, stay out of my way"

Despite the fiery barrier separating them, Kamira's resolution didn't waver. He stared defiantly at Satsujin. "I won't back down. I'm going to find out what's going on with you, one way or another" His words cutting through the crackling flames. The standoff continued, the wind carrying the intensity of the moment as Satsujin began to walk away.

“Tssk! I may only know one water style technique, but it should be enough to escape this!” Kamira swiftly formed a set of hand signs, mirroring the practiced movements of experienced ninja. The atmosphere around him shifted as he channeled his chakra into the water-style technique he had mastered.

"Water Style: Cyclone Vortex!" he shouted, in an instant, a powerful water cyclone manifested around his body. The swirling vortex clashed with the flames, hissing and sizzling as water met fire. The intense interaction between the two elements created a clash of opposing forces in the narrow alley.

As the water cyclone expanded, it conquered the fiery barrier, extinguishing the flames leaving Kamira unscathed. The air cleared, revealing Kamira standing amidst the remnants of the extinguished blaze. He wiped the water from his face, fixing his gaze on the retreating Satsujin.

Taking a deep breath, he began to pursue Satsujin once more, his determination fueled by the fiery encounter. The chase continued, with Kamira moving through the air full speed, slowly catching up with the ruthless ninja.

As Kamira pursued Satsujin through the air, the tension between them heightened with each passing moment. Satsujin feeling the approaching threat, prepared to unleash a lightning-style attack. With his palm aimed in Kamira's direction, crackles of electrical chakra danced across his wrist.

However, instead of releasing the attack, Satsujin abruptly lowered his hand, executing a swift descent. Landing gracefully before a random aqua blue sushi shop. He turned to face Kamira with a slight smile.

Satsujin's eyes glinted with a mix of relief and defeat as he calmly awaited Kamira's arrival. The ramen shop's sign swung gently in the breeze, the aroma of fresh sushi wafted through the air. Kamira landed in front of Satsujin, puzzled by the sudden halt. Before The young ninja could question him, Satsujin took a deliberate whiff of the air, his eyes narrowing as if detecting something of great significance.

Turning to Kamira with a serious tone, Satsujin asked, "Do you like sushi?" The question hung in the air, catching Kamira off guard. The unexpected inquiry threw Kamira into a confused reaction. "Sushi?" Kamira stammered, blinking rapidly. "Uh, well, yeah, I guess. Why are we talking about sushi now?" The abrupt shift in conversation added an unexpected layer of absurdity to their encounter in the village streets. The clash of ninja now intertwined with the whimsical topic of sushi preferences.

Satsujin's demeanor remained serious with a slight nostalgic gleam entering his eyes as he continued: "You see, my mother used to make this special kind of sushi for me when I was growing up. It had a unique blend of flavors that I've never encountered anywhere else. Ever since then, I've been... obsessed with sushi"

His gaze never wavered as he locked eyes with Kamira, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression. "If you really want to know more about me" Satsujin said, his voice carrying a hint of challenge, "join me in the shop. What better way to unravel a tale than over a plate of sushi?" With that, Satsujin turned and walked confidently towards the entrance of the small sushi shop. The aqua blue curtains swayed gently as he pushed them aside, revealing the intimate and traditional interior. The shop, reminiscent of those small establishments with noren curtains, hiding it’s small outside bar, exuding an authentic and inviting atmosphere.

Kamira hesitated for a moment, glancing at the entrance of the sushi shop, the allure of uncovering more about his mysterious adversary proved irresistible. With a determined nod, Kamira followed Satsujin into the shop, the curtains falling back into place behind them.

The pair sat at the small, dark-red wooden bar. Kamira couldn't help but notice the presence of a kind old man behind the counter. The elderly gentleman wore a chef's uniform, his eyes seemingly closed, and his pale, wrinkled skin told tales of a lifetime's experience. His long white beard cascaded down his aqua-blue attire.

The atmosphere in the small eatery was warm, the aroma of freshly prepared dishes drifting through the air. Kamira glanced at Satsujin, uncertain of what the next move should be. The old man with a gentle smile, approached them, welcoming them.

"Ah, young shinobi, welcome to my humble establishment. What can I get for you two today?" The old man's voice carried the wisdom of years, his genuine hospitality eased the tension that lingered between Kamira and Satsujin.

