Naruto: Uzumaki Yuji [EN]

Yūji ignored everything, both Sukuna and his companions who tried to stop him, his face tightened his jaw as he sighed, and legs ran as fast as they could, increasing even more his energy production with CE, and he heard from behind that his sensei was already catching up, after all this was Jōnin rank.

' I cannot let them kill these people, how could I ignore human life? Damn! I have been preparing for this, but I still cannot... I simply cannot tolerate it ' thought the boy with rage, he wanted to assimilate it, but one thing was thinking it and another executing it.

It was clear that he could not accept that fact which he himself had foolishly convinced himself of.

He reached the place he previously remembered as the cause of the feudal, witnessing from that moment the intense flames and samurai bodies thrown on the ground, some without a head, others with their belly open, many died with expressions of horror.

He could only clench his fists, bite his lower lip to enter the only area that was not burning.

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[ Yūji POV ]

At the moment of entering the main area where I first met the feudal, the scene I encountered was indescribable.

It was a battle where those I knew as shinobi killed the samurai warriors so easily, some of them spat on them, others laughed at them and trampled their bodies after death.

I could not stand it, my blood boils! If the feudal is to blame, they should not pay for that man's fault, they are innocent of the regime!

" STOP! HALT! " I shouted so forcefully that even my throat tore, everyone stopped when they heard me shout, and in unison they all turned to look at me instantly.

I did not want to attack them, but I had the urge to do so, my arms trembled.

I heard someone come up behind me, it was very possible that it was Rokushō-sensei, " Yūji, you have not obeyed my orders, you must stop ordering yourself " there it is, that damn attitude! Sensei really did not care about the scene in front of him!

My mouth trembled, I was sure my eyes did too from the spasm of holding myself back from acting. I was lost in my thoughts and feelings, the conflict between the morality of my former life and this one made it very difficult to find harmony.

I felt something hold my foot, and the instant it did, I lowered my head so slowly... I saw a dying man with such terrible wounds before my eyes, seeing how one eye hung from his cheek, missing teeth, and his intestines hanging scattered on the ground, I saw what crawled just to hold my foot.

" hel... help me... please... " his voice was a thread, I was going to help him, I did not even hesitate, I know that apart from that corrupt blood on my skin, I could decide to whom to give my blood and to whom not, unlike my sister who has a healing ability but not a corrupt one.

I raised my knee just to show my arm, and quickly brought my arm close, " Quick, bit here, you will be healed immediately " I did not care about the people who were there witnessing the scene, my blood would help him, that man bit my arm without thinking.

My healing chakra could help him for only a few moments, perhaps if Ajisai or Suiren helped me, we could take him to a medical ninja, I saw one in the village, if we acted, this man could—

*SPLAT*

The viscous sound of something embedding in the skin, the blood falling on my face, and barely hearing the spasm of that dying man made me freeze, I saw the bite mark with some blood on it, which quickly regenerated, but that was not the important part.

That man... his life was snatched away so easily, like a toy exchange, my body only trembled... I want to help, I do not want to kill people like they do.

When I turned my face to the front, I saw a member of the Kurosuki family smiling, laughing in my face, surely at my deplorable action.

" tha... that man... y-you, you have no right to kill him, that man has a family! He had a home! They are not to blame for what that leader has done " my voice trembled as I tried to reason with that shinobi, but what made me angrier was that they did not take me seriously.

Their laughter came out so chilling, their amusement.

My gaze returned to the man impaled by a short sword that that member of the Kurosuki family had inflicted, still his face had a glimmer of hope, believing he would live, but nevertheless, he died before my eyes.

I am so weak...

' You have to accept it, brat, this is not for you, if you give me your body, you will never have to bother yourself again to suffer watching death as if it were an appetizer, come on, Yūji '

I heard Sukuna's voice persuading me, but I ignored it.

A sigh behind me was heard, disappointed, surely sensei expected more from me, " Yūji, you must not meddle in matters from other places, you should only concern yourself with your village " he tried to explain to me, " I understand! But... if we have the opportunity to help, why not do it?

Just because they are not from Amegakure, should we not help? They are still people! People like us!

My moral crisis continued to expand, seeing the blood I had on my hands when I had tried to help that man by biting my arm, " and-I... please, sensei... " I tried to beg for him to help me save those people.

The feudal lord was not yet dead, and the few high-ranking samurais were gagged, they were in front of me, in front of me! And I could not move because I felt my sensei place his hand on my shoulder.

