In The Walking Dead as Itachi Uchiha ?! (TWD)

<3rd Person Pov>

A loose circle had started to form around Rick and Shane, as the rest of the group slowly gathered around them.

Shane stepped forward, putting down the duffle bag in front of the others.

"Alright, everyone will take one, and we will teach you how to shoot and how to maintain your gun."

He unzipped the bag and started pulling out handguns and laying them on a table near Rick, unloading each one.

"Now, before anyone gets ahead of themselves, this ain't a game. If you don't know what you're doing, you don't touch it until me or Rick are around."

Rick gave a firm nod beside him.

"We set up some empty cans on the fence posts, that will be your target. We'll go one at a time for now, and everyone will get their turn."

His eyes swept the group.

"Do not fire unless one of us is standing right there with you, no matter how excited or confident you feel. We don't want someone accidentally shooting someone else or themselves."

Shane's gaze drifted to the side, landing on Carl and Sophia standing close to Lori and Carol.

"Especially you two," he said, pointing between them. "Carl. Sophia. Don't even think about picking one up unless Rick or me says it's okay. Got it?"

Carl nodded quickly, excited that he had an opportunity to learn, while Sophia clung tighter to Carol's hand, nodding slowly.

"First up's the adults," Shane said, pulling a pistol from the pile and handing it to Rick. "Kids'll watch and learn."

Rick took the gun and started showing how to correctly hold it, pointing it away from the others.

"We start from the basics. First rule: finger stays off the trigger unless you're ready to shoot. And under no circumstance should you point your gun at someone else, even if the gun is not loaded."

Dale immediately turned towards Shane, squinting his eyes, while Shane just looked away, ignoring him.

Shane added,

"Second rule: don't get cocky, these ain't toys. You pull that trigger wrong, it kicks back and hits you in the face, or worse, someone else."

Andrea crossed her arms, looking at Shane.

"So, when do we actually get to the firing part?"

Shane smirked.

"Right after we show you how not to shoot your damn foot off."

Rick put the gun down.

"We'll start with the basics, grip and stance. Once we see you've got that down, we'll move to live rounds."

Shane nodded beside him.

"And if anyone even thinks about waving one of these around like some dumbass, I'll take it away myself."

The group fell into a rhythm as Shane began teaching everyone one by one, handing them a loaded Glock with a suppressor.

First up was Glenn. Shane showed him the basics, how to hold it, and how to aim.

"Finger off the trigger unless you're ready to shoot, remember that," Shane said, watching him carefully.

Glenn nodded, raised the gun, and fired three shots, two hitting the cans, one striking the fence.

"Not bad," Shane muttered, giving him a quick nod.

Andrea was next.

Meanwhile, Itachi started looking around, and T-Dog noticed and raised a brow.

"Something wrong, man?"

Itachi shook his head slightly.

"No. I'm just making sure Daryl is somhere safe."

T-Dog looked confused for a second, but before he could ask more, Shane's voice cut through the background.

"Relax your grip, you don't need to choke the gun."

Andrea took a breath, adjusted, and fired. The first shot hit the target; the next two were a little too high, grazing the tops of the cans.

Shane raised an eyebrow.

"Good, next!"

Amy stepped up next.

The first shot was a miss, the second hit the can while the third missed completely.

Shane gave her a quick nod and clapped her on the shoulder.

"Not bad. You'll get there."

Amy just ignored him and walked back to the group, her expression a little downcast.

Itachi stepped towards her.

"Relax. It's your first time, you'll get better."

Amy glanced up at him, the faintest smile forming.

"Thanks... I hope so."

Shane looked over.

"Your turn," he said, nodding towards Itachi.

Without a word, Itachi walked forward.

He raised the Glock, copying Rick's stance perfectly. He fired three shots in rapid succession.

Each one struck the center of the cans dead-on. 

Shane blinked, dumbfounded.

"That's good…"

Glenn stepped out from behind the group, eyebrows raised.

"At this point, I'm convinced you've got aim-assist."

T-Dog chuckled, nodding.

"For real. That was clean."

Itachi gave a short nod, then walked back towards the others.

Amy looked over at him as he approached.

"I guess it makes sense… considering how accurate you are with your knives."

Itachi gave a faint smile, his eyes resting on her for a moment.

"If you keep training, you'll be able to do something similar."

After everyone had their first shots, the group moved over to Rick.

"Okay, listen up," he said, motioning to the group. "This is what you do if your gun jams."

He demonstrated slowly, explaining how to check the chamber, clear the jam, and then disassemble the weapon.

As the group gathered around, Rick kept going, showing them how to clean and maintain the guns.

"Taking it apart is just as important as firing it. Always take care of your weapon. And don't forget to turn the safety off when you're ready to fire."

