Samurai Showdown With Kakashi

Have you ever had a dream that no one believes you can achieve? Something you would give everything to get to, no matter how much others mock you and tell you to give up? Well, as a boy in the Land of Iron who doesn't know the least bit of fighting, who failed Samurai school, I know how that feels.

My name is Roderick Samunashi and I'm really good at running. From the young age of 12 I was already faster than most a.d.u.l.ts from my village. My parents saw this skill of mine and went out of their way to gain profit from it. So, once a week, my parents would tell me about a specific target they would want me to steal from and use my speed to run away with their money. Sometimes I was lucky and they wouldn't even notice what happenned before I was gone, and other times they would try to chase to no avail. But it only took me getting unlucky once for everything to crumble.

The day of the week to rob someone came up, however the target was completely unusual. This time it was a man who had just arrived from a long travel and needed a place to stay. He wore exquisite clothes so my parents saw him as a good target. I passed by him, like usual, however, once I got a hold of his wallet, he chased after me. It wasn't that rare of an ocurrence for targets to chase me, that's why I tended to always go with a hood, however this man's speed was something else. He wasn't just a traveler, no, he was a ninja. He was able to keep up with my speed, chasing me through every corner, through every jump, even on top of buildings. Thankfully, I had the advantage of knowing the layout of my village, which, once I hid inside a magazine store, was enough to keep me safe. I waited half an hour in that store, with the owner already shouting at me for not buying anything, but I couldn't hear a single word he spoke. My heart beat too fast to hear anything but it. Once I thought I was safe, I ran to my parents' home.

I told them the good news. "I escaped from a ninja!", I gleefully said, but their expressions were that of dread. They knew something I didn't and would only find out later. The ninja were dreadful individuals.

My parents told me to gather all my belongings, as they gathered theirs. We were leaving in next day's morning to escape from an attempt at revenge from the ninja, but that was too late. The man I assaulted had contacted the Uchiha Clan, a mercenary clan capable of wiping out any target and accomplishing any deed. Once he came through our window, I was in another room. I heard from there:

- I was contracted to retrieve my employer's wallet and give the appropriate punishment to the one who stole it, however he forgot to give me details about who it was exactly. Which one of you did it?

I was too afraid to come in and tell him it was me. My legs trembled and my heart raced, but tears only came rushing down when I heard my dad and mom say in unison:

- I stole the wallet.

- I was only informed of a single person. But I'll accept the answer. The journey to this land was too long and tiring for me to call you liars.

A slashing noise left the room next to mine in silence. I opened the door too afraid of my own thoughts to keep myself alone in them, but what I saw was somehow worse. My parent's necks had been sliced. They were dead on the ground, and the Uchiha man was on the open window looking at me. I saw his bright red eyes and thirst for blood. He said with the wallet in his hand:

- Kid, next time confess earlier?

- You knew it was me? - I fell on the ground in my knees.

- Of course. How else would I find this place?

-Then why?

- Because your parents saw how special you were. And with how much they cared for you, I couldn't take you away from them, so I took them away from you. I gave them a proud death, one in which they ended with valor. So kid, don't let that go to waste.

The ninja fled, and I was left dumbstruck. My throat hurt, my eyes were foggy, but if there was something I knew it was that someday, I'll take revenge on the Uchiha clan.

From that day on I trained vigorously as a samurai. I wasn't willing to adopt my enemy's ways of combat, so becoming a ninja never came across my mind, only on those who saw me fight. Speed wasn't a samurai's strongpoint, it was usually power. Samurais were known for imbuing their sword with chakra to increase their size, strenght and to launch energy waves, as well as laidõ, to unsheath their swords quickly. I was pretty adept at laidõ, however I could never concentrate my chakra in my sword. I attempted countless times but never accomplished, and it being a requirement in samurai school, led me to fail. Every time I fought in training I would tend to use my speed and laidõ with a short sword, to beat my opponents and catch them by surprise. Since I couldn't use chakra on my sword, I taught myself some martial arts, however that was exactly what led my friends to consider me a ninja.

Why did the one thing I hated come so natural to me?

I reached the conclusion that the only way I would prove to others and myself that I was nothing like a ninja, would be to fight a ninja. However in the Land of Iron there weren't a lot of ninjas. That's why my second encounter with one was so special.