Satsujin, with a nostalgic glint in his eyes, ordered the Hono no Makizushi – (Flame Roll Sushi). The dish held a special place in his heart, reminiscent of the culinary creations his mother used to make for him as a child. The flame roll sushi brought forth memories of home, and he couldn't resist savoring the familiar yet unique blend of flavors.

As the kind old man skillfully prepared the Hono no Makizushi, each ingredient carefully chosen and arranged, the aroma of the fiery creation filled the small eatery. The inferno rice, blaze nori, searing sashimi, scorching jalapeño, ember avocado, flare cucumber, and the distinctive blaze sauce were meticulously combined to form a dynamic spiral on the plate – a miniature flame ready to be savored.

The presentation paid homage to Satsujin's affinity with the Fire chakra nature, each piece of sushi a visual representation of the intense and dynamic essence of flames. The dish, with it’s edible flame-shaped decorations, was not only a feast for the taste buds but also a trip down memory lane for Satsujin. As he took the first bite, the fiery combination of heat, spice, and bold flavors transported him back to the comforting meals of his childhood.

The sushi chef approached Kamira and asked: "What will it be, young one? Our menu offers a variety of delightful choices" Before Kamira could respond, Satsujin interjected, "He'll have the Hono no Makizushi as well"

Kamira hesitated, "Well, I'm not really into spicy food" Satsujin shot him a stern glare, "If you want to know more about me, you're going to try one"

With a nod, Kamira agreed to give it a try, curious about the dish that seemed to hold significance for Satsujin. The chef once more swiftly crafted the fiery creation before them, sliding a small plate of four pieces before him.

Kamira hesitated for a moment, eyeing the flame roll sushi with a mix of curiosity and nervousness. Slowly, he reached for a piece, lifting it to his mouth, and took a cautious bite. At first, the flavors danced on his tounge, a medley of spice and boldness. For a moment, he enjoyed the unique combination.

However, as the heat intensified, so did Kamira's reaction. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, he suddenly jolted out of his chair, panting and fanning his mouth as the spiciness overwhelmed him. The others couldn't help but chuckle at the young ninja's exaggerated response.

Satsujin, observing the scene with an amused expression, calmly continued to savor his portion of the sushi. After recovering from the initial shock, Kamira shot a glance at Satsujin, who wore a satisfied smirk, as if the fiery challenge had served its purpose.

Satsujin's smirk widened as he taunted Kamira, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Come on, sit back down. We've got more important things to discuss than your reaction to spicy food"

Despite his still tingling taste buds and the lingering heat in his mouth, Kamira reluctantly returned to his seat. Satsujin's demeanor became more serious as he prepared to speak a tale that would unveil some of the shadows in Satsujin's past...

Satsujin, Forsaken ninja of Hikessho...

Within the warm central village of Hikessho, tension seemed to build around the village as word of a cursed ninja were spreading around the city. A group known as the crimson shadows moved through the village of fire, swiftly ninja-running over the maze of dark-red buildings in the middle of the night.

The crimson shadows were elite shinobi that worked directly under the leader of the village known as the Flame Kakushin. The name Kakushin meant “Core of” the embodiment of the flame chakra such as all other Kakushin of each chakra element. One of them landed on the open window of the Kakushin’s office of the administrative building of the village.

The Flame Kakushin's estate stood as a monumental testament to the village's authority and might of it’s leader. This imposing structure exuded an air of power and tradition that was uniquely Hikessho.

The exterior walls of the Kakushin's estate were crafted from sturdy dark-red stone, weathered by time and bearing the marks of countless stories. The dark-red hue seemed to absorb and reflect the warm glow of the village's perpetual flames, creating an almost ethereal ambiance in the moonlight. Elaborate carvings adorned the stone façade, depicting scenes of legendary battles, intertwining flames, and the majestic silhouette of a dragon.

At the pinnacle of the estate, a magnificent red dragon symbol commanded attention. It’s sinuous form coiled around a central flame, scales shimmering with an otherworldly radiance. The dragon's eyes seemed to glow with an inner fire, adding an intimidating yet awe-inspiring presence to the structure. This symbol represented not only the flame Kakushin's mastery of fire chakra but also the spirit beast watching over Hikessho.