" If you decide to help, Yūji, I will immediately inform *Hanzō-sama* that you do not obey your superior, I will treat you as someone who rejects his village... you know what happens to those who reject " hearing what sensei said in such a serious and harsh way made me tense, but in front of me, I saw those people looking at me with hope, they looked at me with great longing for me to help them.

In contrast, with Rokushō-sensei, in Amegakure I have my friends... my family, Karin, my sister Konan, my brother Pain... grandmother Tamayo... all my acquaintances and my family are in that place.

I feel my vision cloud, but my expression now is blank.

I heard a voice that was hoarse and full of admiration, when I turned I saw the face of the person everyone said was the head of the Kurosuki family, beautiful eyes and thick lips, but the tears in his tear ducts did not lie, he really seemed to cry for everything I had done.

Although he had a very strange back, as if it were a very large lump, it is possible that it contained a hidden weapon.

His gaze was only on me.

" You are a boy with a good heart, in this rotten shinobi world, really... a good boy, since you are such a good boy and your ninja friends, I will let you see the execution of these thieving and dishonest men, in front of the entire village in the front row, you will enjoy watching how these abusive corrupt ones die, and the joy of the oppressors fills the air... " that man spoke with compassion, I did not realize until I felt my palms warm.

I was gripping so tightly and blood was already coming from me.

*tsss*

*tsss*

*tsss*

Drop after drop, I heard my blood penetrate the wood easily, rotting it immediately.

I... do not know what to express. Nor know what to feel...

Again, I am sure my eyes are so gloomy from what I was witnessing, and being tied up, so... useless.

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Rokushō watched sadly how the boy, whose joy he had once loved and been attracted to, now emitted none of that.

He had to threaten him, he had to let him know that he would not always act so immaturely with his emotions, and although luckily they did not have to fight ninjas from other villages, it is the best and richest experience to educate and teach his students what should and should not be done.

Ajisai, although inwardly... was really worried about that foolish boy, seeing how his reddish gaze that was always vibrant and shining, now his eyes are...

Dark, dark eyes so deep that it seemed there was nothing inside...

Suiren noticed how he bit his lower lip and his hands dripped with blood, did Yūji really care so much about those unknown people? He does not even know them, nor has he lived with them.

He did not deny it, she was also very worried about Yūji, but she would not act until their sensei told them what to do.

Raiga, the head of the Kurosuki family, looked at Rokushō and the two girls, and gave a huge smile of gratitude toward them, " Without you, I must say that this corrupt being could continue exploiting the villagers... I thank you on behalf of my family " he spoke with gratitude. The ninjas from Amegakure diverted the feudal's attention and managed to deliver the decisive blow. " Without you, we would not have been able to kill these parasites, I am truly very grateful " when he said it, everyone from the family slightly bowed their heads in gratitude.

Yūji lowered his gaze, feeling worse upon hearing that explanation, his blank stare not revealed.

" It is not really a problem, now that we are here, I hope they pay us the money that that man would have sent us " now that he was under the hands of the Kurosuki family, Rokushō did not treat the man who was trembling and screaming suffocated because of the cloth gag in his mouth like a noble.

" It is not a problem, now we will execute this man full of dishonor in front of the village " Raiga, with ease, took the feudal and, in one leap, headed to the center of the village.

Yūji's legs trembled even more, he wanted to shout to himself not to obey, that he would save that man, but his sensei's hand only pressed more forcefully on his shoulder, leaving him unable to move, " S-sensei..." the little boy spoke pleadingly.

" I have already spoken my word, Yūji, you have the right to decide, if you run away from this place to save people who are not from your village, you will be a renegade " declared the green‐haired Jōnin without scruples, his face showing no sign of sympathy but a very serious one, as if he saw in that boy a future renegade ninja.

Yūji was surprised, but immediately turned his gaze to Ajisai and Suiren, extending both his hands toward his companions, " Ajisai, Suiren, y-you, I know that you understand me! Please, you have to help me, imagine if those people were one of your families! A person you love! It is the same! Those people who were taken away have people who love them! " Yūji tried to influence them, his dark eyes looking toward the two girls.

Ajisai hesitated, but immediately, forcing her strength, clenching her jaw, she grabbed several fūinjutsu tags, ready to use them, her aggressive gaze now seeing Yūji as a potential enemy.

Suiren, although she would stand by her teammates, if Yūji preferred to save strangers rather than be with his team... her gaze grew more serious, her hands coming together again to form the first seal of a water-style jutsu, in case it became necessary.

