Vergil (Solo Training) {Private}

Speed training

Vergil layed in the comfort of his bed. As soon as the sun peeked though his window, he immediately got out of his bed. Rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. He walked towards the restroom and opened the door. He closed the door behind him and walked over towards the mirror. He stared at himself. His cold white eyes, stared back at him. He blinked a few times and exited the restroom and the house, he managed to grab his jacket before departing. It had been four years since, Vergil witnessed the death of his father. He was only twelve at the time, but still, the memory was stuck in his head. He remebered the cold stare that the Uchiha gave him as he killed his father mercilessly. The same night his sister too was killed, which even furthered the hatred he carried towards the Uchiha's. Now Vergil was only left with his mother. Though since the horrific incident Vergil's mother had become a shell. Everyday she just sits in the dining room chair and stairs, blankly, out the window. Seeing this everyday since then angered Vergil, to the point where he felt that he was going to erupt at any moment. When these times came he would quickly evacuate himself away from any forms of life, so to protect people from himself. Vergil was now storming through the village quickly, heading for the training grounds.

Vergil arrived at the training grounds his blood boiling so much, that his Byakugan activated on instinct from his anger. Vergil, ran over towards a training dummy that was already occupied by someone. The person looked alarmed to see Vergil running towards him, so the kid ran away. With the spot cleared, Vergil, slammed his fist into the dummy. He then retracted his fist, opened his hand so that his palm was showing, he then shoved his palm outwards towards the dummy. The dummy was sent flying backwards slighlty. Vergil was weak, so he knew he could not shove the dummy baackwards too far. He tightened his fist and began to strike the dummy quickly, hitting it in all of it's vital points it would have contained it it was a human being. He kept slamming and retracing his hand from the dummy for several minutes. He finally stopped when his anger inside of him, had boiled down to a tolerable amount. Vergil needed to become stronger and he knew it. He needed to protect his mother and destroy the Uchiha clan. To do that he would need to utilize his Clan's technique. The Gentle fist style. Though he was currently unable to do so. He guesed it would become natural once he furtherd his ablities, seperate from the ones he was born with. Vergil had never thought that he would ever become a ninja, but do to the events in his life he has had no choice, but to pick up the key and open the door to his clans powers. The Byakugan is truly a magnificent tool that Vergil wished to use some time in battle. Nothing could explain to the rush and high he felt whenever he activated the kekkai genkai. It felt as if the world was simple and everything was straight forward. He loved the feeling of having the upperhand on his opponent in a spar. Just by activating his kekkai Genkai he was instantly able to see all chakra points within a twenty feet radius of himself. Though sometimes he would not activate the Kekkai Genkai. He did not want to become too dependant on the Doujutsu. Though sometimes it was just too tempting to use.

Vergil stood in front of the dummy, taking long breaths he was fatigued and tired of training. Just when he was about to take a seat he felt a strange vibe around him. Vergil quickly activated his Byakugan and began to seach around him. He finally noticed someone to his right. Near his blind spot. Vergil took a deep breath and walked over towards the person and said.

"Come out I know you're there."

He waited for a response, but several minutes passed without the person revealing himself. He knew that he was not wrong because he could still see the persons chakra pathway system in front of him. Vergil grunted and took a step forward, the annoyance clear as day on his face.

"W- wait don't hurt me."

He heard the small voice say. Just a child. Vergil thought to himself. He was still warry on the fact that the kid had not revealed himself sooner. Which was a little odd to him. Had he been as pure as he sounds he would have shown himself sooner.

"Show yourself."

Vergil simply said to the kid. He was not willing to just barge into what could be a well organized trap. He waited, for the kid to reveal himself. Soon the kid stood up from behind the tree. He was small and frail, his arm the size of tooth picks. Vergil was about to dismiss the kid and turn around, until he saw something, he hated. The kid had darke red eyes with a tomoe in both of them.

"Uchihhha!"

Vergil said before jumpiong forward, leaping onto the kid. Once he was effectively on top of the kid he began to punch him in the face. He could feel some of the kids bones break under his fist. I'm so lucky. I;m so lucky. I'm so lucky. Vergil began to repeat obver and over again as he punched the kid. He had just come to the grounds to train and by luck he ran into a member of the Uchiha clan. This is the ultimate high. Vergil thought as he continued to punch the kid. When he was finally tired he looked down on the kid. He saw the damage he had done to the kid. His nose was twisted and some of his face bones were sticking through his skin. He noticed something weird though. The tomoe that was once in the kids eyes had vanished. Vergil looked around himself and saw an eye contact on the ground near him.