A grand staircase of smooth, dark stone led to the imposing entrance of the Kakushin's estate. Rows of torches lined either side of the staircase, casting a warm and flickering light that danced in the night breeze. The torches served as both a practical means of illumination and a symbolic representation of the eternal flame that fueled the village's spirit.

As one ascended the stone steps, the dragon symbol above seemed to come to life, illuminated by the play of torchlight. The echoes of footsteps against the stone resonated through the night, a testament to the approaching presence of those seeking the wisdom and guidance of the flame Kakushin.

Overall, the Kakushin's estate was a harmonious blend of architectural splendor, elemental symbolism, and the everlasting flames that defined Hikessho. It stood as a beacon of strength, a sanctuary for strategic planning, and a visual representation of the indomitable spirit that burned within the village and it’s leader.

 The crimson shadow operative crouched silently in the shadows of the window, his spiky black hair flowing in both directions. His dark-toned skin blending seamlessly with the night, along with a black mask concealing his mouth. Wearing the customary black and red hooded cloak of the crimson shadows.

He awaited acknowledgment from the village leader. “Kazaraki, why have you come to bother me at such a late hour?” A deep and malevolent voice echoed across the dimly lit office. The flame Kakushin, shrouded in darkness, surveyed the operative with a wrinkled frown. Kazaraki bowed his head respectfully, maintaining his position within the window. "Apologies, Lord Yashida, but I've heard word of the cursed ninja’s location"

The village leader leaned back in his wooden chair, a smirk deepening in the shadows. "Ah, good of you to bring this to my attention. The cursed child is a valuable asset, we cannot let such potential slip through our fingers"

His voice carried an air of calculated malice as he continued, "Gather your squad, Kazaraki. Move swiftly and capture the child. Bring him to me so that we may study the secrets hidden within his strange eye. Do not disappoint me. The power within that eye could be the key to elevating Hikessho to new heights"

The Kakushin's orders hung in the air, a dark undercurrent weaving through the words. Kazaraki, acknowledging the gravity of the task, bowed once more before swiftly disappearing into the night, ready to carry out the sinister agenda set forth by the village leader.

Kazaraki swiftly moved through the shadows, descending from the window to the village rooftops below. He regrouped with the fellow members of the crimson shadows, his spiky black hair catching glimmers of moonlight. The operatives, each clad in the distinctive black and red hooded cloaks, gathered upon the rooftop, their masked faces concealing any hint of expression behind white soulless masks.

"Listen up" Kazaraki addressed, his voice hushed yet commanding. "We have our orders from Lord Yashida. The cursed child, Satsujin, has been located, and we are to capture him at any cost. Our destination is his last known whereabouts"

The other hooded operatives nodded in acknowledgment, their loyalty to the flame Kakushin evident in their silence. Kazaraki continued, "Our task is to bring Satsujin to Lord Yashida immediately. His strange eye holds a power that could greatly benefit Hikessho. Failure is not an option"

As Kazaraki finished speaking, the moonlight cast an eerie glow upon the assembled squad. Without a word, they vanished, employing the silent and swift technique that defined their elite status. The night embraced their departure, leaving only the echoes of their presence on the deserted rooftop.

The mission to capture Satsujin, the cursed child, was set in motion, and the crimson shadows moved like their title, enigmatic and deadly, guided by the orders of the Kakushin...

In the quietude of a small red house nestled in the eastern outskirts of Hikessho, a sense of familial warmth enveloped the humble dwelling. Satsujin sat on a cushioned mat, partaking in a traditional dinner with his mother. fostering a serene ambiance that transcended the passage of time.

Satsujin's mother, adorned in a dark-red kimono that echoed the hues of the village, moved gracefully as she attended the evening meal. The aroma of simmering dishes filled the air, carrying with it a comforting familiarity. The room was illuminated by the soft red glow of lantern light, casting a gentle warmth upon the scene.

Meanwhile, just outside the front of the house, Satsujin's father Konoru, practiced taijutsu with disciplined dedication. draped in a simple yet elegant black kimono, he moved with purpose and precision, the rhythmic sounds of his training echoing through the quiet evening air.