He glanced briefly towards Andrea as he said it.

She rolled her eyes.

"I know how the safety works now."

Rick nodded, smirking slightly.

"Just making sure," he said in a teasing tone.

And so the hour passed, those waiting for their turn on the range spent it watching, learning, and handling the guns under Rick's guidance.

Most of the group had started drifting off after training, heading towards their tents.

I stayed behind a moment, then turned to Rick.

"You know where Hershel is?"

Rick looked up from where he was putting the guns back into the duffel bag.

"Yeah... saw him head into the house right before training. Why?"

"I want to ask if they've got a map of the area," I said. "See if there's a better place we could move to, something with fencing, maybe near a water source."

Rick paused, his hands still on the bag, his expression tightening.

"They might have something like that. But I'm working on getting them to let us stay here. This place... It's about as close to paradise as we've seen."

I looked at him.

"It's not safe. No walls, nothing, we're wide open out here."

Rick straightened a little, pressing the duffel shut and zipping it closed.

"They've got fences all the way around the property."

"And they won't stop a real horde. Not if it's anything like what came through the highway."

Rick let out a breath through his nose.

"Could be our backup plan… but I'm not giving up on this place, I'll talk to Hershel, see if he'll let us stay, maybe even just through the winter."

I just nodded and walked away.

I need to find where the prison is. The faster, the better. Every day we wait, the food in the cafeteria gets lower, and there's also Axel, Oscar, and Big Tiny…

Thomas and Andrew will be killed. No reason to even consider them.

I don't remember much about Big Tiny, but I don't recall him being bad or aggressive.

Daryl and I should be enough to clear the first cell block and secure the cafeteria. I'll need to speak to him later.

I walked up to the Greene house and knocked gently on the door.

After a few seconds, Patricia opened the door. 

She smiled warmly.

"Well hey there, hon, everythin' alright?"

"I was wondering if you might have a map of the area," I said. "The more ground it covers, the better."

She squinted a little, thinking.

"Hm... reckon we might. Hershel used to keep a county survey map tucked away somewhere."

She leaned back and called into the house.

"Beth, sweetheart? Could you go ask your daddy if he still has that old county survey map?"

Beth's voice came back from the living room.

"Sure, I'll ask him."

I heard her footsteps heading down the hall.

I waited quietly by the door.

About two minutes later, Hershel appeared with a folded map in one hand.

"Beth said you were askin' for a map," he said, offering it out. "This one covers most of the county. Farmland, back roads, elevation lines... it's a little dated, but it'll get the job done."

I took it with a quiet nod of thanks, unfolding part of it to check the layout.

"Appreciate it."

Hershel crossed his arms loosely, watching me.

"You lookin' for somethin' specific?"

I gave a small nod.

"Yeah. A prison, or maybe even something better."

There was a pause.

Patricia spoke first, her voice carrying a mix of concern and confusion.

"A prison? Why in God's green earth would you go lookin' for somethin' like that?"

Beth looked over, a little taken aback.

"Wait… you're actually lookin' for a prison?"

I answered, still looking down at the map.

"Yes."

Hershel blinked, clearly taken aback by my response. For a second, no one said anything.

Then he let out a quiet breath.

"Come on inside, I'll show you."

I stepped through the doorway and made my way to the living room. I sat at the table and spread the map out across the table.

Hershel joined me a moment later, sitting across from me as his eyes scanned the map.

"There," he said, tapping a spot just southeast of where we were. "That's the West Georgia Correctional Facility. Only prison anywhere near here. It's about fifteen miles out."

He leaned back a little, resting his arms on the table as his eyes stayed on me.

"If you don't mind me askin'... why're you lookin' for a prison?"

I kept my gaze on the map, fingers still tracing the road we would have to take to get there.

"Because it's built to keep people in."

I paused for a moment, then looked up at him.

"And that means it's also built to keep things out, fences, watchtowers. With enough work, it could be turned into a stronghold."

Hershel furrowed his brow, like he was trying to make sense of it.

"You thinkin' of livin' in a place like that?"

He shook his head slightly.

"I don't get it… that ain't no kind of home, not for decent folks."

I stared at him, confused. Was he really this blind to what the world had become?

"If you think those kinds of things still matter… maybe I should take you to Atlanta, show you what you're actually dealing with."

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🧪 Author's Note:

Thank you all so much for the support, we've passed 1,900+ power stones! That's insane.

And based on the votes from the previous chapter, I've decided to stick with the original idea: the MC will build his own Anbu-style unit of skilled, trained assassins.

I'm still open to ideas, so drop some name suggestions if you think they should call themselves something else, or if I should keep it as Anbu. Let me know what sounds best to you.And if you have any character suggestions for who could belong in it, feel free to drop those as well!

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