Amegakure No Sato(Memories VI)

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Amegakure is known for being a village used during the Second Great Ninja War as a battlefield between Konoha, Suna, and Iwa, causing the village to be devastated and attacked many times. During that time, Hanzo was the leader of the village; he was a shinobi of great power to the point that none of his opponents left alive after fighting him. At one point, he fought against ninjas from the Leaf, and only three people survived, who were later called by him the Sannin, due to their great feat. The village adopted an isolationist policy because its defenses were considered unusually impenetrable. To be admitted into the village, visitors—even those coming for the Chūnin Exams—had to go through a series of security checks and were under constant surveillance. Even Hanzo was very cautious, having guards watch him 24/7 because he believed he could be assassinated and thus was rarely seen in public.

From the outskirts of Amegakure, under a constant rain that was characteristic of the region, a hooded figure observed the village with a mix of coldness, calculation, and a hint of curiosity. Kenjaku had arrived. His interest in the Otsutsukis and his tendency to sow chaos could wait. Now, his attention was fixed on this dark and mysterious place, with two objectives in mind. The first was to uncover the hidden secrets of the shinobi world, as Amegakure, like other villages, must have valuable information. The second was to explore this underdeveloped corner of history, as the narratives had always favored Konoha, leaving Amegakure as a relegated and forgotten backdrop.

A village that stood out with its Cyberpunk-like setting.

As the rain beat against his hood and slid down his shoulders, an idea took shape in Kenjaku's mind. Amegakure, with all its darkness and anonymity, was nothing more than a shadow in the current shinobi landscape. However, that anonymity would change. This would be the future home of figures like Yahiko, Nagato, and Konan, who would eventually transform this village into the core of the infamous Akatsuki. But for now, everything was silence, mud, and hopelessness.

Kenjaku walked slowly through the muddy puddles, exploring every corner of the village meticulously. While the city seemed to function, the small settlements on its outskirts told a different story: the shinobi had turned it into a warzone. The smell of blood mixed with the mud and grime, created an atmosphere that Kenjaku found almost familiar. Corpses lay abandoned in the streets, ignored by the few remaining residents, who passed by them without even looking. It was as if they knew that, at any moment, they could be the next ones.

In the midst of this desolate scene, a small bar caught Kenjaku's attention. It was located on a muddy, narrow street, right on a corner. In front of the entrance, a bald man dragged another man outside. The second man, clearly drunk, staggered clumsily, attempting unsuccessfully to distance himself from the scene with awkward movements. His misery was palpable as he tried, almost desperately, to crawl away from his own decay.

Shinobis, equipped with the peculiar masks that allowed them to breathe under the incessant rain, nimbly leaped between the rooftops of the village, still in a primitive state of development. During this period, Amegakure lacked the imposing infrastructure that would eventually turn it into a technological power under the leadership of Nagato and Yahiko.

Deciding to take a break, Kenjaku stepped into a bar, a refuge for those accustomed to the harsh life of this place. Upon crossing the threshold, he was met with curious stares that assessed his presence before the patrons returned to their drinks and conversations.

With firm steps, he advanced to the bar. Upon arrival, he dropped the cloak that covered his face, revealing the scar on his forehead and his new body. It belonged to an Uchiha, though he doubted anyone would recognize him. He had cast a subtle genjutsu that altered the color of his eyes and suppressed his chakra to its lowest point to maintain anonymity.

The atmosphere of the bar was bustling. Around him, voices filled the space, rough laughs escaped from the tables, and in the corners, some drank in silence or whispered about bets and women. Despite the overall decay, the place had a warmth that contrasted with the misery surrounding it. For a moment, it almost seemed as if the village wasn't collapsing under the weight of a war.

Suddenly, the atmosphere tensed. The door of the bar was slammed open, and a group of rain shinobis entered with confident strides. Their presence altered the mood of the patrons, who shrank back in their seats, their eyes reflecting a mix of fear and resentment. Although the lives of Amegakure's inhabitants were already miserable, there was something they hated even more: Hanzo, the man who promised absolute peace but brought with him an oppressive regime.

