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Chapter 5 - (chapter five) father's legacy

yuto felt chakra flowing through his body as he look down at his hands and felt the power coursing through his chakra coils. he was aware that he was still a ant compared to every trained shinobi even with his newly unlocked chakra, but that didn't make it any less amazing. his face twisted into a filthy grin as he felt the knowledge of the 3 basic academy jutsu flow into his mind the second his chakra became active in his body. while his intuition already aloud him to predict this, actually experiencing it was beyond any thing he'd experienced in his previous world.

Iami looked at yuto with a questioning look.

"will you stop grinning like an idiot" she said rolling her eyes with her arms crossed.

yuto snaped out of his "mwahahaa" moment and remembered what he was about to do. he wasted no time reading the actual letter because this wasn't his actual father and he was only interested in the value of what he left behind and only that. he would read the letter later. his eyes locked on the scroll, as he recounted the steps from his new memories. then he went through a set of hand seals and placed his hand on the scroll to channel his chakra into it. there was a massive puff of smoke as he waited in anticipation.

once the smoke cleared there was a short silver blade with a black hilt, partially unsheathed resting on the table. his eyes glimmered in astonishment, because this was his first time laying eyes on a real tonto blade up close. he then looked at the harness for his sword.

"heyyy, your not gonna read the letter" said Iami with a frown.

yuto saw the disapproving look of Iami and rubbed the back of his head, chuckling nervously.

"um yeah, of course i am" "i guess i got carried away when i saw the seal" he said.

in truth he had no intentions of reading the letter now or later, but he had to keep up appearances so Iami didn't get suspicious. he was confused, seeing she wasn't surprised by the unsealing of the contents of the scroll or the sword, but he assumed that civilians from this world only get excited for ninjutsu that never hit the enemy.

he picked up the letter and began to read.

"yuto my son, if your reading this I have fallen in battle, i prepared this considering my profession as a shinobi.

i asked that my superior's seal my blade in this scroll and that you were the only one to see the contents if i were to die, but just incase this scroll landed into the wrong hands I've written the rest of this letter in a coded message. i know if anyone can decode it, it would be my little genius".

"I've learned how to camp, I've learned how to step, I've learned how to breath, I've learned how to dance, I've learned how to fish".

"this message contains the secretes to my kinjutsu style. the style is still incomplete, but i know that you can do what i couldn't."

"don't let your light dim my son, and i am sorry i couldn't be there for you."

from: akira suzuki

to: yuto suzuki

yuto looked at the letter in shock. not only was his father a shinobi he actually left behind something useful. he noticed the scroll had drops of water on it now. he watched another droplet of water fall down on the paper from his face. he realized he was crying with a solemn expression on his face, but he was confused.

he didn't know why he was crying, he doesn't give a shit about this sobby letter. the only thing he actually cared about was the kinjutsu style. if anything he should be frustrated about having to decode a message and probably go on a treasure hunt for some chunin's half ass kinjutsu style. though he was glad he actually had a last name.

he realized that this brats tears saved him from the rath of Iami for being heartless. he looked up to see Izumi looking at him with eyes of pity. she looked down awkwardly not knowing how to respond. she was a little hesitant but eventually got up and embraced yuto in a comforting hug while standing, pulling yuto's head into her chest, while he sat down. yuto quickly wiped his tears that weren't even his with the sleeves of his black sweater and hugged Iami back wrapping his hands around her from his chair.

after the heart warming moment was over he rolled up the scroll and tightened it with one of the many hair ties he seemed to always have on his wrist. Iami then spoke.

"what do you plan to do with the blade" she asked

"i plan to put it in a safe place until i learn to wield and properly take care of it" said yuto.

"i see." "i honestly expected you to show off that sword to all of Konoha the second you laid your hands on it"

"it looks like your growing up" she said.

"yeah i guess so" he said.

Iami eventually left after they spoke a little while longer. he let out a sigh looking at the stacks of material he had to read to catch up in his studies. he wondered if he could become a medic Nin, because even with his new sword and the basic academy jutsu he would still be stomped on like the ant he was. even if he was stronger, he'd still be squashed because he had not an ounce of battle experience. he knew he would freeze up if faced with an enemy shinobi, not knowing how to properly block a punch let along throw one. even if he used his blade he had not a clue how to wield it. he let out another sigh which started to become a routine by now.

he ended up studying a quarter of the material in just one afternoon. he noticed that when he came in contact with things that the previous yuto already experienced his body and mind started to adapt to it and gained the memories and body movements. he had the muscle memory to preform all the hand seals and properly channel the necessary chakra for all the techniques yuto knew. he gained yuto's previous knowledge about basic fuinjutsu skills as he remembered effortlessly unsealing the scroll, and he knew basic kata's for the kinjutsu art. he planned on gaining his other memories over the next week.

he set off to bed, and tucked himself under the familiar white covers. he looked out his window and saw shinobi jumping from roof to roof. he thought about how he'd soon be doing the same in just two years. he then looked at his fathers blade leaning against the wall and hoped he didn't have to use it anytime soon. 

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