Chapter 6

Miyamoto and the boatsman shared some stories about their life to pass time as they travelled to the land of fire.

"Thank you boatman for the ride," Miyamoto said as he arrived at the port.

"My pleasure, it's not every day I meet someone so interesting." The boatman tipped his hat at Miyamoto.

Miyamoto bowed slightly to the boatman as he left the port and sailed back to the land of water.

Miyamoto walked off the port, walking toward the forest.

Vendors were shouting out their sales, trying to shove their products into anyone that went by, and children ran around screaming, laughing, and crying. The town was bustling with life as Miyamoto walked through the town.

Once Miyamoto reached the centre of the town square, he caught sight of 5 masked figures all looking at him.

'What an eventful day, I'm beginning to love this place and its endless action.' Miyamoto smiled.

Miaymoto and the 5 masked figures stayed still as the crowds thinned out. The sky turned to night and the moon shined down upon Miyamoto and the figures.

"Hand over the scroll." The masked figure with white spikey hair said as they drew their sword.

Miyamoto untied the scroll, letting it fall to the ground. Miyamoto then stood back, right foot forward, left hand behind his back and right hand out front.

"Looks like plans to fight." One of the other figures said.

"Be careful, we don't know his capabilities, but try to end this swiftly." The white-haired figure said.

While the figures were getting ready to attack, drawing their swords and readying their Jutsus, but they stopped when the presence of Miyamoto grew in size.

Miyamoto's presence once again began to warp his surroundings like a heatwave, twisting the moonlight and mixing it with the darkness.

'What is that!?' The white-haired figure thought. Looking at his comrades, they must have been thinking the same.

Out of the moonlight, transparent Miyamotos emerged, standing in the same stance, wielding swords and all exuding the same presence.

"What the hell! Did he learn one of the forbidden Jutsu!" One of the figures shouted in a panic.

Miyamoto widened his smile, curving his eyes into a malicious glare.

The figures shifted on the spot, intimidated by the pressure they were feeling.

"They aren't real! They're illusions!" The white-haired figure shouted, making the other figures find confidence.

Some of them gritted their teeth in anger as they were embarrassed by being tricked by such an obvious genjutsu.

Though still feeling a bit intimidated by the presence of the 5 Miyamotos, the figure's anger was more apparent, making them dash and attack the real Miyamoto.

Miyamoto's smile faded, shifting slightly, tensing his legs, and bending down, ready to pounce.

The figures ignored the illusions and tried to attack the real Miyamoto.

The white-haired figure stayed back as his comrades attacked, and something in his gut began to turn, he felt like something was wrong. When he looked into the hungry gaze of Miyamoto, he understood why his stomach was turning.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" The white-haired figure shouted in desperation.

The figures heard him too late.

The white-haired figure watched as the projections sliced the figures with their swords.

The figures felt a blade cut right through them, the pain was unlike anything they experienced, making them blackout.

Miyamoto pounced at the last figure, slashing his hand at him. Surprisingly, the figure was ready and dodged the attack.

The white-haired figure jumped away, throwing kunai as he landed.

Miyamoto snatched them out of the air with ease before dropping them to the ground.

"Don't insult me with such toys," Miyamoto said as he glared at the figure.

"Fire-style: Fireball Jutsu!" The figure did the familiar hand signs.

As the ball of fire charged at Miyamoto, he wanted to test something at a very high price.

As the figure sent the fireball at Miyamoto, they backed away and started up another Jutsu. They expected Miyamoto to dodge the attack and counter either from the air, sides or from underground, but as they looked forward, they saw Miyamoto burst through the fireball, flying towards them.

Miyamoto pierced through the fireball, striking the figure in his mask.

The figure tried to dodge by leaning back, but Miyamoto's hand was like a spear, slicing through the mask and the skin on the figure's face.

Miyamoto rolled on the ground back onto his feet before dashing at the figure again.

The figure rolled onto their feet as well, jumping away onto a roof. Blood dripped down their face, filling their eye with blood, and blurring their vision.

'This bastard! His hand wasn't imbued with chakra or anything, his techniques are strange, and the only thing that I can confirm is that he's a samurai, but how is he so powerful?!' While the figure was rapidly thinking, Miyamoto walked over to one of the knocked-out figures and picked up their sword.

The figure's eyes widened as he saw Miyamoto graze the sword across one of the figure's necks.

"Come down, or your comrade's deaths will be on your conscience."

Seeing no way out of this situation, the figure jumped off the roof and landed in front of Miyamoto.

"What do you want in exchange for my comrades' lives?" The figure asked, his stomach weighing heavy. 'How did I get in this situation!?'

"I simply wish to deliver this scroll back to the leaf village, but now that it has come to this-"

The figure knelt with a big smack, he tried his hardest to stand back up, but he felt the weight of his body increase and his fear began to creep into his heart.

"I SEEK A BOUT WITH YOU WHITE WOLF!"

Miyamoto's voice shook the figure to his core, somewhere in the back of his head, a voice was screaming for him to escape.

The pressure was lifted and the figure stood up again, I'm sure of what to do in front of someone like Miyamoto.

Miyamoto stepped into his stance, and the air surrounding him began to warp.

The figure realized as Miyamoto stepped into his stance, that he couldn't escape, with no other option, the figure stared into the predator's eyes of Miyamoto.

"It seems you have found your resolve, white wolf."

The figure tightened his jaw as he heard the name.

"Why do you call me that?" The figure said softly, but with a hint of anger following behind.

Miyamoto took a few seconds before responding.

"Your hair reminds me of a snowy mountain I once visited, on that mountain, I ran into a white wolf that wielded red eyes like you, full of life, trauma, damage, and loss, ready to die at any moment, just to escape from their pain," Miyamoto said.

The figure bit his lip as it hit close to home to when his hero of a father committed suicide. The figure placed his hands on the ground, uttering a single word.

"Chidori."

Like a thousand little birds chirping, lightning began to cackle, ripping chunks out of the ground and illuminating the area around it. The figure looked up at Miyamoto with the will to kill.

Miyamoto smiled as his heartbeat began pounding in his chest.

"That is why I remember the white wolf upon that snowy mountain. It's gaze and the will to kill me."

The figure charged at Miyamoto, and the Chidori continued screaming and ripping out the ground as the figure got closer.

Miyamoto gripped the hilt of his sword, ready to draw and strike it.

As the figure got closer, he barely noticed his Sharingan had predicted the path of Miyamoto's next movement, he was too consumed with the will to kill that he wasn't seeing normal. The figure felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, then his vision went black.

Miyamoto looked at the figure falling to the ground and smiled.

"I let the white wolf live because they were protecting something precious, they didn't want to die, it just wanted a reason to live."