"You're a fake."

Vergil said as he got onto his feet. He did not feel guilt that the kid had been wrongfully beaten because he believed that it was the kid's fault. He should not have been walking around boasting that eye like it was nothing. Vergil began to walk away from the scene. He looked over his right shoulder once to examine the kid. Even though the tomoe was indeed that of the Uchiha clan. It was not the type of Sharringan he had seen on that fateful night. The one he had seen was called the mangekyou sharringan. Vergil smirked as he walked away back to his house, his jacket thrown over his shoulder. Vergil arrived to his house just before nightfall. As the sun went down he climbed towards the roof of his house. Sand blowing into his eyes, he ignored it and continued climbing until he reached the top. He was finally at the top. He walked towards the ledge near the front, he then sat down. He reflected on an old academy ninja experience he had long ago.

[Flash Back-short]

Vergil watched as the teacher walked towards the front of the class. He had a smug look on his face, which Vergil could not stand. Vergil rolled his eyes and flipped his hood onto his head. He then lowered his head on his desk and closed his eyes.

"Okay, pupils, I just want to quiz you guys on what you want to be when you grow up. Okay first is Aiko. What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"I want to protect my village and one day make the world a peaceful place to live in."

The teacher smiled at the girls response and each time he asked a student a question, he ended up with the same answer, taht is until he reached Vergil.

"Okay, last but not least, Vergil what do you want to be when you grow up?"

Vergil slowly raised his head and looked his teacher in the eye. "I want to destroy the Uchiha clan and become the strongest ninja to ever live. I do not care about world peace, I just want to live a peaceful life. I could care less how well the outside world is doing." When Vergil said these words the class went into an awakward silence.

[End, Flashback]

Virgil's answer from then to now had still not changed. He still does not care about anyone, but his family. Little there of. He just wants to live a peaceful life, even if it is only him living it. Virgil gazed out at the moon and activated his Byakugan as he stared out at it.

WC: 1486 +14 Jp. All stats go to speed.

Byakugan level 2 unlocked.

Approved and awarded accordingly

Vergil silently sulked through the streets of Sunagakure. Both of his hands in his pockets, with his head down. He would occasionaly glance up to look at a passing villager. He thought to himself. If only the people of the village knew how dangerous the outside world really is. If only they knew that at any given moment the life they had worked to hard for, the family that they had raised and protected for many years, could be ruined in an instant. Just because one believed he had the power and ability to do so. This angered Vergil. He hated people that abused their power, to make it harder on others. Though he still did not care too much, as long as he and his mother were not targeted by the power grabbers in the world. If such a thing would to happen, Vergil hoped that at the time he would have enough strength to destroy anyone who attempted to harm him or his mother. She is the only family he has left, and he would do anything to ensure her life is well lived, until the day she passes away. Vergil sighed as he made it to the training grounds. He was intent on training his Bykaugan today. The infamous Dojutsu of the Hyuga clan. Something that Vergil was sure he would need in order to become the strong person he wished to be. Vergil stood still and looked forwards, at the darkening horizen. It was beginning to become colder outside as the night drew nearer. He prefered the night time over the day time, just because the days in Sunagakure could become so hot and long. Though during the night it was cooler and things seemed more lively around the village. Vergil waited until the moment felt just right, he then activated his Byakugan. He had recently furthered his Byakugans range, so that his field of vision with the dojutsu was now thirty-five feet. He could already feel his blood rising just by activating the dojutsu. Vergil would begin to prepare himself for his future trainining of the gentle fist fighting style of his clan. He would squate a little, slightly bending his knees. He would then move his left leg backwards while keeping his right leg planted on the ground. He would raise his arms and begin to mimick the famous gentle fist fighting style. He felt so free while performing the moves. His parents had always hidden his talents from him. They had made him promise all the time not to activate his Byakugan unless it was an absulute emergency. He often wondered while his parents hid his clans techniques from him. Though he knew the true reason behind their actions. All they wanted was for him to have a nowmal life. To not be a killer like they were because they knew that the byakugan was a killing instrument and the gentle fist fighting style was a killing technique. Sometimes Vergil wondered what would have happened that night, when his father was attacked, if he had his training earlier. He may have been able to stop the man and kill him. Saving his father and sisters life along with his mother's sanity. What a corrupt world it was. Where only the rich had power and the poor were left with nothing, besides the left overs, left behind by the people with power. Indeed it was at times confusing. If only a world could be made where everyone was equal. Where not one person possessed enough power to take control of another. If only, Vergil thought. Though that type of thinking would get you killed, Vergil knew. He also knew that nothing was worth dying for in this world. All he could hope for is power to protect just himself. He did not care about protecting people and helping the chance of world peace occuring. All of the others that had tried at that had failed miserably. So what was the point in attempting to achieve the impossible. Vergil thought all of these things while flowing the Gentle fist technique. The thing he lacked in the most was his strength, but the thing he needed the most was for his chakra was to increase. Otherwise he knew that he would be unable to perform the gentle fist technique.

