Uchiha Dynasty [Chap. 1]

[Hatake Sōra]

It felt quite nostalgic being back despite the short period of time that elapsed. It was a bit exhilarating with the pressure of being noticed at any moment, but that was highly unlikely as a black hooded cloak and facial mask blocked almost all of his features, from an outsiders stand point, he was simply an awkward individual or traveling peddler looking to trade. The glances of the village shinobi and even the people were rather calming to Soura - so overt it's covert. Now to find his younger brother, Yasuhiro, who should be located at home around this time - he hoped.

There was absolutely no changes in route when he took certain paths, the Uchiha compound was always where it should be, and so was the Hatake compound. It was almost death-harsh not to say hello to his mother and to inform her that he was alright. He wanted to tell her so bad that he loved her, why he left the village, and that she'll always be in his heart - she was the most important thing to him. No, she is the most important thing in his life at this moment, but his attention went to his little-awesome half-brother Yasuhiro, who he promised - before leaving - that he would help him become stronger. How strong did he become since his departure? There was so many questions that he wanted answered, and today will be the day he can have them all answered.

As he got near the Uchiha Compound, he went stealth-ninja mood, hiding in the shadows and going through the residences trying to avoid notice. It was simply since his profession was the shadows - ANBU forces - the shinobi of shinobi who performs tasks in the shadows, there were sometimes when his presence wasn't known for missions on missions and deaths were simply classified as an accident or murder of passion, them not knowing they were also eliminated and not running away due to guilt. Thinking of the tasks put a bad taste in his mouth, blargh. There were times where he would kill individuals housing themselves in Konohagakure, and framing others who worked for them simply for a mission. Disgusting to kill the people who host and blaming others to get two birds with one stone.

That didn't matter now, he was free from duties of such filth and living a life of freedom. He could see Yasuhiro near his compound, using a pebble he grabbed while he sneaked around earlier, he threw it at Yasuhiro's forehead while he had in the branches of a overly bushy tree - this tree needed a trim.

[Yasuhiro]

Hiro lollygagged around the Uchiha complex for what seemed like an endless stretch of time. Definitely not an unusual action for him, but by then it was just weird. He was in a deep daze of sorts, too caught up in daydreams to really notice anything that was going on in the real world. Probably not the healthiest thing to do, but who cares, he always thought.

Not that anything more interesting than his fantasies would ever happen for real. He could almost feel it...

The ridiculously manly youngster entered the tavern. Younger than the age limit for the sort of things they did in that kind of place, but nobody dared say a thing. He stood in the coolest of manners, not giving a flying fook about anything at all, and proceeded nonchalantly down the female-ridden bar. Some of them were being bothered by drunken ruffians.

Before one could cop a feel at one of the fine ladies, the youth with overflowing manliness caught his arm in a tight, debilitating grip.

"Everything alright here?"

The women could not believe their eyes. Among the insolent bastards crawling about in the place, a bold hero to save their day. The pervert, caught red-handed, put on an even uglier face than before, and shouted some nonsensical bad guy words before attempting to attack the little man, but alas-

Block, grab, knee, slam...

"Get lost, punk."

...Smash!

Once again, our pubescent protagonist has made better the day of multiple defenseless females, who now swayed at his very presence and embraced his jacked up body with all their female-y... ness.

"Oh Hiro, you're so goood~! ♥" they moaned.

The sheer epicness of this scene was just too much t-

Bam!

Some tiny rock brought Goggles back down to Earth. It was abrupt, painful, and totally deserving the almighty wrath of Bespectacled Man Hiro. His eyes glowed crimson, and he searched for the presence of the foolish culprit. Upon finding-

"You there!"

