Let one become two, the dawn of Gattsu

Gattsu was born with no chakra abilities at all, his chakra systems being almost entirely non-existent. What he lacked in chakra utilising jutsus he made up for in sheer strength and determination as well as will power. Despite this major set back as becoming a shinobi, he was never shunned for his disability in the academy, or in the village at all. That is because the hidden stone village was renowned for its sheer stubbornness, and he was a complete embodiment of there ideologies by never giving in. Rather than be looked down upon like he would have been in another village, in Iwagakure he was looked up to by the other students, as despite no natural talent at being a ninja, he still came out on top of all the physical exercises and tests.
Back to the near present, Gattsu is meeting with the Tsuchikage, intending to get him to allow him to leave the village to hone his skills. "You can not leave the village becoming a wandering nin, your not prepared to go to the out side world on your own. You may be strong, but not strong enough to be able to undertake what your planning." The Tsuchikage continued, to which Gattsu replied
"It is exactly those reasons that I need to go out there, by doing that I will grow in strength far quicker than what I will do stuck in this village.”
“That may be true, how ever you are currently far to young to be able to do that, no matter what you yourself are like. However… I will let you go ad become wandering, if you take a chuunin wander with you.” The Tsuchikage eventually gave in.
To which Gattsu replied “That is fine, as long as I can be out in the field not cooped up in this village.” After which he left the building, and went down out on to the street. While going through the town he took a look at all the swords laid out in the shops. Most were tiny, pathetic things in his eyes however, as he was an exclusive user of double handed swords, preferably as long as he was tall, if not more so. Unfortunately, he had not money, and so far he had always just borrowed a sword from the village before carrying any thing out. ‘Hmm… I will need to find a weapon worthy of my self in order to be able to survive in this world.’ He thought then headed away from the shops and main high street, towards where he was currently staying. He was an orphan, being a miscarriage that miraculously survived, even as a baby having a strong will to live on, with his mother dying, and his father unknown to him. Being an orphan he had no major home, nothing more than four walls and a roof, with the absolute bare minimum within, a bed, a sink, toilet, and a cupboard. He did not have any thing as a hobby, as he spent all his time either training or resting. ‘I wonder what my chuunin partner will be like’ he thought to him self, ‘hope fully he wont hold me back, and is also able to fight with me back to back’. He was also hoping that he would not need to be with him for very long, as as soon as he was promoted to the rank of chuunin he would be allowed to go and wander about on his own with out special permission or any thing.
A week after his meeting with the Tsuchikage Gattsu was waiting by the village gates, to where he was told that he should meet the chuunin who would be wandering along with him, his ticket to where he wanted to be in life. The chuunin arrived a little bit after Gattsu had, and then introduced him self briefly, and said the rest he would find out soon enough, as he liked things to be shown not told. The chuunin turned out to be a laid back and uncaring shinobi, who became a wanderer because he could not be bothered to be constantly making reports to the village, and did not like to be stuck in 1 place, rather he preferred to be constantly moving, taking things as they came. As they were just leaving through the gates, and starting on down the main path away from the village, Gattsu turned to the chuunin “So… where is the first place we will be heading to? Considering we don’t have any one place set to go to”, to which he replied “Well as we don’t have any where to go, that means we can just follow the road, no destination, just end up where we end up, see what we can do to get some money and some supplies, then carry on the road again till we end up in another place and need supplies again. That is how we as wanders live until a time as such we are requested and needed off. But don’t worry the chances of us being called back to the village is very remote, considering it would need to be a war to have broken out for us to be needed so badly, and in this day and age that should not be any worry for us.”
Gattsu did not bother to reply, as he liked the thought of war, and what it brings. He did not care about being known, did not care about stature, did not care about honour. All that he was after was a challenge in a fight, and war was meant to be one of the bloodiest fights to have existed.
It was not long before they both had reached a café along the road side, to which the chuunin said they would go in. Despite not having been on the road for very long they were in no hurry as he said, and so they had a small meal. Just as they had finished there meal, the café was assaulted from the out side, doton jutsu’s being used to crack the whole building open. Both Gattsu and the chuunin jumped into action, but the chuunin told Gattsu to stay back, due to his lack in strength and equipment, but he refused to hide. 2 Shinobi then ran through on of the cracked and broken walls, now just a gaping hole, and upon seeing the chuunin they rushed at him, knowing that he was intending to attack. There fight was short and fierce, but Gattsu did not have a chance to intervene at all, left as a mere spectator. In the end, 1 of the assaulters was dead, the other lying next to him, nearly dead. The chuunin however was also on the verge of death, and motioned Gattsu to come over to him, with his dying moves giving him a sword, telling him to finish of the other injured attacker. His last words to Gattsu was “become great upon the battlefield, and don’t die as some nameless warrior on some nameless battlefield, survive and become great.”. Gattsu took the sword, walked over to the attacker, and slid the blade into his mouth, and it erupted from the back of his neck in blood. He had killed his first, and survived his first fight, but he had much to do before he was prepared for something like a war that he wanted.

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