Woah is this a backstory?

(A/N: Wait... Your still reading? Like I'm flattered and everything but are you a masochist or something? Well I'm not going to judge but once again if you don't enjoy just drop don't waste your precious time and energy explaining how trash this novel is... because I KNOW I WROTE THIS DUMPSTER FIRE... well anyways ENJOY

Have a nice read/day)

As Take's eyes opened he found himself in an unfamiliar room with an old man sitting across from him ignoring the old man he quickly looked for his sword to find it resting in his lap as he rested his hand on its sheath he let out a sigh of relief as the old man spoke catching his attention

"Would you mind telling me your name and why you was found alone collapsed on the ground?" Leaning forward slightly resting his chin on his hands he studied the boy facial expression hoping to gain insight into his thought only for it to remain indifferent and blank as the boy seemed hesitant to speak before quickly adopting a childish attitude and joyful expression

"Oi, isn't it rude to ask me to introduce my self without first introducing yourself" pointing at the old man with his arm and finger fully extended his face took a slight frown as a tear started to build up in his eye "Mama would beat you for your lack of manners..." as if remembering the events before he was found in the plains his shaky voice slowly died out leaving the once light and joyful expression in the wind as a sense of loneliness and pain took over until the old man softly spoke

"I am the Hokage of the land of fire in command of one of the great ninja villages where you are currently located, now if it isn't to painful could you tell me your story"

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Take could be seen running around his small village helping his fellow residents whether it was chopping firewood, storing charcoal, or carrying buckets of water he did it all with a wide smile on his face, he's heard whispers around the village about the 'Ritual' many times over the past month but he paid them not a second thought as he went about his day and as time passed running around the village, watching his fathers graceful moves with the sword, or helping his mom with the household chores the other villagers slowly disconnected with him slowly distancing themselves while remaining friendly, after some time he decided to ask his father about it which ended up turning into a history lesson about the sword which quickly caught his attention.

According to his father and his fathers father and so on this blade was forged long before the warring states period, as the story goes a great adventurer known for his peerless swordsmanship decided to throw away all he knew about a sword after failing to defeat a large beast and slowly started to rework his feet work and movements to fit into a more dance like swordplay to which the various moves could be linked together in any which way ending in a unpredictable mess of movements which if preformed with even a hint of mastery looks akin to a leaf dancing through violent winds

After many years this swordsman runs into the large beast once again while it was rampaging in a nearby village assuming this was a fated encounter he rushed towards the large beast wielding a simple blade as he swung time and time again trying to break through the hard scales of the beast while evading various swipes and bites from the beast he eventually broke through a single scale without a scratch on his body mentally praising himself for advancing towards the peak he let out a quick jab piercing the freshly exposed flesh, whether it was luck or pure skill that the blade went clean through the beasts heart we can only guess but the swordsman decided to honor this beast that helped him advance down the path of mastery in his sword art he harvested multiple scales and bones while filling jars with its blood

Upon his arrival back at his home he found that his family wasn't there so he went to work writing down all of his findings and what he expects out of his descendants, he soon found him self infront of a forge as he filled a basin with the beasts blood. As he was heating the scales and bones in the forge attempting to forge weld the together he was slowly pouring in his chakra and life force into the material after many hours of painful forging with the last few drops of life force he had left he quenched the blade into the beasts blood forcing every last bit of energy he had into the blade as he slowly faded away into dust unknowingly to not only him but everyone as the blade soaked in the beasts blood slowly absorbing the energy left within drying out the basin it gained a soul filled with power and bound to his bloodline

When his family arrived back at the house to find a series of scrolls they opened one out of curiosity

"To my family, today shall be may last day alongside all of you, know that I've cherished every waking moment beside each and everyone of you but I have decided to leave something behind in my absence, in my study you will find a blade forged with the body of a beast and my life force. I have left all my insights into swordsmanship behind in a multitude of scrolls in hope that one day one of you will surpass me. May the name Hikomori be hidden in obscurity until the day my decedents leave behind a single heir to wield the 'Dragon Blade'

- Take Hikomori"

When his father finished the story he put two fingers on his forehead and sent a line of chakra to the prefrontal cortex shutting down the memory retaining feature while he picked the boy up and carried him to the center of the village finding everyone already gathered they all sat around Take while slowly condensing all of their chakra and life force into a small marble sized ball of energy one by one their bodies turned to dust as fires started spreading from house to house until only one remained with only a few minutes left until he too faded away he restarted Take's memory retaining function and woke him up just as the condensed ball of energy merged with his body

As Take woke up he found himself in the village center with roaring flames surrounding him as his father spoke

"Take listen, take this bag and my sword and run north till you reach a large village when you arrive ask for shelter and tell them that your village was burnt to the ground by bandits... Now go I'll stop them here never forget that all of your fellow Hikomori will be with you along your journey" as he finished he push Take in the right direction channeling his last bit of energy into Take's body before he too drifted away into the wind

(A/N: If you made it this far and still can see I congratulate you, after seeing all this 'potential bullshit which may or may not lead to some plot holes' and still able to continue you must have a strong will or some weird fetishes, well enough about you right? If you have any ideas throw them into the comments and they may help this dumpster fire spread if you didn't enjoy your probably sane but I'd drop this if I was you, for those that did enjoy go see a therapist and show them this novel they may be able to help)