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[Hatake Sōra]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #C9C9C9 solid, bTable] Darkness Erodes The sight he caught Hiro in was expected - daydreaming. He always wondered what a young man such as Hiro could be letting his mind wander to, especially someone of his age with enough opportunity to make any dream a reality. The pebble was shot and hit its mark, awakening Hiro, the daydreaming youngster, and bringing him back to reality. With that, a sight of crimson glare from his eyes. Sharingan. Hiro? When? When did he awaken his sharingan and what did he go through to achieve it. It was an impressive feat for any individual to awaken the sharingan at his age, albeit he awakened his years earlier, but it still remained quite a feat in the eyes of the clan. This confirmed his suspicions of Hiro possessing unlimited talent, both innate and growth-wise. It frightened him to think about the specific circumstances of his awakening. Having been away from the village for quite some time, it would come as a shock if Hiro's mother died in some accident of some form or another. It would certainly be a topic worth discussing, and a topic that must be discussed. Jumping down from the tree, making his presence known to Hiro, Soura's apathetic facial expression remained as it was, and his oynx eyes analyzing Hiro's form. Silence. It passed, but it occurred. "Uchiha Yasuhiro." He muttered, removing his cloaked hood, allowing his white Hatake Hair flair in the wind with dazzling glory. "Hmh." After having left abruptly, he had always had Hiro in his mind and what happened to him afterwards, this is why he was here right now, staring at him in his face. Simply because he promised himself to visit after a while to make sure his mother and Hiro was fine, and from his crimson stare, it seemed the matter is still thrown up into the air and can shift in anyway. Let's see what lays before them. Skills/Abilities Used: Techniques Used: Weapons Inventory: [None] WORDS [321] TAGS [---] NOTES [OOC:]

[Yasuhiro]

Hiro couldn't believe his eyes.

"S..."

From out of the greenery he came forth.

"...Sō..."

Excited. Angry. Betrayed? So conflicted... Happy.

"...ra?"

Indifferent as ever, the half-sibling stood. No more than a vocalization of the boy's name. At this point Yasuhiro couldn't cancel his bloodline limit even if he wanted to. It was Sōra's departure that had caused the unique eyes to awaken, although Hiro remembered little if anything at all of the event. The extreme emotional pain blurred his memory; maybe by connecting the dots he'd be able to figure it out, given his knowledge of the Uchiha's inheritance.

For longer than a moment he froze. He didn't know what to feel - it was an onslaught of emotional confusion. All that was really there to do was indulge in oneself. Without hesitation he charged at the man headfirst, lunging himself into the latter's abdomen. He hit his brother repeatedly on the sides, not as any real attack, but as some sort of 'I love you, but I hate you' hits, screaming.

"You douche! How can you stand here so casually?!"

Yes. It was Sōra that left. Perhaps the one person he looked up to the most. Yasuhiro did not care if anybody heard him. There were many strong and pent up feelings to be let off his chest. So he just screamed and yelled and hit his brother, tears rolling down his cheeks. Choked up enough that he couldn't really speak out whole words.

"Dam... Y-... Keh! You suck!"

Heh. Like a big baby he just complained endlessly about Sōra and about how the emoness of his life ever since he left. It was a relief to see him nonetheless. Maybe things could get better, if Sōra was there.

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[Hatake Sōra]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #C9C9C9 solid, bTable] Shadow Erodes His emotions harmonized with Hiro. If it wasn't for his long-standing and developed wall over his emotions, he would be crying as well with Hiro. Tears would leak from every orifice capable in his eyes, if that was possible, and he would embrace Hiro physically and verbally, but it he could not, or can not, at least not now. It was too early for his emotional size, his free-will, to take over and live the way it should. It has been far too long, and far too early for such a thing to occur. So there he was, looking at Hiro's face swell with sadness and happiness, all as if his appearance overwhelmed him to a degree incomprehensible to anyone who had not possessed a brother. So when Hiro embraced him with his arms, putting his head inside Soura's chest, Soura donned a smile of happiness much akin to the level of happiness that could be seen from the tears flowing from Hiro's baby-like face. The botched up speech and warmth only brought about fond memories of the two. From emotional times, to heated times, to even training times. His arm wrapped around Hiro's body and tugged him closer inside his chest. "I missed you so much." His words, filled with the truth. It was at that moment his free-will was about to take over, and a tear developed in his left eye, about to fall onto Hiro's head, he removed an arm to wipe it off, and calmed himself down with a deep inhale and exhale. Afterwards, pushing Hiro away, and crouching down to his level. "Now, lets stop the waterworks and lets talk." He said getting up from the crouching position and reluctantly taking a step back. "I have so many questions, and i'm sure you probably have them as well. " There indeed was many questions he wanted to ask Hiro, for starters, how he gained the sharingan, but at this point, he could pretty much guess. "My first question, have you been keeping up with your studies?" Skills/Abilities Used: [None] Techniques Used: [None] Weapons Inventory: Kunai [10;Shinobi Pouch] Shuriken [12;Shinobi Pouch] Explosive Tag [10;Shinobi Pouch] Katana w/ White Design [Sheathed upon Back] Chakra Percentage: [100%] WORDS [340] TAGS [---] NOTES [OOC: ---]

[Yasuhiro]

It felt great to have Sōra's arms around him. As if he had never left. There was still some sibling affection after all.