Yūji opened his eyes with surprise, sadness, and disbelief, " A-Ajisai... Suiren? " he took a small step back, Rokushō could clearly see how the little boy was having an emotional crisis, his gaze no longer focusing on them in the first place.

It seemed he could not bear it, defeated, he fell to the ground, in that place surrounded by corpses and the flames consuming that feudal house, the red‐haired one noticed how Yūji's face, contracted, was hyperventilating as he tried to decide.

" Sensei... I... I-I don't want to do this... "

" Did you think that being a shinobi was only laughing and helping? We are trained killers, corrupt people who will not hesitate to kill if given a mission, missions are law, they are fulfilled, we only protect our village, Yūji, you should have made up your mind at the first moment you were warned what being a shinobi entailed... you do not have the attitude for this profession " the coldness of his words seemed to hurt Yūji, the echo of the Jōnin's voice in that desolate place, as the Kurosuki family went out to execute the feudal along with the surviving samurais.

Yūji was silent, listening to everything his sensei said, " The life of a shinobi is not what you want to do, but what our commanding lord desires to do, they command, we obey, we have explained this as teachers in the academy so many times " the boy understood it, and he really did, but the cruelty of such a different era still clashed with his morality in an era so advanced, one where there was no dishonorable battle... perhaps this is what people who claimed to be soldiers in Japan felt.

" With that mentality for the team, all you will bring is the death of your comrades " with that, his sensei raised his gaze toward him and his two companions, his hands on his trembling knees, " Will you decide to kill an enemy, or will you let the enemy kill your comrades? Will you worry about your enemy's family, about what would happen if he dies and how they suffer, or will you worry about returning to your own family? This is the life of a shinobi, Yūji... The greatest enemy of a shinobi is not another shinobi, but the burden of his own conscience " he said this more because of how the boy was reacting to a situation that, although horrible and lamentable, is the gentlest thing that will be paved in his career.

Seeing that face so sad and dull with eyes as dark as night made the sensei sigh, Rokushō bent down to hold the hand of his youngest student.

That boy was something that made him sentimental, " You must not worry... this is above all a lesson for you, you must understand, Yūji, if you wish to continue being a shinobi, or simply live comfortably as a villager so that you do not have to witness the cruelty of this world " Yūji did not answer, but he got up with his sensei's help.

The heart that beat so fast in Yūji had calmed down, but a face that almost no one had seen sadness seeped into every gesture that that little boy made, Suiren felt a bit bad because truly her sensei had been very harsh with him.

But he was right. Although Suiren secretly liked the boy's innocence, she had to understand the cruelty of this era, which was said to be moments of peace.

After several years passed, wars and more wars occurred, things that could not be avoided. Ajisai, frustrated, only went to Yūji to place a hand on his hair, ruffling it, " Stop crying, you miserable brat, it hurts us when people die, but it is our survival or theirs, you have to analyze the situation before acting! " she tried to encourage him in her own way, managing to see how Yūji's dark eyes began to light up a bit.

But his smile was no longer so warm, the bitterness still remained.

" I understand, Ajisai, thank you "

The boy's voice was barely heard, so defeated. Rokushō noticed him, but he knew he had to give Yūji time to think.

" I will give you little time to decide if you want to continue being a shinobi, or you will only be a villager " he gave the verdict, watching as the red‐haired boy tensed a bit but did not show more.

The green‐haired one looked at his three students and sighed deeply, " Very well, team, I suppose we have nothing left to do here, the feudal is dead and in the end a family from this village has taken charge, we have nothing to do here, we will leave at this moment for Amegakure, we have already confirmed that this family will give us our payment and send it " the Jōnin spoke firmly and seriously.

" Yes, sensei! " the two girls spoke calmly.

" Yes... "

At that moment, Rokushō looked at the three, " Come on, we must hurry as we took too long to reach the Rain Village "

The three students followed, and following their sensei, they departed at that moment taking strong leaps and moving agilely.

Farewells to the miners who guarded? To the new family that took charge? They are not like that, it is not their style, Rokushō tolerated all that theater for Yūji.

All those people were only his mission, and now that they are no longer his concern, those same people become of no interest to him.

Team Rokushō left that same day from Katabami Mizan, embarking on that long journey of days toward Amegakure, leaving Yūji with a lesson, where throughout the journey he neither spoke nor laughed nor asked as he did at first.

All that the group saw were the once vibrant eyes of the boy.

There were only dark eyes.

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[ Yūji has to understand in the end that the shinobi life has no happiness, they are basically the soldiers of their country, there is only death and blood, they are not people, they are tools ]