Vergil was so confused. He stopped thinking for the moment and got out of his gentle fist stance. He walked out of the training grounds towards the forest. He was looking for something to practice his technique on. He passed many small delicate animals, killing them all. Though they did not quench his thirst of power. He was searching for something more grand. Something that would provide him a challenge to defeat, something or someone. Vergil rounded the forest and was about to call it quits when he heard a human voice. Vergil turned around and with malice in his voice he said,

"Finally."

Vergil bent down in his fighting stance and measured up the person in fron of him. It was a kid, that appeared to be lost. Though for some reason Vergil felt that the kid was more dangerous than he seemed. Thee was some sort of vibe the kid was giving off, a deadly one at that. Though Vergil did not care how small the person, in order to get stronger he would need to fight daily. Vergil smirked a little as he launched himself forward at the slim and pale kid. He thrusted his palm forwards quickly, at the kids chest. The kid was knocked off balance, just a little. But a little was more than Vergil needed. He ran forwards towards the kid and ducked quickly he then shot his right leg up at the kids jaw, knocking him into the air. With the kid now suspended in the air, Vergil would focus his chakra into his feet to leap into the air. Suspended above the kid he would spin around in a circle with his heel aiming for the temple of the kid. With enough force behind it to kill the kid. The kick would connect and the kid would fly to the ground, once he hit the ground a large crater the size of hisa body would be formed. He laid inside it. Vergil landed on the ground and looked at the kid with a smile on his face. He was happy with his handy work. He walked over towards the kid, who now laid in a crater and stared down at him. And to think I did not even have to activate my Byakugan. Vergil would think as he stared down at the dead kid.

"Hahahaha... hahahaha."

Vergil would begion to turn around, prepared to leave until he heard the laughter coming from behind him. He would turn around slowly to investigate the noise. He would look down into the crater where the kid had lain and notice that the kid was gone. Where? Vergil would think before feeling a fist shove into his back, pushing him forward ten meters. Vergil would notice that the person attacking him was the same kid he had just easily defeated. Vergil would stare at the kid from ten meters away. He would then activate his Byakugan for the first time against the kid. He did not even have to carefully search for the kid chakra signature, because it was boiling out of him. From this Vergil could tell that the kid was a force to be reckoned with. Vergil would take off and begin to run away from the battle. Though he knew he would return later to defeat the kid. While he was running a large ball of fire would seemingly fall from the sky towarads his direction. The ball of fire was large, but it was moving slow, Vergil simply dodged it by curving his body towards the right. He kne he had to get out of the situation he was in quickly. He began to look around him, when he noticed that in the sky there were even more fire balls launching at him. Vergil found a way to quickly maneauver around the fire balls and when he was finally ready to face the kid head to head he noticed that the kid was gone. vergil took this moment to escape from the forest, though he hoped he could return to defeat the kid.

Vergil woke up the next morning, his entire body screaming in agony. He removed his right arm from the cover to reach out and grab his headband. He rolled over out of the small bed and he placed the headband in the back of his pants. He had never really cared about the headband he had recieved upon graduating the academy. To him it was just a material object that heald no more power than the other clothes he was wearing. All he wanted from his village is for it to help make him stronger, nothing more. Vergil, quietly walked through the streets of the village with his head down. He finally arrived to the training grounds, where he saw a very familiar face. It was aman who was also a member of the hyuga clan. Vergil was too excited too see him, though he hated other people he always has had love for his family. No matter how distant he was from them, to him, family was family no matter what. Vergil walked over to the midle aged man and gave him a firm hug. He then stepped back and looked at the man and said,

"I need your help. I need you to help me improve my fighting technique, so that I will be able to defeat an oponent at close rang. So.. can you help me?"

Vergil said all of this quickly without taking any breaths. He was ashamed to have to ask another peson for help, when it came to fighting. Though he knew deep down that he could trust the person in front of him. The man smiled slightly when he looked at Vergil and said,

"Well I have nothing better to do. So... when should we get started."