Wiping his tears away as he was pushed back, he calmed down, and his eyes returned to normal. Then he listened to what Sōra had to ask him, thinking that it was the sort of grownup thing an older relative would ask.

"I do, sometimes. Mostly to just beat Shin." His voice still recovering from the faint crybaby leftover hints. It should be fairly clear that Yasuhiro's general general demotivation was his escape from reality.

Hiro shifted his eyes to the lower right. In all honesty he wanted to surpass Sōra too. All his life he'd hear all the positive things people had to say about him. Considered prodigious, Sōra had a matured Sharingan at a young age, was promoted from rank to rank several times, and had even held an ANBU position before he was an adult. Furthermore, he left the village seemingly without trouble, his persecutors losing all trace of him.

In many ways, Yasuhiro was envious of his older brother. Although it was probably due to his mixture of laziness and emotional isolation that he was way behind Sōra in terms of development per year, he felt that he might have just been inferior.

Without letting Sōra speak any further, Yasuhiro jumped straight to the point.

"Train me."

Eyes assertively looking back at the other's, he expressed his deepest desire of being taught by his older brother. He wouldn't have it any other way.

He had to do this.

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[Hatake Sōra]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #C9C9C9 solid, bTable] Shadow Erodes The first emotion he felt when Hiro answered was relief. Possessing a rival is a healthy development, and it promotes betterment of ones skills. He didn't have one in his life-time probably because he never had anyone who matched his skills as a young'in. His prodigious nature and sharingan gave him the edge on everyone in his age group and he wasn't entirely sure, at the time, there was anyone who possessed equal or greater skill, at least of his age. To continue back to the subject, Soura eyes went back to Hiro. His facial expression obviously worried about something until it was asked: "Train me." A smile grew under his mask. Getting straight to the point, eh? He got up from his crouched position and looked at the houses beyond Hiro's form. Lowering his smile, he gave a sigh, "Alright. I'll teach you the Uchiha's Rite of Passage.

[/b]" Something he learned before he mastered his sharingan, but something he employed with such usage and repetition that he could perform it as if it was breathing itself. The Rite of Passage Technique, was an Uchiha Technique that was learned from those who have earned the right to be called an Uchiha, proudly. He hadn't known if Hiro had passed the Rite of Passage yet, but if he did, he'll simply go to another technique.

"We'll need to go near the lake, so we won't burn anything. Aight?[/b]" He didn't have the time or patience to walk straight through the village, hoping not to be seen and suspected, or go there without hiro, waiting for him all day. So with that being said, a quick scooping of Hiro in his arms and he was off. Shunshin across the village at lightning speed. One. Two. Three. Four. He did so in quick succession. His master over Shunshin was amazingly breathtaking. It was a short while till they were at the bridge that went inwards to the lake, a common practice spot for uchiha, mainly due to the lake of burning material and the way to use the technique with a bottom section of water.

Dropping Hiro off, "This is the place. Now, use your sharingan." Although it wasn't at a level to copy, based on the number of tomoe, learning chakra and how it moves and function for a specific technique has always been the basis of performing it, so, having the sharingan awake, copying or no, allows the user to see the chakra forming process.

Skills/Abilities Used:

• [Shunshin | A-Rank+]

Techniques Used:

• [Shunshin x4 | To Lake]

Weapons Inventory:

• Kunai [10;Shinobi Pouch]
  
• Shuriken [12;Shinobi Pouch]
  
• Explosive Tag [10;Shinobi Pouch]
  
• Katana w/ White Design [Sheathed upon Back]

Chakra Percentage:

• [83%]

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[Yasuhiro]

Rite... Of Passage?

What he wondered of course was what sort of, you know... Prestige he would get if he completed this so-called rite of passage. When Sōra said something about not burning anything down, Yasuhiro had an idea of what it would be. The Uchiha were renowned for their prowess with the fire nature of chakra, so this rite was obviously connected to that fact.

Immediately the boy began searching his memories for mention of any specific thing pertaining to the area of fire release, trying to deduce what it was that Sōra meant. But all of a sudden, he was grabbed, and taken at insane speeds across the village. He couldn't even keep up with all the visual information that needed to be processed, making him somewhat dizzy once his brother settled down... In a matter of seconds.

Once Sōra let Yasuhiro on the floor, the boy kind of wobbled a bit before bracing his stance. He was just baffled at how unbelievably fast his brother was. Without wasting any time, he simply instructed Hiro to use his sharingan. The reason wasn't mysterious; the dōjutsu would allow the boy to observe the flow of chakra in whatever it was that Sōra was about to do.

