The fruits of our labor

The soft wind blowing along his skin rustling the tree’s right behind his family's home. He could tell that his mother was cooking something, perhaps in some sort of celebration over the fact that his father was slowly reaching higher on the library totem pole. Now becoming one of the many head librarians around the small prefecture that they lived in. The emerald blades of grass swaying with each rhythmic shift of the wind's own position. Toran carefully unsheathes the katana strapped to his back. The sleek silver shining in the afternoon rays, the sun slowly beginning to set on the old day approaching rapidly. The slight curve of the blade made it intimidating to grasp. The instructions from the vendor who had sold him the Katana was pretty clear. The sword required that he infuse his chakra directly into it in order to bond with the blade itself, that Toran was the only one who could wield this blade while in combat if he was able to bond with it. A slight smirk appeared on the Uchiha’s face, one of new found confidence in the new weapon that he had.

“Hopefully Morio won’t be too mad if I make this my weapon for right now.”

Grasping the hilt with both of his hands, the young Uchiha made sure to begin slowly infusing his chakra into the blade itself. Wanting to get a feeling for it, to fully bond with it through his own chakra pouring into it. A light reddish glow emanated from the blade itself, slowly beginning to bond with the young Uchiha that had purchased the chakra bonding sword. The blade edge had a luster that he had not seen right in front of him, the vendor giving him a pretty good deal on it in exchange for a few pieces of coin. Missions was how he got most of that money from, and now he was using the fruits of his own labor to attain a new weapon, along with potentially honing his sword skills in the meantime. The blade's edge slowly began to change, the shining steel being replaced by a purplish glow at the end, followed by the rest of the blade being covered in black, like ink had been poured all over it. Staining the once shining blade of steel with black and purple at the edge. He felt a sudden tug, like his chakra was now a part of a new being, of being a part of this new kind of blade, this feeling coursed through his veins like fire on oil. He finally had a weapon that he could call his own, yet a name for it was to come in due time, or for when he decided to commission a weapon be made for him by his own teammate. The scent of cooking oils and spices filled his senses. Hearing the ringing of his own mothers voice shouting from the house for Toran to return home. Life was slowly beginning to return back to normal, he would finally be able to relax for a moment, allowed to spread out his legs and simply relax with the rest of his family.

Although the subject of why exactly he was preparing was certainly something he did not want to discuss with his parents so idly. He didn't want them to have to continue worrying about him like always. Toran wanted them to be happy to have a boy like him, someone that could at least hold his own inside of a fight and would fight for the village and its people. He would not allow something like the invasion to happen again. There was nothing more that he wanted then to rectify the issue of what had happened on that day. How the village was nearly on the brink of destruction. His eyes wandered into the kitchen, his father already helping out with serving out the soup and ramen along with the small bits of meat and vegetables that his mother had made. Homemade ramen was simply the best thing that Toran could ask for on a day like this, that he could still simply relax while his mind was put off on what he was planning on attempting. Only that now they could all relax while he was busy dealing with his own thoughts and feelings on the matter. Knowing fully well that he wished to reach the same heights as Morio and Yamato. Then he must study more on ninjutsu and what the Uchiha clan holds as one of the most prolific and well known clans of all times. He would have to think about his own clan's abilities besides just their use of Genjutsu, something that he knew was their main aspect of their eyes. Yet he wanted to push higher than just that of genjutsu, he wasn’t even that good at it, instead finding that of Ninjutsu and Kenjutsu to be more his style of combat. His thoughts had wandered while he hung up the blade that he had just bonded with, some of his chakra still floating around the area with his father taking a close glance at the blade itself, his mother doing the same as they noticed that Toran seemed to have grown so much in the past few months. Yet Toran’s main focus right now, was to simply enjoy his meal.

“Itadakimasu!”

With that, the family was able to dig in and enjoy the festivities of the spookiest time of the year.

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Perhaps it was for the best that Toran was left alone to his own devices for right now, he was able to fully bond with the blade he purchased. Noting the weight of it shifting in his hands with each movement of his wrist. It felt almost weightless, either that or that was due to the strength that he now possessed with being a fully fledged ninja even as a genin. Noting fully well that with the sword's bonding of him did come with the permanent change of the blades shape and color shifting slightly to match the users own chakra and will. The blackened metal sucked up any sunlight that was within Toran’s own range, it made him wonder if this was a reflection of who he truly was, a darkened soul stained with the new eyes that had granted him the power of the god of flames. The thought that he was given these types of powers due to the Mangekyo sharingan, remembering how Hikari had warned him of never using them, shifting his weight to one side, resting his body against a tree. Thinking primarily on how he had finally eaten with his own family instead of showing up hours after they had already gone to bed. His sword planted into the ground, the sheen of the blade was still looking brand new, Toran had never used a blade like this before, training with it was certainly a must for him to continue on his path.

A simple sword strike was easy for him to remember. Two hands, one over the other, palms gripping tight on the handle. The small rubbing of his palms, eyes focused on the air itself before came the sudden step forwards, and with that came a sudden slash downwards. Noting that the blade still felt weightless to him, was it normal for the blade to be this easy to swing around. His feet shifted around as he kept on focusing on the simple swings that were aimed to deflect and then retort with his own vertical or horizontal slash. Most attacks were aimed to either attack the chest, stomach, or neck, He found it was much easier for him to move and use his feet to move around the small field he found himself. Perhaps it was a bit weird for him to be training all alone, yet he didn’t know if Morio or anyone else with a sword would want to train with him. He didn’t even know where the hell Yamato or even Tsuna was. His thoughts flashed back towards the embarrassing display by Yamato. How easily Tsuna dismantled his sensei in the middle of the battlefield, that showing made him think more now on how to not underestimate an opponent, especially someone that could simply kill you with his own sword without a care in the world.

Those thoughts returned back to Toran while he was training. He remembered Morio, how he was able to contend with Enishi, almost winning against him. His own teammate became that strong so fast, they had blessed his friend with strength, yet it didn’t mean that Toran couldn’t be blessed as well. He understood where his place in this world was. Yet he wanted to grow more and more as the years continued, just what would he accomplish with his new basic fundamentals of the blade? Toran couldn’t know all of the answers, yet what he did know was that he really had some work to do. He needed to fight against someone, needed to do something against someone. Perhaps now he was finally ready, eyeing a few of the missions that caught his attention. Understanding now more than ever that there was something he could do. It was time for Toran to go on a hunt for the first time in his life.

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