Before the man could finish his sentence Vergil had activated his Byakugan andbegun to attack him. He swung his right fist at the man, attempting to punch him in the chin, the man simply side stepped to the right easily avoiding the attack. Vergil the faked a punch with his left hand, he then swung his right fist forwards aiming at the chest of the man. The man again dodged the attack. The fight was beginning to anoy Vergil just a little. Though there was something about the fight that the man did not know, Vergil was holding his true speed back. Once he felt that the man was being to lax he struck the man quickly with his right palm. His palm slammed into the nose of the man causing just a small trickle of blood to appear. Vergil did not wait to see the man's reaction or give him time to respond. Vergil leaped into the air and slammed his right leg down onto the head of the man. He struck him many more times until the man could not take any more. He was on the ground, so Vergil reacher out his left hand to help pick the man up. The man was not ashamed and Vergil knew why. The man was an Experse in the use of the Gentle fist technique, so he could have ended the fight at any moment if he wanted to do so. Once the man wa standing on his feet he looked into the eyes of Vergil and said,

"You are just like your father. That cold glare. Take what you have learned from this spar and go out and get who ever it is you are after."

Vergil smirked slightly and walked away from the man. He raised his right hand a little signaling a thanks. He was happy that he had got to learn something from the spar. What he had learned was that, although he was not strong he still possessed enough speed to strike multiple times before a reaction. He would have to use this in the battle against the kid. The only adavantage the kid had against him was that the kid was a ninjutsu specialist, which meant that he could fire long and mediam range attacks before Vergil would be able to respond. Vergil was hoping for this as he entered the forest once again. He looked around and he immediately noticed the small boy. Waisting no time he created a clone of himself as he ran towards the boy. He and the clone both switched places. Vergil could already see the confused look on the kid's face. Vergil ran forwards towards the kid and kicked out at him. His clone did the same thing. The kid lifted up his left hand to fend off the clone, not knowing that Vergil was on his right side. Vergil kicked quickly three times. They were the fastest kicks he had ever done. As the kid stumbled backwards Vergil continued his pursuit. He slammed his heel into the face of the kid and repeatedly hit the kid in the chest with the palms of his hands. Vergil could see the surprised expression on the kids face. Vergil then did the replacement technique. Coming behind the kid he kicked him in the groin, To him in a fight there were no rules. Vergil continued to kick the kid and after a long moment where the kid was unresponsived Vergil continued to attack him. After Vergil was done the kid was beaten within an inch of his life. His face was swolen and you could obviously see the bruises. Vergil just smirked a little as he walked away. Behind hiom he heard a poof noise he had known all along that the fight was not over and that he had been fighting a clone. He just wanted to send a message. He knows that when he is even more stronger he would attack the kid, this time the real him. Vergil walked back to his home determined to become stronger.

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-Level 3 Byakugan Unlocked

- 11 stats 23 jp

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Byakugan Training

What an unfair world we live in indeed. Vergil thought to himself as he walked through the slums of the village. To his right a man was being beat and to his left were a group of thugs that looked like they had nothing better to do than make Vergil's life a living hell. Vergil saw them and quickly tried to avoid them. He slouched his shoulders and quickened his pace as he walked pass the thugs. They were not having that. They intercepted Vergils path and stood firmply there daring Vergil to try and attempt to pass them. Vergil figured he better handle the situation before it esculated out of control. "What's the problem?" Vergil would say as he looked each of the thugs in their eyes. They sneered at Vergil and begin to walk towards him. Vergil activated his byakugan when he saw them move. When they looked into Vergil's eyes and the veins surrounding them, they all ran away afraid of the lone hyuga. Vergil sighed as he deactivated his byakugan. Even in the pass all he had to do to make someone run away was to activate his clans dojutsu. Even though he hated using it in fights to gain an advantage. Some times it was necessary to just use the Dojutsu to get scum out of his way.

Vergil arrived to his home and slouched on the couch. His mother had not been feeling well lately so she stayed in the room more than often. It was almost like Vergil was living alone. His mother had not said a single word to him in years. He had gotten used to it though, even more of a reason to eliminate the Uchiha clan from the earth. Vergil picked up a scroll and began to read its contents. He was reading more on the Gentle Fist style, since his parents had refused to teach him his clans famous fighting style. Through his reading he learned that apparently in order to perform the fighting style sucessfully he had to have chakra equal to that of a Jounin. This was a bit nerve wrecking to Vergil because whenever he trainined he focused on his speed and let chakra and the others take a back seat. He had forgotten that if he had chakra he could be even more dnagerous in fights. Chakra allowed people to perform various jutsus of different ranks. Though for him to have to have the chakra stats close to a Jounin had to mean that the technique he would learn from his training, would be even stronger than he could predict. The thought of killing off the Uchiha clan with the fighting style of his clan was just mouth watering. He could already see himself standing over the corpses of the slain Uchiha clan.