The family's connection to tradition was palpable, a reflection of a life shaped by the values and customs passed down through generations. The red house, with it’s tiled roof and wooden structure, stood as a sanctuary, sheltering the family from the outside world.

As Konoru continued his taijutsu practice in the dimming light, the rhythmic echoes of his movements resonated through the quiet evening air. The disciplined shinobi's every motion spoke of skill honed through years of dedication.

Suddenly, from the shadows that clung to the edges of the training area, a shuriken spiraled forth with deadly precision. The metal blade glinted in the waning light as it sped toward Konoru, aimed with deadly intent. Unfazed, the skilled shinobi tilted his head with calculated grace, evading the projectile with a mere fraction of movement.

Konoru's expression remained serious, his focus unbroken. The shuriken embedded itself into the wooden house behind him, a testament to the coming threat. In one fluid motion, Konoru turned in the direction from which the projectile had come.

His eyes, sharp and discerning, scanned the shadows for any sign of movement. The air crackled with tension as the disciplined shinobi, with an authoritative tone called out to the unseen threat. "Show yourself" Konoru's voice carried a weight of command, a resonance that cut through the stillness of the evening. The darkness seemed to respond with silence, yet an undercurrent of anticipation hung in the air.

Suddenly, as if the shadows themselves rebelled against the order, a barrage of shuriken infused with flickering flames spiraled out of the dark. The fire-laden projectiles sliced through the air, aimed directly at Konoru with deadly precision.

Reacting with a calm demenor, Konoru swiftly used quick hand motions as he summoned forth a wall of intense water that manifested in front of him with a rush of fierce water. The geyser of water, shimmering with an otherworldly light, formed a protective barrier just in time to intercept the oncoming barrage.

The shuriken collided with the watery defense, their flames hissing as they were extinguished upon contact with the liquid barrier. Droplets scattered in the air, reflecting the warm glow of lantern light. Konoru, now shielded by the shimmering pillar, maintained his focus, eyes unwavering as he awaited the next move of the unseen adversary hidden within the darkness.

In a sudden movment, one of the hooded assailants materialized on the roof of Konoru's house. The silent intruder, shrouded in the black and red hooded cloak, swiftly moved with skilled agility. With a swift motion, the assailant threw an explosive kunai, aiming directly at the back of the disciplined shinobi's head.

Konoru however, turned with impeccable timing. Catching the explosive kunai with ease, he hurled it back toward the hooded assailant with fierce determination. The kunai detonated in a fierce explosion, the force of the blast sending ripples through the night air, shaking the entire house.

Inside, Satsujin was alarmed by the sudden explosion, feeling the tremors beneath his feet. Concern etched across his face, he rushed to the front door, his worry deepening as he called out to his father.

"Father! Are you alright!?" Satsujin's voice carried a note of urgency as he reached the front door, his hand gripping the handle. Before he could open the door, his father's stern voice echoed through the night.

"Stay inside, Satsujin! Do not come out for any reason!" Konoru's command, though firm, held a tone of reassurance. The father's protective instinct resonated through his words, emphasizing the need for safety within the confines of their home.

Satsujin hesitated, torn between the desire to ensure his father's well-being and the directive to remain indoors. As Satsujin grappled with his emotions, the crimson shadows appeared before Konoru, the remaining four alined before him.

The flames flickered in the darkness, revealing the masked assailants. Satsujin hesitated, torn between the desire to ensure his father's well-being and the directive to remain indoors. As he grappled with his emotions, the crimson shadows materialized before Konoru, the remaining four aligned before him.

The flames flickered in the darkness, revealing the hooded and masked assailants. Among them, Kazaraki stepped forward, a commanding presence among the shadows. With a stern expression, he ordered: "Konoru, step aside and relinquish the cursed child. Your defiance will not be tolerated. Allow us to carry out our orders...or face the consequences as an enemy of the village"

The tension in the air intensified, from the ultimatum delivered by the crimson shadows. Konoru, resolute and unwavering, stood at the forefront of a decision that would shape the fate of his entire family. The shadows awaited the shinobi’s next move.

Konoru's eyes locked onto the hooded assailants, a flicker of amusement dancing in his gaze. With a confident smirk, he clapped his hands together, channeling his chakra into a technique known as: “Phoenix Flame Impact!” As his palms connected, a sudden and intense implosion of flames erupted before him. The roaring phoenix-shaped burst of fire engulfed the area, creating a devastating shockwave that sent the crimson shadows hurtling in different directions. The force of the impact scattered them like leaves caught in a blazing tempest.

