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Ok so this is the second part of the prologue and now my spell

check is working again so this should be a bit better, please

critique is very helpful and I promise I will get the main story

next time.

Patrick woke up the next morning in a strange bed. Normally

this would be the first thing on his mind except for the fact that

his whole body hurt and he could barely move. He opened his

eyes a little and saw he was in an old fashioned room with floral

walls made of paper held together by wooden frames. He was in

a small, low to the floor bed. He noticed how soft the blanket

that was covering him was, he guested it was silk and the pillow

was very soft and was also silk. No one in his family had a bed

this nice. But once he thought about that he grew worried and

slowly crawled out of bed and was immediately hit by the

soreness that covered his entire body, but he could feel it fading

little by little, so he tried to push through the pain and find out

where he was. He walked to the door and slid it open and

walked down the hallway. He noticed the hallway was also done

in a traditional style with a few tiny tables pressed against the

back wall of the hallway on the opposite side to where the doors

to various rooms were. He noticed on the tables were a few

picture frames and bowls with some incense that had burnt out.

The two photos were very old, the first in black and white and

the second one in He saw two men laughing with their arms

around each other in one photo, and they looked like brothers

because of how much they looked like each other. The second

photo was much newer but still too old to be new. It was of what

looked like three kind of old men, maybe their early fifties,

thanking a young man, maybe in his mid-twenties, with spiky

blond hair in a long white robe. He looked happy and was

shaking the one in the middles hand in front of a building he had

seen before, some strange old building that had always

interested him, but his parents had told him stay away from it,

so he did. Patrick just walked past the picture, not really too

interested in the pictures but the house that surrounded them.

The hallway ended and spit him into a kitchen/living room area

where he saw an old women cooking in front of a stove. He

walked up to her but she heard him before he said anything and

spun around quickly with a worried look in her eyes. “Oh my,

child, what are you doing out of bed?!” she rushed up to him,

trying to see if he was ok. Patrick was very confused as to where

he was, who this woman was, and why she was so concerned

about his health. “Where am I?” asked Patrick. “Oh child, I’m so

sorry that this happened to you, but don’t worry, it won’t last

long.” “What won’t” asked Patrick, getting annoyed that he was

getting no answers and even more questions. “Oh, well, my

husband will explain everything to you when he returns, for now

just have some breakfast.” He agreed mostly because he was

hungry so he put his questions on hold for little bit. They had a

quiet breakfast of buns and fish. For some weird reason he was

really craving fish. After he finished breakfast he asked where he

was. “Well, this is a bit hard to explain but...” she was cut off by

the door opening and an old man came into the room. “Well,

hello Patrick, how are you feeling.” He seemed sad and for some

reason he was staring at Patrick with some strange look in his

eyes. It was like sadness but deeper, regret? “Where am I,

where are my parents?” the question hit the old man like

lightning. He told Patrick to sit down on the chair and sat

opposite him. “Ok Patrick, you know how almost all the

members of your clan are ninja right?” said the old man. “Yes.”

said Patrick a little confused. “Well, this is where you will start

your training, and you have a special, uh, gift inside of you that

we will use to save the village.” He almost had to force the

word ‘gift’ out but Patrick was too distracted by the idea of

saving his village to really notice. “Save the village! But how, I’m

not strong?” “Exactly, that is why we will train you, to control

the great power you have.” said the old man. “Ok, but when do I

get to see my parents again.” The old man’s eyes dropped and

didn’t say anything for a minute. “Well, until you can learn to

control the great power you have, you can’t see them or else

you might accidently hurt them.” Patrick was speechless. He had

never hurt anyone before, but now for some reason he wakes up

in some strange home, meets some old people he didn’t know

and now they tell him that he could hurt people if he got near

them!? He was too confused to think strait. “What do you mean

I will hurt them? How could I hurt them, I don’t even know basic

jutsu yet?” “Yes, but the raw power you have inside of you could

seep out and harm the ones you love if you got you let your

guard down.” Said the old man “But don’t worry, we will use

your power to restore the village to what it once was and

everyone will be happy again, ok.” Patrick barely understood

what was happening but if he did what this old man said, would

it really help his village get better? He went with what the old

man was saying and agreed to his training. “I promise you once

this war is over, everything will be as it once was, ok

Patrick.” “Ok, I trust you… what is your name?” “My name is not

important, but what is important is that we teach you how to

control your power. Just call me sensei.” said the old man. “Oh...