One of the shinobis stood out due to his imposing presence. On the left side of his abdomen was a cross-shaped scar, a reminder of the implantation of a Black Salamander poison sac into his body. His head was covered with a dark hat, and the lower part of his face was concealed by a respirator that was larger and more sophisticated than those worn by his subordinates. This device, designed to protect him from his own poison, also symbolizes his uniqueness. The top of the mask bore the Amegakure emblem, flanked by four distinct notches that accentuated its design.

He was wearing a loose, typical village outfit, complemented by a tactical vest and bandages wrapped around his wrists and legs. A dark cloak reached just below his waist, while a short-sleeved shirt exposed part of his abdomen, adding an air of casual authority.

Hanzo was of medium height, but his musculature and bearing made him seem like a force of nature. His long blonde hair fell to his back, and a prominent scar crossed his right cheek. His eyes, dark in the sclera with luminous irises, were unusual and conveyed a disturbing intensity, similar to that of Kakuzu or the Third Raikage in their most imposing moments.

This man was Hanzo. His mere presence was enough to fill the place with tension. Known as the most powerful shinobi of the Land of Rain, he had defeated everyone who stood in his way, from young prodigies to veteran fighters. To those who had known him up close, he was a ruthless tyrant, willing to destroy anyone who dared challenge his ambition to dominate the region entirely.

The bar fell silent, murmurs and laughter stifled under the weight of Hanzo's authority. From his spot at the bar, Kenjaku observed with interest, a faint, confident smile playing on his lips.

According to rumors, his recent popularity was due to the resistance he was leading against the current ruler of Amegakure, a corrupt leader who took every opportunity to embezzle the village's resources, plunging it further into its already precarious state.

A young Hanzo advanced with a firm step between the tables of the bar, followed by a group of shinobis. His presence was imposing. He stopped right behind me, remaining still for a moment. The water dripping from his shinobi attire, along with the heavy breathing emanating from his mask, gave him an oppressive and terrifying aura to anyone who dared look at him.

As his gaze scanned the room, his eyes briefly rested on me, who was facing away from him.

"HANZO-SAMA!" A voice suddenly emerged from the street, breaking the tense atmosphere. A figure appeared, running toward the bar. His pale face and visibly injured body caught the attention of everyone, except Hanzo and me. He stopped at the threshold of the door, gasping desperately, while the shinobis escorting Hanzo watched him with complete indifference.

"PLEASE, LISTEN TO ME! I BEG YOU, HANZO-SAMA!" With a heart-wrenching scream, the civilian rushed toward Hanzo, moving with surprising speed for someone in his condition. However, Hanzo didn't even flinch.

When the man was just steps away from him, he drew a kunai from his clothing. The atmosphere in the bar froze, and everyone present, except for Hanzo and me, tensed at the sight of the weapon. Hanzo's guards remained motionless, watching the scene as if it were a predictable spectacle.

"BASTARD!" the civilian screamed, his face twisted with hatred, launching an attack. But Hanzo had already anticipated every move. With a single gesture, he seized the man's wrist, immobilizing the kunai in an instant. The civilian writhed in pain, but his fury didn't diminish. Hanzo's cold, calculating gaze shifted from the environment to the attacker.

In an instant, Hanzo executed a brutal and lethal move. His hand moved with surgical precision, slashing through the man's neck as though it were paper. Blood gushed out in a stream, staining the floor and Hanzo's clothes. The civilian collapsed, but his grip on Hanzo's tunic remained strong, a final act of defiance.

Life faded from the attacker's eyes as he spat blood, leaving the bar in absolute silence.

Hanzo observed the lifeless body of the civilian for a moment longer, his shinobi senses sharpening as he perceived that something was off. That's when he noticed it. A faint glow began to emanate from the corpse, a soft but rapidly growing light that immediately alerted him.

Without hesitation, Hanzo released the body and leaped into the street like a dark blur. His guards, trained to react at the slightest hint of danger, followed him with near-choreographed precision. They had barely left the bar when the world behind them erupted into incandescent chaos.