The assailants, momentarily disoriented by the unexpected onslaught, struggled to regain their composure. The remnants of the fiery explosion painted a chaotic tableau. Konoru stood amidst the fading flames, a testament to the mastery of his fire-style prowess

The shadows regrouped a few meters away before the three masked assailants each made in sync hand movements before taking a deep breath... “fire style: infernal dragon!” Konoru watched as the trio manifested a massive dragon made of pure fire as it soared right for him.

His eyes widened in visible fear of the coming attack. The entire are shook with fierce gusts of wind as the manifestation of flames flew straight for him. With no other option, Konoru clapped his hands together, preparing for his final technique.

“Ice style: Arctic barrier!” To Kazaraki’s surprise, instead of forming the thick dome of ice around him and the house, Konoru only shielded his family from the coming inferno. The shimmering barrier stood as a solitary bastion against the impending attack.

Time seemed to slow as Konoru closed his eyes, a heaviness settling in his heart. In his final moments, he communicated a silent farewell to his family, expressing regret for the sacrifice he was about to make. The air grew still as the flames of the Infernal dragon collided with the sacrificial barrier, engulfing Konoru in a blaze of searing destruction.

The ray of light filled the sky, visible from even the kakushin’s office. As the inferno subsided, a profound silence settled over the scorched land. The protective barrier had held, shielding Konoru's family from the consuming flames. Yet, in it’s wake, the night bore witness to the sacrifice of a silent hero whose legacy lingered in the poignant echoes of a life extinguished for the sake of kin.

The ice barrier, though initially holding strong, began to fracture under the Infernal dragon's attack. Kazaraki, seizing the opportunity, ordered the three remaining operatives to move swiftly and capture Satsujin.

However, amidst the cracking ice and encroaching shadows, Nami, Satsujin's mother, stood resolute. With a determined glare, she stepped forward, a beacon of defiance against the encroaching darkness. "You won't lay a hand on my son," she declared, buying precious moments for Satsujin to escape.

The shadows, undeterred by her resolve, closed in on Nami. The clash that followed was swift and brutal. Nami, though valiant in her efforts, faced overwhelming odds. The operatives, masked and ruthless, moved with the precision of a well-trained unit, their dark intentions evident in every calculated strike.

In the midst of the struggle, Nami's strength wavered, and the shadows closed in, their movements synchronized like a macabre dance. Despite her fierce resistance, Nami succumbed to the relentless assault, the shadows extinguishing the light that had stood defiant against them with a kunai slash across her throat.

 Satsujin, having witnessed the sacrifice and bravery of his mother, slipped away into the shadows, carrying the weight of loss and the legacy of those who had given everything for his chance at a new beginning. He ran with tears in his eyes, running...never stopping to rest...

Present Day...

“And that’s how I ended up here, in Suiryu village. I’ve always felt as though eyes were all on me, that I was an outcast that doesn’t belong here. I just wanted to reach 1st class shinobi so they would send me out on missions rather than keep me in one place where the ninja of the Hikessho village can come and find me” Satsujin found himself in the heart of Suiryu village, a sanctuary far removed from the turbulent flames that once engulfed his past. Yet, even amid the serene beauty of the village, he couldn't escape the piercing gaze of eyes that seemed to follow his every move. It was the haunting awareness of being an outcast, of not truly belonging within the tranquility that surrounded him.

Satsujin felt an undeniable weight on his shoulders—a burden that echoed the loss of his parents and the relentless pursuit of the crimson shadows from Hikessho village. The yearning to attain the rank of a 1st class shinobi lingered within him, not just as a testament to his skill but as a desperate plea to escape the confines of a village that held both memories of tragedy and the ever-looming threat of his past.

In the stillness of the village, Satsujin couldn't escape the shadows that trailed him, the shadows of a forsaken ninja. The gentle streams that meandered through Suiryu only served to amplify the pain within him. Every step, every gaze, felt like an echo of solitude, a reminder of a world that seemed to have turned its back on him.