ok then, sensei.” They trained every day for 6 months and the

village was used to rationing their food and getting organized so

that the survivors would have a village to return to when the war

was over. This new surge of faith was powered by the elders

saying they had a new weapon up their sleeves that was

powerful enough to obliterate the entire land of iron. And then

the day came when the land of iron confronted the land of

blizzards at the border. Each side ready to put all they had on

the line for their nation. However the battle seemed fairly one

sided, as the land of iron’s samurai outnumbered the ninja at

least 3to 1, their armor was better as was their weaponry. The

battle had yet to signal so both sides stood on their respective

territory until the signal to fight had been fired. Just before the

battle started however, the blizzard’s army suddenly split down

the middle allowing for something to come through. It was a

convoy of soldiers surrounding something. The samurai thought

it might be some sort of weapon or explosive, but when the

soldiers parted, there stood a small child. The child walked

forward, his head down and stopped about five feet in front of

his army. The some samurai started laughing while some

couldn’t believe that the ice could send a child to the front line.

But some were smarter and wondered what the trick behind this

was. The soon learned as clouds suddenly created a dark

overcast over their heads and the child started glowing. All of a

sudden he started growing and changing shape! His hands

turned into paws with sharp claws, his whole body lurched

forward was he could no longer stand on two legs as his back

legs transformed and became sleek and powerful. His face

began to grow whiskers, his ears disappeared and reappeared

on top of his head, and his mouth grew giant fangs and sharp

teeth, teeth meant to kill. He was the size of small building by

the time he had stopped growing and was in the shape of a giant

cat with two giant fangs sticking out from his mouth. He was

glowing a faint blue except for the dark red of his eyes. His fur

was thick and coated in frost. He had turned into the Hyōko, The

Ice Tiger.

Hyōko growled loudly as he shifted his stance to get ready to p

ounce. Then he let out an ear-splitting roar and charged toward

the enemy.

They were so shocked that they that didn’t react, not

that they would have had time to, as the giant cat descended

upon them and swept a whole squad away with his paw. That

snapped them back to reality has the beast continued to tear

apart their army. They stood no chance as every attack they

used against the monster just bounced off of him; however it did

somehow make him look even angrier. The battle was over in 25

minutes, the score being the entire iron army being nothing but

blood on the snow. Hyōko however was far from over; he was in

a frenzy of anger and bloodlust. The cheering ice ninja never

even noticed until it was too late and the beast swung its giant

paw at them, hitting a few, but most were able to either dodge

or melt into the snow. He was rampaging and attacking anything

that moved. He was attacking everyone and going in the

direction of the village. Just before he made it to the entrance,

the 3 elders were standing their chanting and making hand

signs. Hyōko slowed down his attack and was acting more

sluggish. He was shrinking and turning back into Patrick. Patrick

woke up wondering what had happened, and then he looked

down at his hands. They were coated in blood, and so were

other parts of his body, but mostly his hands. He was worried he

had hurt himself but felt no pain. He then looked around and

saw all the dead bodies scattered across the tundra, the snow

soaked red with blood from the giant slash marks down each

ninja, and they all had 3 parallel cuts, every one. He was sure he

was the one who had caused this tragedy, which meant the

blood on his hands was… He just sat there, staring at his hands

dripping with fresh blood. He threw up and passed out. He woke

up in the same room he had woken up in all that time ago. Then

he remembered what had happened and he quickly sat up in a

cold sweat. He stared at his shaking hands for a good amount of

time before he heard a knock on the door. “Patrick, get dressed,

we need to talk.” he had never heard this voice before but it

sounded familiar. So he got dressed quickly without thinking

about it and shuffled into the living room. Besides sensei, there

were also two other, equally old men with him. “Hello, Patrick.”

Said the oldest looking one “My name is Leader.” “Hello.” Patrick

said avoiding eye contact, knowing he was going to be seriously

punished for what he did. “Patrick, we need to talk about what

happened on the battlefield-” “I TOLD YOU I WASN’T READY!”

