The Bombarding Tale of Yukan

Yukan had awoken from his sleep, in his empty house. His family had all went on vacation together, leaving the "main man", "king of the house", or whatever to guard it at all costs. Yukan's dad began to start pushing more and more on responsiblity, and more and more Yukan wanted to quit. It was ironic, on one day he expressed his Dad his feelings on holding everyone's life and knowing you'll have to cut a few strings. Yukan's dad only chuckled, and nearly laughed his ass off to the comment. It was true, that many leaders did have to cut strings, maybe even whole sections of a root. Ninja were only tools and pawns being used for the purpose of the King, and the King was not the very next generation but the king was the leader of the nation. Hokage, Kazekage, Raikage, whatever -kage there was it didn't matter. Maybe you could even make Otokage or Amekage, minor nations to minor nations. But the lands only had peace and balance for awhile, until an over powering lord known as Viper Uchiha seized rule of many minor countries. Not all of them, but most of them. The ones with people, the ones who died. One of the most famous stories, was the day the tornado village was conquered. It was completely annhilated with one katon technique, the entire village, by a Konohagakure shinobi who took the seat of Hokage after Viper Uchiha. Yukan did not believe in this type of violence, he wanted to maintain peace and then again he wanted to maintain lots of things. There was no "bad guys", just those with crooked ideals in life, it was a whole concept which were not completely different but in another system or mood. Why am I explaining all of this to you? Well, it doesn't really matter actually. Yukan was lying on his bed, looking at the cieling. His parents had left the other day, and he had the whole place to himself. He got out of bed and did the normal morning things, brushed his teeth, took a shower, got dressed. Putting on his everyday clothes, he was ready to bolt through the door but he noticed an ancient amulent on his desk downstairs. It was one out of three of the artifacts of the Spirit of Yaku, which eh had read in the Book of Magestia. The very book which had much, much, much, much, much information which he had possession of. The information could trigger access to exotic and supernatural summonings, supplementary artifacts for combat, and knowledge of wild life from the past. It was times like these when Yukan wished he could sit down and study, but he wasn't alone. It was the dead of night, did I not say that? His father had entrusted him with there house for a sole purpose, to survive. The house was under attack, was he going to survive? The sole purpose was to survive, but the reasaoning was to train him. His father had told him to survive no matter what, Yukan didn't understand at first but he grasped it. He put the book in a pocket which was in his jacket, and peered out the window. There was an odd limped man, putting his hands up against the window. He had many pimples and possible achne all over his face, and a very long noise. The man tried to pierce the glass with his long finger nails but failed to even do so and his finger nails dug into his own skin and he bled more and more. Yukan wondered if he could cover groumd, he didn't want to destroy the house and they didn't want to either. They were coming for the thing he possesed. They were a gang, an organization, a groupie. They wanted the book, the book of Magestia. They wouldn't harm the house, they weren't stupid. Yukan then opened a trap door, and the one on the window began to moan loudly. He knew that the long search for the house was over, and that Yukan would escape. He went underneath the house, picking up a candle and a kinder he lite the small candle with the kinder abd scouted the way. Yukan had no idea what the path in front of him led, but something went through his brain at that moment. The amulent! It was around his neck. He had not charged it! Maybe at this moment, if he could charge it. Yukan did a few fancy hand signs, then began transferring and carefully placing chakra into the amulent one by one. Earlier before he saw the men he had been studying on how to do so. The more chakra he transferred the more it was charged, and at a decent level of twenty-five chakra stats. After storing the chakra he took the candle and lit the path in front of him, venturing into the unknown...To be continued.

[829 words. Sorry for spelling errors, I'm not myself today]
4 Stats
8 JP
+Stored 25 chakra into Spirit of Yaku (Neck)

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