Vergil furthured his reading and found out something possibly even more important. Apparently a long time ago the entire Uchiha clan had been wiped out by... an Uchiha!! Vergil laughed aloud as he read this part of the scroll which documented important times in history. Vergil was still laughing as he read on into the scroll. He finished the scroll by midnight and exited the house. He felt a small tingle on his neck and he lifted his hand to touch it. Oh that's right, thats right, the brother hood thingy. Vergil thought as he rubbed his neck. He had recently joined an organizetion of strong men in the village. They promised to make him stronger and to show his allegiance to the group he had to undergo the transfering of a curse mark onto his body. This would allow him to communicate telepathically with the other members in the group. He could also summon them to his side in times that he needed them. This would come in handy if he ever decided to attack. It would also help him get out of tight areas especially in fights where he was at a disadvantage. All he would hvae to do was summon them as backup to help him do whatever.

Vergil smiled to himself as he walked towards the training grounds. It was pitchblack outside. A Normal person would not be able to see a thing, but since Vergil had the byakugan he had no reason to worry about the night. He activated his byakugan and used it to guide him through the village as he walked around. He finally came upon the training grounds and just as he suspected not a single person was there. He walked forwards towards thr center of the grounds and begin to flow his body in a movement that was foreign to him. This was his first time actully using his clans gentle fist fighting style. Although he was a long ways behind before he would be able to use it in battle. Vergil thought about fighting many opponents and what would be best fighting style. He had always been a prodege in taijutsu so that was the path that was always easier for him to follow. Though currently he began to wonder on his future and what other style he would wish to specialize in. He had always wanted to specialize in space and time. A place where he could create his own separate demension. He would like to make a place specifically for those in his clan. A place where they could relax and spend all of their time discussingthe things of the clan.


Though before that Vergil knew that he would have to improve his skills as a ninja. This ninja stuff was indeed new to him afterall. Had he been training the way he was now for years he would already be considered a deadly person. Though he had not been training for long. It was true he was sixteen, but he had the skills of a Genin. Which was embarassing for someone his age. Others his age were already at high ranks in the village. Some were Jounin, Anbu and sometimes kids his age were already considered close to the kage or sannin. Vergil sighed as he continued to move his body following the gentle fist style. He was truly pathetic as a ninja. The strongest thing about him was his goals. If he could only achieve those he would be happy even if he were downgraded as an academy student for all he cared. The destruction of the clan that destroyed his family was the only thing he could see clear as day. He would take his time killing them all off one by one. Until none of them stood alive. Vergil stopped training the gentle fist style and took a short break. He figured that it would be best for him to take a walk and clear his mind. He walked through the village his feet softly grazing the sand. it was colder at night and hot during the day even the weather was confusing, he thought as he walked through the streets of his village. Vergil remembered often as a kid playing in the sand, he fount it fascinating that something so small could create a foundation strong enough for people to walk on and there were so many grains of the sand. He doubted even the most high person would be able to count the grains of sand in all the village. He pondered while looking down at the sand as he walked.

Not paying attention he bumped into a person in front of him. It was a solid figure and immediately after bumping into the person he was flung backwards from the impact. Vergil rubbed his temples as he stood back up to find no one in front of him. That was strange.. I could have sworn that there was someone here. As soon as Vergil finished this thought a lady ran towards him, she was speaking so fast that it was hard for Vergil to understand. "Slow down. Now tell me what's wrong." Vergil said to the small woman standing in front of him. "A man broke in my house and stole something from me." Vergil listened attentively as she spoke letting it all sink in. "How did he look?" Vergil asked the woman. "I can never forget his eyes, they were red and they had this weird form." Vergil raised his head and his eyes widened as she said this. He then took off running, he did not know where he was going, but he knew that the uchiha had to be somewhere within the village. He lept from house to house and even though he was tired he still kept moving. His body would not let him simply stop after knowing it was close to an Uchiha.