Everyone was surprised by Patrick’s outburst, especially Patrick,

but he kept going. “I TOLD YOU THAT STUPID THING WAS

ALWAYS ANGRY, YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT HE WOULD

GO CRAZY!!” tears were streaming down his reddened

face. “Patrick calm down,” “NO, YOU USED ME, YOU MADE ME

DO THAT, YOU MADE ME TURN INTO HIM, YOU MADE ME KILL

THO-” that was all he got out before the leader hit him hard

across the face, making him fall down. “Calm down Patrick!” He

knew that he probably deserved it, but for some reason, getting

hit by this guy made him even angrier, but he kept it contained…

barely. “We don’t blame you.” ‘What,’ thought Patrick, ‘they

don’t blame me for what happened?’ He was very confused now;

they were sending mixed messages as to what they meant. The

fat one had a scowl on his face that was clearly meant for him,

sensei looked sorry for me like he usually did, but this third one,

he just seemed indifferent to the whole thing. “Tell us why the

beast was so angry.” Patrick had been trying to dodge this

question for a long time, being the human host to it did give him

a connection to Hyōko, so he did know what was causing his

rage, but he had just hoped it was his imagination. “Well?” said

Leader. “Y-Yes sorry, I-I think what is making Hyōko so angry is-

is umm, well…” “SPIT IT OUT!!” Patrick almost had a heart

attack from the sudden loud yell from the old man. “IT WAS

THEM!, THEY MAKE HIM ANGRY, THEY MAKE HIM GO INTO A

RAGE!” shouted back Patrick. “Who are they?” said the old man

with distain thick in his tone “The other ones in my head.” This

made the elders stop for a second. “What others?” asked

sensei. “The other two monsters that live inside of me.”

‘Brother, when do we get to have fun?’

‘Soon, brother, soon we get to have lots of fun’

‘Do we get to kill people again brother?’

‘Yes, as soon as the boy weakens, we will have his body all for ourselves.’

Next time we start on the actual story and we finally get to see

why this is Naruto fanfic when I actually introduce the freaking

characters! So yeah critique is very much appreciated and the

next one will hopefully be better.

MAIN STORY WHOOP-WHOOP!

Description
Ok so this is the second part of the prologue and now my spell

check is working again so this should be a bit better, please

critique is very helpful and I promise I will get the main story

next time.

Patrick woke up the next morning in a strange bed. Normally

this would be the first thing on his mind except for the fact that

his whole body hurt and he could barely move. He opened his

eyes a little and saw he was in an old fashioned room with floral

walls made of paper held together by wooden frames. He was in

a small, low to the floor bed. He noticed how soft the blanket

that was covering him was, he guested it was silk and the pillow

was very soft and was also silk. No one in his family had a bed

this nice. But once he thought about that he grew worried and

slowly crawled out of bed and was immediately hit by the

soreness that covered his entire body, but he could feel it fading

little by little, so he tried to push through the pain and find out

where he was. He walked to the door and slid it open and

walked down the hallway. He noticed the hallway was also done

in a traditional style with a few tiny tables pressed against the

back wall of the hallway on the opposite side to where the doors

to various rooms were. He noticed on the tables were a few

picture frames and bowls with some incense that had burnt out.

The two photos were very old, the first in black and white and

the second one in He saw two men laughing with their arms

around each other in one photo, and they looked like brothers

because of how much they looked like each other. The second

photo was much newer but still too old to be new. It was of what

looked like three kind of old men, maybe their early fifties,

thanking a young man, maybe in his mid-twenties, with spiky

blond hair in a long white robe. He looked happy and was

shaking the one in the middles hand in front of a building he had

seen before, some strange old building that had always

interested him, but his parents had told him stay away from it,

so he did. Patrick just walked past the picture, not really too

interested in the pictures but the house that surrounded them.