Placing his hand on the young shinobi’s shoulder, he couldn’t help but see a single tear run down the side of his dark-toned face. Kamira's hand rested on Satsujin's shoulder, a subtle gesture that spoke volumes of the silent camaraderie forming between them. As the tear traversed the contours of Satsujin's face, Kamira found himself compelled to understand the pain that lay behind the shadows in the forsaken ninja's gaze.

In a moment of shared vulnerability, Kamira's curiosity overcame the unspoken barrier. "Satsujin, may I... see it? The eye that the crimson shadows are so fixated on?" he asked gently, the weight of the request hanging in the air.

Satsujin hesitated, a brief pause. Slowly, he lifted the edge of his black eye patch, revealing the abyss within. A silver iris surrounded by darkness, resembling a black hole—a visual manifestation of the mysterious power that had marked him as the forsaken ninja.

The gaze held an otherworldly allure, drawing Kamira into the depths of darkness that seemed to absorb the very essence of light. It was a moment where the shadows of the forsaken ninja revealed themselves, and in that shared silence, Kamira found himself standing at the edge of a profound connection.

"Do you know what it can do?" The ninja asked, a mixture of curiosity and concern etched on his face. Satsujin, with a solemn shake of his head, slid the eye patch back over the captivating eye. The forsaken ninja admitted: "I've never had a reason to attempt to use it. I fear the kind of damage I could cause with it, along with the consequences that may follow"

“Well, we should head back to the academy to see what Tomoka has to say, I'm sure we left before he finished congratulating me and now you for becoming an official shinobi of Suiryu village”

Satsujin, his demeanor returning to a serious tone, turned towards Kamira, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I did threaten to kill you back there. Going back might not be the best choice"

Hayashida, looking at Satsujin with a mix of hope and understanding, replied: "Despite that, we have to face the consequences, and I believe we can find a way to make amends. Besides, if you're going to stay in Suiryu village, we need to figure things out together"

With an annoyed groan, Satsujin nodded acknowledging the truth in Kamira's words. Finishing up his sushi, Satsujin and his new friend made their way back to the ninja academy...

As Satsujin and Kamira entered the ninja academy, the sounds of combat echoed from the blue-tiled fighting arena. Kamira's gaze was drawn toward the fierce battle taking place between two skilled young female shinobi.

The first was the beautiful girl he had seen earlier with long brown hair, wearing a stylish purple jacket and black pants. Her eyes, a strange shade of white, filled with determination as she engaged in a fast-paced exchange of blows. Her opponent, a young woman dressed in a sleeveless gray shinobi uniform, adorned with black arm bracelets, possessing long silver hair and piercing red eyes.

The clash of techniques and the intensity of the fight left Kamira in awe, momentarily forgetting the recent events. Satsujin observed the battle with a hint of interest, his arms folded with a serious expression across his face.

The brownette shinobi crossed her arms with quick precision sending two shuriken spiraling right for her target, only for the silver-haired shinobi to throw her head back just in time as the spiraling blades flew past her, impaling the wall behind her.

The silver-haired kunoichi gracefully dodged the incoming shuriken, her movements fluid and precise. In response, she swiftly pulled out a set of kunai, engaging in a mesmerizing taijutsu dance with her opponent. The brunette shinobi, undeterred, expertly blocked the strikes and countered with a series of kicks, creating a dynamic exchange of blows.

The fighting arena became a stage for their acrobatic skills, as they seamlessly switched between melee combat and the strategic use of ninja tools. Shuriken clashed in mid-air, kunai danced with deadly precision, and the echoes of their kicks and punches reverberated through the academy.

Kamira, still captivated by the unfolding spectacle, couldn't help but admire the skill and coordination displayed by the two kunoichi. Satsujin's expression remained stoic, but there was a subtle glint of acknowledgment in his eyes as he observed the fierce competition between the two young fighters.

The brown-haired kunoichi, with a confident smirk, taunted her opponent with a hint of playfulness, "Is that the best you've got? You'll have to do better than that if you want to beat me!"

The silver-haired shinobi responded with a smirk of her own, "You talk a big game, but let's see if you can keep up!" Her red eyes gleamed with determination as she seamlessly dodged another series of attacks.