After hours of searching he could not find the person. It then dawned on him that the person he bumped into had to have been the uchiha. The strength of the man's body, it was harder than a rock, truly intimidating. This would make any ordinary person back off, but Vergils hatred for the murderous clan drove him forward. He knew as he was now he would be toyed with in a fight with a an uchiha. He gave up the search and headed back to the training field. Even though his stomach was growling and his legs feeling heavier and heavier as he walked, he knew that he had to find a way to get stronger and fast. If only someone from the group he had recently joined was free. He could train with them and become stronger. though currently from what he was feeling through the curse mark no one was free, everyone was busy doing there on thing on their own. Vergil stood once agin at the center of the training grounds, he began to practice the gentle fist style once more. Though this time he had his byakugan activated. It was up to level three, which meant he was one more from mastery. This would be the fastest anyone in his family ever activated all stages of their byakugan. Though he was older than any of them. Which meant he was mentally stronger and wiser. He understood the basics that a child could not even begin to comprehend. He hoped to recive praise from his mom, but she was a shell, she did not even know what day it was without Vergil stating it as he left the house. Vergil head a step behind him and turned around to the direction of the noise, it was a little girl walking with her brother by her side. Vergil turned back around, his heart hurt. He began to reflect on the death of his younger sister. She was just a toddler, she had not deserved the harsh treatment she recieved in her short lived life. Vergil wondered what she would be like if she was still alive. Would she be a young rebelious teen, or a respectful lady. These thoughts taunted him and made him furious that she was taken from him. Maybe she could have restored their mothers condition if she was alive. Vergil shrugged at the thoughts he was having. No matter how much he thought about the situation he could never bring them back. All he could do while he was alive was bring them company in the afterlife and to one day join them. He smiled at the thought of accomplishing his goals. Though others may have saw them as far fetched dreams and compared him to a child and label him foolish. Vergil did not care. In fact he did not care if the eath burned to the ground and everyone died, as long as he and his family were alive.. he did not care.


Vergil collapsed to the ground, he had been training for hours and without water. He walked over towards a small cabin not to far from the training grounds. He knocked on the door and saw that no one answered. His patience was beginning to become thin. After waiting a few more minutes and still no one came to the door. He walked towards the back of the cabin and lowered a bucket downwards in a well. He filled the bucket and began to pull it back up. He drank from the bucket and began to exit the place when a man stepped out in front of him. "What are you doing back there?" He said to Vergil his hand pointed a cenimeter from the face of the uneasy teen. Vergil quickly reached out and grabbed his finger. He then quickly kicked the man several times in his face. They were all direct and precisely where Vergil was aiming for. The man slumped down to the ground, his body bruised and battered. The damage was not too bad since Vergil was not that strong. Though the quickness and accuracy of the kicks were well enough to make up for his lack of strength. Vergil had not meant to harm the man, but it was self defense. The man had invaded Vergil's person space by placing his finger near his face, and Vergil with the short temper he had was unable to resist the urge to teach the man a lesson. Vergil had got what he wanted so he left the cabin and walked back towards the training grounds. He stood again in the center of the training grounds. His body now warmed up completely from the days training. He lept into the air and kicked his right leg out in a spinning motion and landed two meters from his original location. With the wind now blowing over the training grounds sand flying everywhere, some landed in his eye. He lifted his hands on instinct to remove the foreign sand from his eyes, when he got and idea, He had always been using his byakugan, maybe so much that he had forgotten how to fight without it. So he figured for now he would let the annoying sand remain in his eye. He relaxed as much as he could and began to mimick fighting motions. His heands held out on front of him he began to perform quick jabs first with his right followed by his left. He would then began to kick out at the air in front of him. While training he would enter his mind subconsiously. It's strange how things come together. Out of all of the people he knew he had never once met someone like himself. Someone with ambition and goals that were almost blasphemous. If he ever did happen to come across someone like himself, he would hope to be able to befriend them and become even stronger. Though this was unlikely to happen. In order to accomplish his goals he would need to have no baggage slowing him down. Anyone he was emotionally attatched to he would need to let go that included his mom. Vergil thought about this and realizede what he had to do to keep his mom from being used against him. He stopped his training and wiped the sand from his eyes. He then left the training grounds, determined to prove that he was serious bout his goal of defeating the uchiha clan. He slid open the door to his house silently and saw his mother sitting in a chair directly in front of the door. He walked over to her and drew his hand back, his fingers stretched and ready to do work. He activated his byakugn as he stared down on his mother. Just as he was about to stab forwards woith his fingers, his mothers eyes opened. His finger stopped in front of her eyes as she starred at him. "What are you doing." The weak voice from his mother said. This was the first time she had spoken to him in years. "You know what I must do." There was a moment of silence between the two, his mother than said, "Do it, send me to my husband and daughter." Vergil stayed quiet and said, "I love you." He then slammed his palm into the temple of his mother, knocking her out of her chair onto the floor. She fell with a loud thump that seemed to echo everywhere. He fell to his knees and began to sob. There was no turning back now, not even if he wanted to do so.