The hallway ended and spit him into a kitchen/living room area

where he saw an old women cooking in front of a stove. He

walked up to her but she heard him before he said anything and

spun around quickly with a worried look in her eyes. “Oh my,

child, what are you doing out of bed?!” she rushed up to him,

trying to see if he was ok. Patrick was very confused as to where

he was, who this woman was, and why she was so concerned

about his health. “Where am I?” asked Patrick. “Oh child, I’m so

sorry that this happened to you, but don’t worry, it won’t last

long.” “What won’t” asked Patrick, getting annoyed that he was

getting no answers and even more questions. “Oh, well, my

husband will explain everything to you when he returns, for now

just have some breakfast.” He agreed mostly because he was

hungry so he put his questions on hold for little bit. They had a

quiet breakfast of buns and fish. For some weird reason he was

really craving fish. After he finished breakfast he asked where he

was. “Well, this is a bit hard to explain but...” she was cut off by

the door opening and an old man came into the room. “Well,

hello Patrick, how are you feeling.” He seemed sad and for some

reason he was staring at Patrick with some strange look in his

eyes. It was like sadness but deeper, regret? “Where am I,

where are my parents?” the question hit the old man like

lightning. He told Patrick to sit down on the chair and sat

opposite him. “Ok Patrick, you know how almost all the

members of your clan are ninja right?” said the old man. “Yes.”

said Patrick a little confused. “Well, this is where you will start

your training, and you have a special, uh, gift inside of you that

we will use to save the village.” He almost had to force the

word ‘gift’ out but Patrick was too distracted by the idea of

saving his village to really notice. “Save the village! But how, I’m

not strong?” “Exactly, that is why we will train you, to control

the great power you have.” said the old man. “Ok, but when do I

get to see my parents again.” The old man’s eyes dropped and

didn’t say anything for a minute. “Well, until you can learn to

control the great power you have, you can’t see them or else

you might accidently hurt them.” Patrick was speechless. He had

never hurt anyone before, but now for some reason he wakes up

in some strange home, meets some old people he didn’t know

and now they tell him that he could hurt people if he got near

them!? He was too confused to think strait. “What do you mean

I will hurt them? How could I hurt them, I don’t even know basic

jutsu yet?” “Yes, but the raw power you have inside of you could

seep out and harm the ones you love if you got you let your

guard down.” Said the old man “But don’t worry, we will use

your power to restore the village to what it once was and

everyone will be happy again, ok.” Patrick barely understood

what was happening but if he did what this old man said, would

it really help his village get better? He went with what the old

man was saying and agreed to his training. “I promise you once

this war is over, everything will be as it once was, ok

Patrick.” “Ok, I trust you… what is your name?” “My name is not

important, but what is important is that we teach you how to

control your power. Just call me sensei.” said the old man. “Oh...

ok then, sensei.” They trained every day for 6 months and the

village was used to rationing their food and getting organized so

that the survivors would have a village to return to when the war

was over. This new surge of faith was powered by the elders

saying they had a new weapon up their sleeves that was

powerful enough to obliterate the entire land of iron. And then

the day came when the land of iron confronted the land of

blizzards at the border. Each side ready to put all they had on

the line for their nation. However the battle seemed fairly one

sided, as the land of iron’s samurai outnumbered the ninja at

least 3to 1, their armor was better as was their weaponry. The

battle had yet to signal so both sides stood on their respective

territory until the signal to fight had been fired. Just before the

battle started however, the blizzard’s army suddenly split down

the middle allowing for something to come through. It was a

convoy of soldiers surrounding something. The samurai thought

it might be some sort of weapon or explosive, but when the

soldiers parted, there stood a small child. The child walked

forward, his head down and stopped about five feet in front of

his army. The some samurai started laughing while some

couldn’t believe that the ice could send a child to the front line.

But some were smarter and wondered what the trick behind this

was. The soon learned as clouds suddenly created a dark

overcast over their heads and the child started glowing. All of a

sudden he started growing and changing shape! His hands

turned into paws with sharp claws, his whole body lurched

forward was he could no longer stand on two legs as his back

legs transformed and became sleek and powerful. His face

began to grow whiskers, his ears disappeared and reappeared

on top of his head, and his mouth grew giant fangs and sharp

teeth, teeth meant to kill. He was the size of small building by

the time he had stopped growing and was in the shape of a giant

cat with two giant fangs sticking out from his mouth. He was

glowing a faint blue except for the dark red of his eyes. His fur

was thick and coated in frost. He had turned into the Hyōko, The

Ice Tiger.

Hyōko growled loudly as he shifted his stance to get ready to p

ounce. Then he let out an ear-splitting roar and charged toward

the enemy.

