《Naruto Fanon — Generations》


 The Rabbit, The Fox

    A clanging of metal against metal, and the sparks produced from the clash lit up the air for a few quick moments...


    Dashing and sprinting around one another, two shinobi of equal power faced off in a clear field, illuminated by themoon''s glare. Quick wits battled quick wits, and the silence that deafened the ears of the two shinobi remained strong.


    In one corner of the field, a man of dark hair. His eyes shone with crimson beauty, a reference to his heritage''s renowned ability: the Sharingan. His face was darkened in the night, but the intensity of his eyes shot out from the darkness.


    In the other corner, a man of white hair. Long and unending was his locks, and it stood from the rest of the man. His eyes were of vibrant gold, and a sword rested between his palms, a nod to his prowess in swordsmanship.This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.


    Unsaid words danced in the air, and for good reason. Their rivarly spoke for them, a long-lasting friendship that had ended up at this point in time. Their actions would now form sentences.


    But, this silence, this beautiful silence, would be interrupted by bitter words.


    "Hy¨±ga, Seireit¨­." The dark haired man uttered with intensity. His eyes seemed to flash just once underneath the night''s sky. He had called the name of his opponent.


    A smirk rose onthe other''s lips just from hearing his opponent''s anger. A dangerous glare escaped him.


    "Uchiha, Ryun. It is unfortunate that this cyclemust continue." His voice traveled, signifying his playful yet sinister demeanor.


    The Uchiha could not bear to toil in his rival''s words. "Seireit¨­. You''ve been a stepping stone for me, maybe an obstacle. Our names will forever be etched into each other''s spirits. So, respect me when I say that I will put every ounce of my being into fighting you. I would feel bad if I didn''t notify you of your worthiness as my opponent."


    A silence soaked the space between them.


    "I''d like to say the same. But, try not to sound so crestfallen. It''d undoubtedly ruin this thrill that fills us."


    And resuming again was the heat of battle, and the rushing of sword against sword. Ferocity had returned to them once more; a night that engraved itself into the history of the shinobi era.

 The Way Things Are

    Sunlight drizzled upon the land''s green pastures. The sun was the brightest object of the day and brought about a warm air to the Land of Fire. Within this land of scars and history, a thriving village reigned. The Village Hidden in Leaves, Konohagakure. It has seen many attacks in it''s lifetime, but it now rests in an era of peace.


    Within the village, the rustle and bustle of the day could be felt. Laughter and happiness stirred itself within the civillians, creating a pleasant environment. On their calendars marked the "Shining Moon Festival", a fun night to celebrate the peace between the nations. Many were shopping for beautiful clothing and making arrangements.


    As the day continued, some of the village''s rising stars were preparing as well. One particular genin was consulting a trusted friend of his and teammate.


    "Would something as flashy as this.. catch her attention?" he asked. His hand held up a bright orange haori, one that he would never wear on any festival day. He was HomuraRind¨­, an unpopular name among the new generation. A brown-haired, dark-eyed boy of fair skin. He wore a simple shirt.


    The one to respond would be his laidback friend. "Rind¨­, why think too hard about it? a girl isn''t somecomplex creature. She''ll like you with or without that dumb haori."The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    Tono Hiseki. A more renown name among the generation. He has been referred to as the "Eye of Accuracy" due to his undeniable skill in shurikenjutsu and projectile throwing.


    "Well, you know how I feel about her," a blush painted his face, "I just want her approval really."


    Sunset fell upon the day within hours. The sky changed from blue to gold as it awaited the festival.


    A man with hair of white sat atop a building, looking at the ground below, counting the many heads that passed. His deep blue eyes stared blankly below, looking at everything while looking at nothing.


    Hatake Yasaki, son of the infamous Hatake Kakashi and Konoha beauty, Hatake Sayuri. Yasaki had worked to make a name for himself and he had succeeded. His title, the Silver Arrow of the Hidden Leaf, has resonated well with civillians. He dreamed of a time where it had been his goal to become Hokage. Where he searched for a purpose in the world. He had found it when his daughter, Himizu, was born.


    "Hiseki and Rind¨­ should be preparing for the festival now. Are you going to go, Kiyako?" he asked the young boy sitting next to him. The boy resembled Yasaki, withi his white hair and striking green eyes. Piercings dotted both of his ears, giving him a "bad boy" look.


    "Hiseki is my rival, Dad. I can''t hang out with him. Besides, my teammates aren''t coming." Kiyako responded angrily. His father merely smirked.


    "I remember when rivals were still important to me."

 A Stupid Rivalry

    "Pseudo-Uchiha! you don''t deserve those eyes!"


    A quick blur of punches and kicks came speeding towards the genin Yasaki. His eyes gave off a crimson hue. Unique to him, there were two tomoe within his clan''s most feared d¨­jutsu. He could analyze the path of each fist and foot to properly counter them.


    His opponent: his own teammate. Uchiha Anari, a fiery boy who showed animosity towards Yasaki. The two were constant enemies to one another due to their conflicting personalities, bloodlines, and ideals. Fire and water; two opposing natures in endless strife.


    "Jealousy is a terrible disease!" Yasaki retorted while launching his own series of attacks.


    Their teacher, a middle-aged man with a scarred eye, dissapointedly sighed and restedhis hand on his forehead. Jisei Kiryo, once known as ahero of Konohagakure, had since retired from his shinobi duties. However, afterprodding him to return to the occupation of j¨­nin, he was assigned a team. While Yasaki and Anari were hard-headed children, Ky¨±ka held her intelligence.This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    She was one of happiness and joy and was wise beyond her years. Of course, she would be the one to speak on the current situation.


    "Yasaki. Anari. We''re in the middle of an important mission. Do you two always have to do your nonsensical arguing during times like this?" she asked with concern. Her care for the situation snapped Yasaki from his anger. Her voice carried lightly into his ears, like a soft lullaby.


    "At least one of ya'' has some damn sense. I don''t know what I''d do without ya'', Ky¨±ka."


    The tragedy that struck next forever changed their lives. An ambush that they had never prepared for. Ky¨±ka, while trying to protect Yasaki from the man behind him, received a blow of great power, knocking her unconcious.


    She appeared to be lifeless, bruised, and bloodied. This sent a shockwave of emotion through both of the boys, and simultaneously, they awakened the next form of their d¨­jutsu. Their care for her broke their limits, and they managed to easily fight the group of missing-nin together.


    He remembered with such detail how he felt, seeing her defeated like that. He could still feel that pain in his heart to the current day. Although she''s healed, Yasaki still feels guilt for the incident.