Vergil stood on top of his roof and starred out at the entire village and the walls surrounding it. He activated his byakugan to see more cleary. For some reason it appeared that he could see even further than normal with his byakugan eyes. Perhaps he had mastered the dojutsu in its entirety. Vergil sighed as he looked and studied each visable part of his village from the top of his roof. His heart was aching and his sould saddened. He truly loved no one now. No one that was alive at least. He was alone, all alone in this unfair and cruel world. That seemed to be never changing. Always repeating history. Vergil leapt from his roof and fell the ten feet drop, he channeled chakra into his feet to somewhat shield his bones from the sudden jolt. He also began to notice that he moved alot quicker than before. His chakra too seemed to be more than before. Maybe this was the gift of his Dojutsu. It was truly a beautiful thing. Though he would have to use it to infict harm against all of those whom wronged him in the past and in the future. It dimmed on Vergil that he was slowly becoming bored with training by himself. Maybe next time he would train with someone else. Maybe someone from his group he had joined. Along as it made him stronger he did not care. He thought all of this as he walked through the village. His feet treading aginst the sand as he walked.. headed towards nowhere.

[Word Count: 3012, Byakugan level 4 unlocked, 15 stats, 30 Jp]

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Gentle Fist Training

The time had come. The time for Vergil to begin to practice his gentle fist fighting style in actual combat. He greatly anticipated the mastery of the technique. He rolled out of the bed and walked through the quiet house. It had been about a week since he killed his mother. He buried her body deep inside of the sand. Not before removing her byakugan eyes. He had planned on destroying them today. He looked over towards the counter At where the eyes sat in a jar. Vergil opened the jar and dumped the eyes onto the floor. He then stomped on the eyes, squishing them quickly. His heart had gone cold. After performing this action he knew that he was truly alone. He exited the house silently leaving his Sunagakure headband on the floor. He did not care about the village, as long as his life was not in pending danger he did not give a damn. Vergil walked towards the training grounds, his hands in his pockets and his head upright. He made eye contact with everyone he passed by. Giving them a cold glare, so strong that it made one man shudder. He arrived at the training grounds. The hot sun beaming down upon him. It was almost as if someone had been holding a magnifying glass to his body with the sun reflecting through it. He decided that he could not train in such hard conditions, so he began to strip down until his chest was bare. That's better, he thought. Vergil than began to flow his body in the famous gentle fist style, except now he had the skill level to perform the techniques in battle. The technique he would be practicing today was, Eight Trigrams Sixty Four Palms. This technique was not as deadly as the others he had heard of and would learn in the future, but it would come in handy in situations where he did not want to waste too much chakra. It could also slow down the target long enough for Vergil to finish him off. This was perfect. Everything was layed out in front of him. All he had to do next was master the gentle fist techniques.

He walked forwards towards a trainng dummy.He realaxed his body and began to mimick the famous gentle fist techniques. He began to slam his hands into the body of the dummy while saying, "Two palms, Four palms. eight palms, sixteen palms, thirty two palms." He then fell to his knees. His body was filled with fatigue and he was taking in deep breaths. On his first attempt at performing the jutsu he got all the way up to thirty two strikes against the dummy. He had not even thought he could get that far, but the fact that he failed when he was so close to completion of the technique. Though the one thing he could not deny was the rush he felt while performing the technique, is somehow felt... natural. That might be as expected since it is a technique made for those in his clan. He began to think to himself as he rested, taking a break from the some what harsh training he had been doing. 'This will be my first step at reaching my goals. I'm not strong enough yet, but soon I will be, until then I'll let them prepare themselves. Vergil smiled just a little as he thought of this. He then stood back up onto his feet. Enough of the resting. He thought to himself. He then began to walk back towards the training dummy. He inhaled deeply and began to, once again, slam his palms into the chest of the dummy while saying, "Two palms, Four palms, Eight palms, Sixteen palms, thirty two palms. He then swung his body around three hundred sixty degrees and said, SIXTY FOUR PALMS!!" Both of his palms slammed into the dummy at a crazy speed, with the final blow knocking it backwards onto the ground. Vergil had not noticed the small crowd that had developed round him as he was training and when he did notice the people around him, he was infuriated. He felt as though he was being starred at, like some kind of freak. He slowly full up to his full height and he starred at the crowd until they all went away. He deactivated his byakugan and began to walk towards the gates of the village. His hand reached up towards his neck where the ninja known as Nero had placed a curse mark at. He planned on meeting with them on the next time he went out to train. It had been around since he met up weith them, and he hoped to meet the others in the group to judge them. Though Nero did say that they were attempting to gather rare clan members, so he wondered what if an uchiha was in the organization he had recently joined? He doubted he's hold back if he ever met the red eyed fool that unluckily crossed paths with him. As long as he was able to control his temper long enough as to not anger the others in the group. He would indeed kill the uchiha, that is if one happed to be in the group. Vergil sighed as he thought of all of this. He rubbed his temple with his hands, an old habbit he had whenever he became slightly stressed.