They were so shocked that they that didn’t react, not

that they would have had time to, as the giant cat descended

upon them and swept a whole squad away with his paw. That

snapped them back to reality has the beast continued to tear

apart their army. They stood no chance as every attack they

used against the monster just bounced off of him; however it did

somehow make him look even angrier. The battle was over in 25

minutes, the score being the entire iron army being nothing but

blood on the snow. Hyōko however was far from over; he was in

a frenzy of anger and bloodlust. The cheering ice ninja never

even noticed until it was too late and the beast swung its giant

paw at them, hitting a few, but most were able to either dodge

or melt into the snow. He was rampaging and attacking anything

that moved. He was attacking everyone and going in the

direction of the village. Just before he made it to the entrance,

the 3 elders were standing their chanting and making hand

signs. Hyōko slowed down his attack and was acting more

sluggish. He was shrinking and turning back into Patrick. Patrick

woke up wondering what had happened, and then he looked

down at his hands. They were coated in blood, and so were

other parts of his body, but mostly his hands. He was worried he

had hurt himself but felt no pain. He then looked around and

saw all the dead bodies scattered across the tundra, the snow

soaked red with blood from the giant slash marks down each

ninja, and they all had 3 parallel cuts, every one. He was sure he

was the one who had caused this tragedy, which meant the

blood on his hands was… He just sat there, staring at his hands

dripping with fresh blood. He threw up and passed out. He woke

up in the same room he had woken up in all that time ago. Then

he remembered what had happened and he quickly sat up in a

cold sweat. He stared at his shaking hands for a good amount of

time before he heard a knock on the door. “Patrick, get dressed,

we need to talk.” he had never heard this voice before but it

sounded familiar. So he got dressed quickly without thinking

about it and shuffled into the living room. Besides sensei, there

were also two other, equally old men with him. “Hello, Patrick.”

Said the oldest looking one “My name is Leader.” “Hello.” Patrick

said avoiding eye contact, knowing he was going to be seriously

punished for what he did. “Patrick, we need to talk about what

happened on the battlefield-” “I TOLD YOU I WASN’T READY!”

Everyone was surprised by Patrick’s outburst, especially Patrick,

but he kept going. “I TOLD YOU THAT STUPID THING WAS

ALWAYS ANGRY, YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT HE WOULD

GO CRAZY!!” tears were streaming down his reddened

face. “Patrick calm down,” “NO, YOU USED ME, YOU MADE ME

DO THAT, YOU MADE ME TURN INTO HIM, YOU MADE ME KILL

THO-” that was all he got out before the leader hit him hard

across the face, making him fall down. “Calm down Patrick!” He

knew that he probably deserved it, but for some reason, getting

hit by this guy made him even angrier, but he kept it contained…

barely. “We don’t blame you.” ‘What,’ thought Patrick, ‘they

don’t blame me for what happened?’ He was very confused now;

they were sending mixed messages as to what they meant. The

fat one had a scowl on his face that was clearly meant for him,

sensei looked sorry for me like he usually did, but this third one,

he just seemed indifferent to the whole thing. “Tell us why the

beast was so angry.” Patrick had been trying to dodge this

question for a long time, being the human host to it did give him

a connection to Hyōko, so he did know what was causing his

rage, but he had just hoped it was his imagination. “Well?” said

Leader. “Y-Yes sorry, I-I think what is making Hyōko so angry is-

is umm, well…” “SPIT IT OUT!!” Patrick almost had a heart

attack from the sudden loud yell from the old man. “IT WAS

THEM!, THEY MAKE HIM ANGRY, THEY MAKE HIM GO INTO A

RAGE!” shouted back Patrick. “Who are they?” said the old man

with distain thick in his tone “The other ones in my head.” This

made the elders stop for a second. “What others?” asked

sensei. “The other two monsters that live inside of me.”

‘Brother, when do we get to have fun?’

‘Soon, brother, soon we get to have lots of fun’

‘Do we get to kill people again brother?’

‘Yes, as soon as the boy weakens, we will have his body all for ourselves.’

Next time we start on the actual story and we finally get to see

why this is Naruto fanfic when I actually introduce the freaking

characters! So yeah critique is very much appreciated and the

next one will hopefully be better.

MAIN STORY WHOOP-WHOOP!