Sorry for the late upload I finished yesterday but I didn't like it so I scrapped the whole thing and I'm glad I did I think this ch is preety good. Also we are moving a tiny bit away from cannon like I said we would.
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Splassshhh
Sakumo plunged hard back into the cold, endless waters filled with memories and the looming feeling of death as the water embraced his body as if he were one of its own, its grasp pulling him deeper into its abyss.
Sakumo desperately tried to resist as he tried to force his way back to whatever place he was in before. Unanswered questions filled his mind as his brain desperately tried to find an answer to no avail, and due to that, panic began to seep in.
'Dad, what did you mean? Why can't I remember you? Your name? What aren't you telling me…? And why… Why are you leaving me so soon? I'm not ready to go back and face them, to confront my failure to confront him! ' Sakumo thought, the words he desperately wanted to say trapped in his mind as his body was pulled further and further from the place he desperately hoped to reach.
Sakumo, who had always been a child praised for his maturity, a boy with the mind and heart of a man, was still only but a child. A child who feared confronting those he failed, a child who didn't want to bear the weight of the life he left… A child who wasn't ready to leave the safe company of his father and face the duties of a man.
As Sakumo continued to struggle, and time who waiting for no one as it continued to tick, eventually Sakumo's body could no longer keep up with the desperation of a child and turned black as Sakumo passed out, his body sinking further and further into the depths.
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"Daddd!" Sakumo desperately shot his body up as he came to, instinctively greedily taking several gulps of air, his body no longer suffocated by the cold waters.
After a few moments of regaining his composure, Sakumo began to look around as he tried to analyze his surroundings to no avail. 'It's all…White,' Sakumo noted as he looked around at the completely, seemingly endless white space.
"Do you like Sakumo-sama? I tried to construct a calming space using your favorite color as a base." A voice sounded through the empty white space, sounding both close and far at the same time.
The voice, seemingly male, seemed both older and powerful to Sakumo, reminiscent of his grandfather's, radiating power and a wisdom that came from decades of war. No, that power surpassed his grandfather's.
"Who said that?" Sakumo said his body instinctively moved into a defensive position as he wearily watched his surroundings as he attempted to find the origin of the voice.
"Oh, my apologies, Sakumo-sama." The voice said once again as a figure appeared from nowhere.
The figure, a man, had beige skin with deep wrinkles, a sign of his age. He had spiky, shoulder-length, pale brown hair and a matching goatee, extending from either side of his forehead had a pair of horn-like protrusions.
His eyes, different from anything Sakumo had ever seen, were purple and held a ripple-like pattern. And much to the surprise of Sakumo, in the center of the man's head was a Sharingan-like eye.
"Are you from the Uchiha clan?" Sakumo said skeptically, Though the question came from his mouth, he hardly believed it. Aside from Madara Uchiha, no Uchiha in the entire history of the clan could possibly radiate a pressure like this. Not only that, but the obviously foreign features of horns and a third eye further disproved this.
"Hahaha, as expected of Fenrir, the Demon Dog of the shinobi world. Though you have not earned that name yet, you still hold such sharp fangs, Sakumo-sama!" The man said, his gaze looking off as if reminiscing about something.
'What is he talking about? And what's with that name? It sounds dumb, Sakumo chided internally, though his gaze always remained on the man, if he could be called that.
"Ah, and to answer your question, my name is Hogoromo Otsutsuki, or, as you may know me, the Sage of Six Paths, and you could say the Uchiha are from me, not the other way around," Hogoromo said with another chuckle.
"The…Sage…Of…Six…Paths" Sakumo repeated in his head as he tried to make sure he just heard what he heard right.
"My apologies for my rudeness, Sir Sage of Six Paths." Sakumo said with a slight bow after a few moments. If not for the fact he would bow to no one but Hiruko, he'd already be on his knees.
"No need to bow, Sakumo-sama, really no need," Hogoromo urged with a sense of urgency that caught him off guard. The man raising his head, looking at Sakumo's confusion, sighed slightly, his mind thinking about something only he knew.
