Kumori's sword training (Private)

There was Kumori standing at the base of the mountains in a heavily wooded area. He tightly gripped his father’s blade in one hand before bringing it up, taking in the sight of it. The blade still had that same dark aura from the day he first say it used all those years ago...




The day started like any other for the child Kumori. He went downstairs slowly in his pajamas. In a normal household the parents would greet their child like loving parents should. For Kumori, he didn’t know what a normal family was like. So he thought this was normal. “Sit your ass down in that chair and eat you breakfast” His mother had practically yelled at him. Breakfast for Kumori was disgusting watery oatmeal. But it would satisfy him. This wasn’t the worst thing he had ever eaten. So without a word he finished it off and went back to his room. But when his parents weren’t looking, he stole another book off the bookshelf.

A few hours into his reading, he could hear one of his parents coming up the stairs. So he stashed the book under his bed and sat at his desk looking at the window. As he predicted his door opened and his father walked in. “Get dressed and let’s go. Nobody wants to watch a little shit like you so we have to bring you with us camping tonight.” His father glared hatefully at the child. So with a sigh he got up and got dressed slowly. He put on some of his jeans, a black shirt, and as his father went back downstairs with his and his wife’s stuff, he grabbed the book he was reading and stashed it in his bag with his sleeping bag and smores stuff.

His parents walked ahead of him and only looked back very rarely. He sighed, he followed and very shortly they are outside of the village walking through the woods. After about half an hour of walking they were about halfway to their destinations, the ANBU attacked with freighting swiftness.

Immediately the father roared with pain from a line of three shuriken nailing shallowly in his leg. The mother just barely dodging the ones aimed at her. Again, they barely had time to react as two of the ANBU landed nearby on the ground. The shadows from the trees cutting off any detail of the special ops ninja from being spotted. The father drew his katana, which erupted in a black shadowy veil that covered the surface of the blade. And at the same time, the mother formed hand signs quickly. When completed, water in the air and from the ground after the most recent storm froze into numerous extremely sharp needles. Which held in the air surrounding her and her husband. Kumori stood wide-eyed watching the scene unfold. He was completely unaware that his parents were of the legendary Hyouton clan. To him, that explained why he would accidently freeze the water in his cups.

The ANBU agents had incredible teamwork. They attacked like lightning, coordinating their vicious attacks to distract one from helping the other. And they succeeded. The male got locked in a swordfight with one of the agents. Slowly the two were forced away from the struggling female. Who was sweating from having to use so much chakra creating the ice needles. The needles moved fast, but were easily deflected by the anbu agents. With an agonized yell, the anbu sheathed his blade and jumped back, letting the dying man fall as he was stabbed through the chest, right through the lower half of his heart. As the blood soaked into the soil, Kumori stepped back, obviously shocked at this situation. But it was only the first. His mother being out of practice in the ways of the ninja, got distracted and ran to her husband’s side as he died. Which the anbu took the opportunity to toss a kunai. This in a split second hit its mark, the woman’s brain stem. It killed her almost instantly. Her limp body fell to the side. It was almost poetic. Husband and wife dying side by side on the field of battle.

“First part of our mission is complete. We need to get the boy and bring him to the mizukage.” One of the anbu said to the rest. He appeared to be leading them. Quickly while the group of them talked quietly, Kumori ran over to his father’s side. He wasn’t going to mourn over neglectful parents like them. With a slight growl he grabbed the huge looking blade from his father’s grip. Its black aura spread along his entire arm and he felt almost a pulse from the weapon. Quickly, he grabbed the bloody sheath from his father’s belt and put the sword into it. Then he ran. Almost instantly the anbu were on him. He barely made it a hundred feet before they caught him. He simply gave up. There was no way he could fight anbu agents, they wouldn’t even need to use any jutsus to kill him. So he went to the mizukage’s office with the only thing he cared about... The family blade that was passed down through the family.



Coming back to reality he smiled. The blade was as much a part of him now as it had been that first day. He never let it leave his side. Now he had to train. His goal was to become a legendary swordsman. He even had a few ideas for his own custom jutsus. Now it was just a matter to develop them...