Vergil figured he would from now on not train solo. He figured it was hindering his growth process with his group. After all he would need to practice his techniques in actual combat. He knew that simulated combat had nothing against the real thing. He was greatly anticipating the time when he would get to spar with an opponent that was worth sparring against. He did not want to waste his time with just anyone. The person he chose had to be a great fighter, someone that would bring out the best in Vergils fighting. If only such a person existed.

Word Count: 1018, Eight Trigrams Sixty Four Palms unlocked, 5 stats, 10 jp

Flashback Training

Vergil stood and watched as his father was paralyzed, but what he would sson know to be a Genjutsu. The red eyed devil smiled and licked his lips as he beheaded Vergil's father right in front of him. The blood gushed from his dad's head, right into his face. At this moment Vergil activated his Byakugan. He was only ten and he knew nothing about fighting. So all he could do was watch as his family was murdured right in front of him. He had no other choice. The weakness of his strength had placed him in this position. If I only je were stronger. Maybe he could have done something to help. Maybe, jst maybe, they did not have to die in such a way.

The Next Day

Vergil stood over the grave of his father and his sister. His eyes dry and emotionless, as he looked down on the grave. His mother did not even try to comfort him, instead she stood behind him silently crying. After few minutes of starring down on his family he walked away, his emotions suddenly getting the greater of him. The young Vergil strode through the streets of Suna, his rage boiling and he felt that at any moment he would explode and lash out on the person nearest to him. Some of the villagers noticed this and they began to widen the street for him trying to stay out of his way. Though one kid must not have noticed or felt the murderous intent of Vergil. For he carelessly walked in front of Vegil and bumped straight into him. Vergil whatched as the kid flung backwards slightly. Vergil drew back his right fist and punched out at the face of the kid. The hit landed and sent the kid back furthur. Vergil then leapt into the air and kicked out at the kid. He did not know where thie atleticism was coming from all of a sudden. It had not been long ago that his parents had forbid him of any use of his clan's techniques. They had attempted to shelter him from this amazing ability...this feeling. Vergil thought as he thrusted his open palm at the nose of the kid. Behind the blow he heard a small pop and blood gushed out into the face of Vergil. This only made Vergil even madder, this warm feeling on his face, reminded him of the event that had taken place the night before. Vergil drew back his fist one more time and slam.."Stop this.' A familiar voice said behind Vergil. Vergil turned around to see the face of his mother. "Mom." Vergil said before a quick slap slammed across his face, knocking him backwards several meters. He had underestimated his mom. He had forgotten that long ago she served as an anbu for this very village. At this time the crowd was gone and alone stood Vergil and his mother. "Do you take delight in hurting others?!" "N-" Vergil began to say before his mother cut him off again. "Do you want to be a killer VERGIL?" There was a moment of silence between the two and suddenly out of know where Vergil spoke, "Yes." A loud shrief of grief came from his mother, as she realized that Vergil was no longer a kid driven by curiosity and adventure. Instead that was replaced with a murderous drive and a hate for the Uchiha clan. Vergil quickly departed from his mother. He did not want anything to do with her.

[Flashback end]

Vergil thought back on all of this as he practiced his fighting style. His palms repeatedly striking the dummy un front of him. Was this what he had become a person filled with hate> Whatever it was he welcomed it, as long as it made him stronger, strong enough to accomplish his goals. Vergil smiled as he slammed his fist iinto the dummy. The time when he could get revenge was enticing indeed... He could not wait for it. What would happen at the moment that he would come face to face with the person that killed his father, he did not know what would happen. Even if he died fighting an Uchiha, he did not care, as long as he died knowing that he stood for what he believed to the end. Then all would be well. Though until then, he would train and attempt to gain the strength of a God. Once this was accomplished he would unleash his hatred upon the Uchiha clan as a whole. Know matter how young or old. Helpless or strong. Girl or boy. They will all die at the hands of Vergil. In due time these events he was thinking of, he knew that they would become true...soon enough.

Wc:805

+4 stats and 8 Jp

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