"The strings of fate really are in disarray. To think the children of prophecy I've put in place and those meant to help them aren't even needed anymore. Some won't even be born, some will lose their will, and some will change. A millennia of plans gone. Oh, how…annoying." The man said quietly with a sigh.
'It's fine that Chimera at least owes me for fulfilling the cycle and saving his most precious subordinate,' Hogoromo said as he smiled slightly. Soon, however, that smile turned slightly bitter. 'And if I didn't, he'd probably kill me and the shinobi world. Ever since That Day, he has become even more obsessed with protecting those he cares about.' The man added,
Sakumo, speaking up, decided to ask what was on his mind: "Sir Sage of Six Paths, why did you save me?" Sakumo asked.
Hogoromo, being pulled from his thoughts, pondered slightly about how much he should reveal lest he get on that man's bad side for changing too much.
"Well, I saved you for two reasons, Sakumo-sama. One is because I was asked to by a man even I cannot defy," Hogoromo said slowly.
"Asked by who?" Sakumo asked back in his mind, cataloging through who he knew would tell a god to save him.
"Well, he goes by many names: the Chimera of the ninja world, the God Killer, the Eternal One. And many more, but the one known and recognized is the Zatta no kido," Hogoromo said, a sliver of fear in his voice.
"The Zatta no Kido?" Sakumo asked with confusion as he prepared to decipher the name, only for Hogormo to beat him to it.
"The Demon Child of the Myriad," Hogoromo said.
Hearing this name and the weight it seemed to carry, Sakumo instinctively shivered as he couldn't help but ask, "And the second reason?"
Hogoromo hearing this gulped slightly as he said, "Because you are too weak right now, and I need you to learn the truth much quicker so you can help the other ten reach their strengths faster, especially if you want to help the Zatta no Kido prepare for what's to come, the danger even he never foresaw. But most importantly, to stick beside him in his nearing trials, the trials that will bring him close to destroying the ninja world."
Sakumo hearing this, his eyes went wide. "Destroying…the ninja world and me? I'm meant to stop him. How? -" But before Sakumo could finish, a third voice cut through. One that sent a shiver through Hogoromo as he started sweating bullets.
"How disgusting; when met with the trials your master is going to face, you waste time asking how." The voice suddenly interrupted the two as a man with long, spiky silver hair that reached his back walked in.
He wore a grey and white kimono with a wolf design; if you looked closely, a tattoo seemed to peek from beneath his shoulder.
Anchored at his side were three swords, one of which Sakumo recognized as the sword of his family, the White Light Chakra Saber in all its glory. Sheathed in all its glory in a pure white scabbard with the Hatake family symbol.
The second and third both radiated a pressure that threatened to strip every last bit of breath from Sakumo's throat.
'I can't move…' Sakumo said as he felt as if he would collapse right there.
One sword stayed in a purple scabbard adorned with gold and radiated an aura Sakumo could only describe as evil.
The third, Sakumo's body, refused to look at for the mere reason that he felt he was unworthy to look at a sword whose aura radiated destruction, an ancient suffocating aura.
"To think I would be so pitiful! You who serve the Demon Child of the Myriad and will be the Chimera's hands, acting in such a way—what a disgrace to my master. Listen to me; let me show you the minimum you need to reach to stand beside our master. And if you don't? I'll kill you myself; our master doesn't need a weakling like you," the man said as he unsheathed the white light chakra saber, its metal glowing with an unnatural glow.
Raising his sword up high as he held it with both hands, he said in a low voice, "Hatake true style form 0: Cut," as he simply waved his sword.
But to Sakumo this was anything but simple; to him it was the pinnacle of swordsmanship, simple yet refined. A strike reminiscent of a god. The white space cracking and shattering from the mere strength of that swing as it seemed reality itself seemed to break.
(A/N that wasn't the use of a DF)
Sakumo on the other hand could only had one thought 'Oh, my head's been cut, huh,' Sakumo said as he saw his body fall to the ground from the floor. 'But that was amazing'