The intensity of their taijutsu match heightened with each word, the two kunoichi locked in a fierce exchange of blows, landed simultaneous strikes. The silver-haired girl's kick connected with the brown-haired shinobi's face just as the latter delivered a powerful punch in return. The collision of their attacks echoed through the arena, leaving an air of anticipation.

After a brief silence, it became evident that the silver-haired girl bore the brunt of the exchange. She hit the ground, unconscious. The brunette kunoichi stood triumphantly, catching her breath. The onlookers erupted into a mix of cheers and gasps, impressed by the display of skill and the unexpected turn of events.

The instructor Tomoka clapped before announcing the winner. “Let’s hear it for the winner of our 4th round: Nanami Himura!” Nanami Himura gracefully front-flipped off the arena, landing beside the instructor with a bow, her victory well-received by the cheering crowd. Tomoka clapped enthusiastically, acknowledging her achievement.

"Let's hear it for the winner of our 4th round: Nanami Himura!" Tomoka announced, and the cheers intensified. Nanami, now an official shinobi of Suiryu village, smiled with a sense of accomplishment.

Turning his attention to Satsujin and Kamira, Tomoka extended a warm welcome. "Welcome back to Satsujin and Kamira It seems we have quite an eventful day today at the academy. Congratulations to all our new shinobi!" The arena buzzed with excitement and pride for the newly recognized ninjas.

With a warm smile, Tomoka grabbed a stack of neatly folded Suiryu shinobi uniforms before walking back over to the pair. He handed the aqua-blue shinobi armor to both of them, adorned with the village symbol – a crescent moon with a wave in the center, resembling a half-filled glass. The significance of the symbol resonated with the village's connection to the moon and the flowing tides.

"Here you go, wear them with pride. These uniforms symbolize your official status as Suiryu shinobi" Tomoka said, his eyes reflecting a sense of joy for the new additions to the village's ninja ranks. Kamira, filled with excitement, bowed graciously to Tomoka, expressing his gratitude for the honor bestowed upon him. "Thank you so much, Tomoka! I'll wear it with pride!" His eyes gleamed with eagerness.

Satsujin, on the other hand, nodded in acknowledgment, a stoic expression still dominating his features. The seriousness in his gaze spoke volumes, and it was clear that he carried the weight of his responsibilities as a Suiryu shinobi.

As they prepared to leave, Tomoka offered a final piece of advice. "Rest up, both of you. Tomorrow marks the beginning of your official training as Suiryu shinobi. You'll also be meeting your team leader/sensei, so be prepared" With that, the duo left the arena, their newfound status as Suiryu shinobi settling in as they anticipated the challenges that awaited them...

The gentle rustle of leaves and the distant sound of flowing water accompanied the shinobi as they strolled through the tranquil Suiryu village. Kamira, still buzzing with excitement, couldn't help but ask his friend: "Hey, Satsujin, where do you usually sleep around here?"

Satsujin's response was cold as his demeanor. "I don't really stay in the village. I usually find a quiet spot just outside, like a tree or someplace where enemy ninja can't easily get to me"

Kamira's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? Don't you get lonely out there?"

Satsujin glanced at him with a slight glare. "Loneliness is a small price to pay" Kamira's genuine concern for Satsujin prompted him to extend an invitation. "Hey, Satsujin, instead of sleeping alone outside tonight, why not stay with me in my apartment? It's not much, but it's better than being alone, right?"

Satsujin, with a slight glare, hesitated for a moment. The offer seemed to weigh on him, Kamira could sense the internal struggle. Finally, Satsujin sighed, giving in, but not without a grumble. "Just this once...don't get used to it"

Kamira beamed with gratitude, his excitement rekindled. "Thanks, Satsujin! You won't regret it!" As they headed towards Kamira's small apartment, the sun began to set, filling the village with a warm pink hue. The small apartment welcomed the duo with a sense of warmth. Kamira, eager to make his guest comfortable, laid out a soft black mat for Satsujin. The sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in warm pink aura, signaling the end of the day in Suiryu village.

With the arrangements made, Satsujin wasted no time. The weariness of the day caught up with him, he settled onto the mat, instantly succumbing to the embrace of sleep. Kamira, not far behind, also drifted into a peaceful slumber, the room bathed in the soft moonlight filtering through the apartment window...

Shinobi Traning ARC...