BOOM.

The explosion reverberated throughout Amegakure, sending a wave of fire and debris that engulfed the bar. The blast, though on a smaller scale, was enough to reduce the place to ashes, sending the echo of its roar through the rain-soaked streets of the village. Despite the constant downpour, the conflagration left a trail of black smoke rising into the grey sky.

The village, still in a rudimentary state and worn down by constant conflict, wasn't prepared for such events. Without the modern metal and cyberpunk structures that would come to define Amegakure in Pain's era, the wooden and adobe buildings began to give way to the devastation.

Meanwhile, Kenjaku had emerged unscathed from the explosion. His mastery of the Hiraishin had transported him to one of the many strategically placed marks throughout the village. From his new vantage point, he surveyed the destruction with a cold, almost indifferent expression, as though everything had been a carefully planned experiment.

However, what truly caught his attention wasn't the devastation he had just unleashed, but a scene unfolding in a nearby alley. A boy, barely ten years old, was fiercely fighting alongside his younger sister against two stray dogs. The reason for the fight: a piece of meager meat, probably the only food they had seen in days.

At the entrance of the alley, a group of men who appeared to have shinobi training watched the spectacle with mocking grins, enjoying the misery of others as if it were grotesque entertainment. Their laughter echoed through the rain, but Kenjaku barely paid them any attention. His gaze was fixed on the boy, on the fierce determination in his eyes as he tried to protect his sister.

Kenjaku had no intention of intervening, but the boy's resolve piqued his interest. "Maybe," he thought, "if he proves strong enough to defend her, I might consider helping them. Maybe..."

As the spectacle unfolded before him, Kenjaku began to delve into his own thoughts. Lately, he had found himself questioning the philosophy of life he had followed for centuries. Watching the shinobi world from the shadows, he contemplated his existence and purpose.

What was it that he truly sought? His power had long since surpassed the comprehension of many. He was capable of subduing Bijuus on his own and facing beings that others regarded as deities. But did he want more power?

The line between monster and human had blurred long ago for Kenjaku. Watching the boy in the alley, he wondered if any humanity remained within him. A spark, a trace, perhaps… Or maybe it was just a reflection of what he once was.

'All of this is nonsense...'. He wondered why he had to think about such boring things, but when you've lived for so long, even the most profound thoughts can become tiresome.

If it had been his past self, he might have considered helping these children.

But he didn't want to help them, he actually didn't care.

Did he really want to become a god? Did he want to revive Kaguya? Why did he strive to live so long and not at least have a normal life?

That's when he remembered a concept from his old world.

Hedonism is the belief that pleasure, or in other words the absence of pain, is the most important principle in determining the morality of any action.

Establishing pleasure as the end and foundation of life.

I am a person who lives as I want, I do what I want, and I get what I want for my own pleasure, I don't care if I have to hurt others.

In the normal world, it wasn't something I could do because I was bound by the everyday things of life, family, expectations, social pressure, and studies, and the world in general was an enemy that suppressed my own goals.

But the need to live and make money condemned us to be eternal slaves of the world system.

But if there is something that limits a human from being hedonistic, it's time itself.

To give an example of someone who broke the cycle of time, Sukuna.

Sukuna is a being who transcended time and managed to live into the modern era in Jujutsu Kaisen despite being sealed and turned into multiple cursed objects known as Sukuna's fingers, which served the purpose of carrying his fragmented soul.

In the past era, he was known as the incarnation of evil, a natural disaster, a demon.

All because he did and lived as he pleased, fighting until he was satisfied, surpassing anyone who interfered with his path.

However, Sukuna wasn't as evil as they portrayed him; he was simply so powerful that he could do whatever he wanted and live as he pleased. His only pleasure in life, and the reason he decided to transcend into the modern era, was to satisfy his thirst for battle, aspiring to one day find someone who would give him a challenge and make his heart beat again.

The one who came close to that was Gojo Satoru, the strongest of the modern era, who in his desire to show Sukuna what love was, fell in battle in a fight against him.