By now even a kid like Yasuhiro could tell that this was definitely about fire release ninjutsu. If there was anything to deduce here, it was that the rite of passage mentioned was about some sort of fire-natured technique. It made perfect sense given the Uchiha's prowess in the art. Without asking any questions, Hiro simply looked on, ready to learn.

"Okay!"

His irides flared.

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[Hatake Sōra]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #C9C9C9 solid, bTable] Shadow Erodes If it wasn't for his departure, Hiro would've already learned this technique and much more earlier than now. He felt a tad bit of guilt for his development thus far, and his own inability to keep tabs on him being rather prevalent in his displaying of the sharingan. Albeit, being a person to adept and accept what's happened, there was really no need to pry further and help him use the sharingan to the best of his ability and abolish any sadness or pain he may have developed. It was how he dealt with it. Focus. However, he had already devised a plan of action to keep track of his developments and movements from now on that he was surely going to deploy immediately afterwards. A way to keep his eyes on Hiro's development while keeping his involvement unbeknownst to Hiro himself. Taking a glance as Hiro as his sharingan formed, Soura gave a nod and turned towards the lake. He had to think which form of Fireball he should teach Hiro, or to be more accurate, a handicap. He settled with the numerous amount of handseals to help better formulate his chakra. Tiger → Monkey → Boar → Horse → Tiger. With each handseal, there was a small sound of the chakra forming correctly. With each handseal a certain step occurred, from Hiro's eyes, it would be: gather chakra into the base of the stomach → finish gathering → change it to Katon Chakra with a flare of red at the base → bring it upwards from the stomach to the esophagus → breath it out in the form of a continuous flame thrower. Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu!! The flames caused ripples in the water as the moisture evaporated from the heat the technique exhumed. It lasted for a few seconds and went about 7 feet in distance with a width of 6 feet outwards. It was a technique performed countless times by Soura, and thus, a technique he could perform with relative ease. It soon came to end, however, with the flame diminishing with each passing second. He let out a small sigh, and turned to Hiro. "This technique is what we use as a coming of age rite. After you've learned this technique, and it's become apart of you, you'll be capable of calling yourself a proud Uchiha. Now, you try. Same handseals. With the same steps seen by your eyes.

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It was then that he saw an ANBU Hyuuga Member walk by, someone he was much familiar with during his old days. If he suspected something, he would immediately see through his disguise and Hiro will be in trouble. With that, he turned to Hiro, "I'll be back, work on this. I'll be back in a few days. I promise.[/b]" He was gone like the wind immediately afterwards, he couldn't allow his little brother be turned into a criminal as well. It was a life he didn't want him to bear.

Skills/Abilities Used:

• [None]

Techniques Used:

• [Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu!!]

Weapons Inventory:

• Kunai [10;Shinobi Pouch]
  
• Shuriken [12;Shinobi Pouch]
  
• Explosive Tag [10;Shinobi Pouch]
  
• Katana w/ White Design [Sheathed upon Back]

Chakra Percentage:

• [71%]

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[Yasuhiro]

Once Sōra nodded and shifted to face the lake, Yasuhiro just kept his eyes peeled for what the man was doing. He observed the hand seals, the flow of the chakra, and the amazing outcome of breathing fire. So this is how I get the clan to acknowledge me, he thought. Soon after the flame faded along with the evaporated moisture, and Sōra told Hiro to repeat the same steps as him - even in molding of chakra - before taking off, leaving Hiro with the promise that he'd be back.

"OSSU!!"

With a face fierce and full of determination, Yasuhiro did not mind Sōra's sudden departure not did he even make anything of it. He simply wanted to impress his older brother now that he had taken the time to teach him something. Walking up to the lake's border he took a generic stance and began molding chakra upon putting his hands together in a unique finger-locking fashion. Weaving the same hand seals as Sōra had, he focused so that with each one he'd get the molding as close to what he saw as possible.

He could feel it filling up his stomach, going up his system in a direction opposite to what food would go in. It felt warm, but the temperature wasn't anywhere near hot enough to be considered 'fire release'. Once it went all the way up Yasuhiro's throat, he sort of spat it out in a fashion combined to exhaling, letting out a small flame-like bit of a chakra. A failure.

No matter. He would go on to try it at least a dozen times more. Until the sun would set and he was too tired to mold anymore chakra.

[Thread Closed]

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