Sukuna was someone who pursued the pleasure of battle, doing whatever he wanted and following his heart's command.

 Kenjaku was someone similar, Kenny from Jujutsu Kaisen was a being who lived almost 1000 years with a single goal, to find something that entertained him.

At first, when he reincarnated into this world, he considered simply getting stronger and reaching the level of an Ootsutsuki, but that was when Kenjaku's influence on him wasn't as strong.

But it wasn't just him, all the reincarnated beings were hedonists, he just did not want too much attention, and maybe this ritual aligned with his new personality.

Coming out of his internal monologue he watched as the boy stood up from the corpses of the dogs with a defiant and tired look as he spat blood from his mouth.

The older men mocked him as they calmly walked towards the alley and began to unbuckle their belts.

The 2 boys watched in fear and panic as the 2 men approached with bad intentions.

The boy tried to get in front of his sister but was kicked and slammed into a wall.

The attackers spoke unintelligible things, babbling as they grabbed the girl who looked to be about 10 years old, and ripped off her clothes.

The boy protested on the verge of unconsciousness as he tried to get up and fight once again.

One of the attackers approached the boy and grabbed him tightly forcing him to watch how they were going to use his sister while the same attacker who held him with a lascivious look also began to undress him.

Kenjaku, who was silently watching everything with a blank stare, watched everything happening before his eyes with a blank stare.

Was this supposed to make him feel something?...

The abusers started using the girl until they got tired and the boy was abused by the other abuser for over 1 hour without stopping.

Once the abusers left, Kenjaku approached the alley where the 2 children were lying already dead, with a girl sexually abused at a young age and dead and a boy in the same state.

Kenjaku watched their bodies with a blank stare as he brought the 2 corpses closer so they could rest in peace together.

He placed them on a scroll and with a sigh he walked out of the alley with a still blank stare...

'Why didn't I help them? I could have saved them, why didn't I?' Why...'

Passing through the center of the village he entered the red light district of the village and entered a brothel.

He had followed their chakra signatures to this place.

Once he reached a reception room he walked as if nothing had happened while the receptionist tried to stop him, but a single look and a genjutsu had stopped her from doing whatever she wanted to do.

Not only were the thugs who had murdered the children long ago there but there were other bigwigs from the rain village including the current leader of Amegakure village having intimacy with minors or drinking indiscriminately and abusing substances.

This for the first time aroused an emotion he had not felt in years...

They weren't just bastards, they were fucking scum.

They understood pleasure as the end and foundation of life.

Something that, deep down, he also shared, but in a completely different way.

Hatred...

He felt a deep hatred he had not experienced towards another human being in eons of existence.

The bigwigs and leader of Amegakure were shocked to see the presence of a hooded figure in the room. Seeing his menacing appearance, they decided to attack him, despite his naked state. They knew that if someone had entered the party uninvited or unrecognized, it was probably an intruder come to kill them. 

But before they could move, they were caught under absolute pressure.

"I hope you enjoyed your stay on this land because it will now be mine." With those words, a black hole emerged above the hooded figure, and hundreds of creatures, as if straight out of hell, condensed under a massive amount of chakra, powerful enough to destroy an entire hotel.

"Uzumaki." The black hole launched itself toward those present before they could do anything, causing a massive explosion that destroyed the house and the surrounding area, creating a crater meters deep.

Kenjaku reappeared at the tower of Amegakure's leader, grabbing the current leader by the collar of his shirt and dragging him across the ground.

With a cold gaze, he looked at the paralyzed, bald, obese man who was responsible for one of the main causes of Amegakure's misfortune.

"From now on, you and I will be friends." With those words, Kenjaku looked at the girls behind him: some naked, others wrapped only in sheets. Several copies of Kenjaku stood behind them.

With that, he entered the tallest tower in the village with the man still in his hands.

He planned to use Amegakure for his pleasure, transforming this war-scarred land into a feared and respected nation.

But first, he had to get rid of Hanzo and his resistance.

He would be the one and only true Amekage.