Naruto- White Fang Template

Marama was not born strong; in fact, he had once been called talentless. The purple-haired teenager still remembered that day. 

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"Father, I don't understand." A twelve-year-old Marama spoke, looking upwards towards the hulking man that was his father. 

Sukujiki Sichaki was a samurai, a grandmaster samurai to be exact... It was a position that was meant for the best of the best. 

Sukujiki was a hulk of a man over seven feet in height; his musculature was brimming with muscles. 

His stern face had deep furrows of tear marks, and wrinkles adorned his sharp gaze.

Yes, the man was old.

He has spent most of his life practicing the sword and had reached the illustrious realm of grandmaster, a figure of respect and worship in his nation. 

However, the man had barely focused on his personal life. Having a child at the age of seventy wasn't something he was proud of...but the need to continue his lineage was far too strong.

His wife, Marama's mother had died giving birth to the boy, and that's why perhaps the boy had grown so attached to the only figure he had in life.

Marama's head dropped low; his father had been teaching him in the ways of the sword since he was six; however, he was not able to learn any of his techniques nor even be able to conjure a chakra sword.

'I simply don't have any talent...I am a failure,' Marama thought...

The fear of disappointing his father bore a heavy weight on his psyche. 

"You," he heard his father's words, "you can't even bring a flicker of chakra coating on your sword." 

his father had a face of extreme disgust, his bloodline had perhaps failed him and the name of Sichaki family was going to end with him.

"You are talentless, a disgrace to my name," he spoke, his words cutting deep...he had already given up on his son.

Getting trained by one of the best samurais in the nation, and yet after six years, he couldn't even bring a flicker of chakra.

"Leave your dream of swordsmanship." He turned around and continued walking. "Don't try to find me again.".

Marama didn't know yet, however, that his father had abandoned him. For the next two years, Marama kept waiting for his father...practicing the most basic sword movements.

'The only ones I can do.'.

However, that was enough for Marama because soon, he could feel it...the huge wall that had covered his vision...that had limited his talent, one day broke.

That's when all his fundamental skills integrated into one another; he could finally understand what the sword meant.

However, that realization came at a steep cost.

'My father only considered me because he wanted to raise a swordsman...not a son.'.

That day was the day he swore that he would never cry for his father again. While swordsmanship was something he did to impress his father, however, years of training had made him fall in love with the sword.

'I will prove it to him; I don't need him to become a swordsman... I won't do it for him; I will do it for myself. His thoughts had shaped his aim.

"I will win the next championship of the land of iron."

....

That was two years ago; Marama was now a competent samurai, a person idealized as the fourth dragon of the land of iron.

The land of iron itself currently just had six dragons.

The supreme dragon—Muichiro Tika

The Dragon of Agility—Sora Takeshi

The dragon of cunning—Misachi suza

The dragon of strength—Marama Sichaki

The Dragon of Focus—Daiki Aomi

The dragon of muscles—Hizuna mora

They were the epitome of talent in this land, With the supreme dragon being the fan favourite to win this championship.

The dragons had been granted free passes to the qualifiers; however, a certain duel made him challenge the white-haired samurai.

'Cutting someone's dominant hand is the same as ending their career.'

To Marama, it was the epitome of cruelty... The boy had not seen war and bloodshed. The most cruel act that he came across was about a few samurai bullying a young kid.

He beat them up, of course.

"Bring that man to me; I will challenge him in the arena right now," he had spoken to the head administrator.

And that's how he had ended up in this situation.

....

Kagami POV

'Fuck, my wrist is hurting,' he thought to himself, shocked at the strength this man had exerted.

Marama,

He would remember this name; however, currently his need to survive was higher than pride.

'Body flicker'

shun-shin-ing out of his range, I quickly collected my breath.

"Hooray!!!" Loud cheers rang among the crowd; the group had turned feral at the sight of their beloved dragon hurting a 'villain.'.

My eyes steeled as I took in my opponent.

'Basic fundamentals move with a huge chakra capacity.'

Just his chakra entailed he had more stamina; his chakra enforcement would also be stronger due to his quantity of the blue energy.

'Fuck.'.

was all I could as the man descended on me, Using the blunt of my sword, I parried the man...Fast, Kata effortlessly flowing through me, my chakra sword empowering my swing, helping me fight on even ground.

He grinned, "That's some technique," he spoke, laughing as the man changed trajectory, aiming for my mind section.

Backflipping to get out of position, I flickered to his diagonal, striking at his side, and aimed a leg kick at his exposed calf.

Taking the kick, he continued swinging his sword at my neck... Ducking under his swing, I went for an upward swing at the man.

"It's the same with all you shinobi, tough against the weak and weak against the strong," he spoke while continuing to strike me at different angles.

Continually blocking all his attempts at my body, I spoke, "How about you fuck off?".

Backflipping while showing him the finger, I quickly empowered my chakra sword, supplying more chakra around the blade.

The blade strengthened to a huge degree; the normal katana had breached the height of the odachi.

My chakra flowed through all my muscles, enriching them...the battle had just started after all.

However, I noticed something puzzling: "Are you purposely holding back?" I spoke, grinning.

My other hand pointed towards my blade. "Or you just aren't talented enough to make a chakra blade."

His expression turned into one of rage. Perhaps it had been the first time someone called a dragon talentless.

"Sichaki style—full body empowerment," his voice rang among my platform.

The crowd that had nearly calmed down lit up once again.

Perhaps it was his posture; however, the man felt even more of a monster than before.

His chakra made its existence known to the world, breaking apart the very tile where he had been standing a moment ago.

'Fast Kata barrage'

I repeated in my mind, a habit to better remember the flow of chakra; it helped in concentration as well.

Soon the two of us met in the middle.

Shin

thing

boom

A small explosion kept happening across the platform as we battled in all glory.

His strong sword met my elusive blade, barely committing to an attack, slowing him down, and flickering to my next target.

Seeing him slashing in a diagonal, I ducked merely inches below his blade, soon continuing the assault by jabbing at his throat.

The man was no slouch; his chakra enhancement brought him a dose of strength, speed, and reflexes.

'Body flicker'

I kept flickering all across the field. All the samurai could only catch a flicker of my shadow.

.......

In the VIP lounge of the Arena

A blue-haired woman was resting her head on her fist; her expression was one of boredom. She had expected at least some interesting candidates in the arena; however, reality was often disappointing.

Her expression had lit up when she saw one of her rivals, Marama Sichaki, challenging a white-haired individual.

She remembered the legends she had once heard of a man who looked like him. They said he defeated Lord Mifune; however, since not many liked to talk about it, its accuracy was a mystery.

'I wasn't even born yet; not my problem,' she thought to herself.

The fight had been progressing as she had analyzed; her extreme intellect had already figured out who the winner was going to be.

Unless, of course, there were more hidden cards that hadn't been shown yet.

The dragon of cunning, Misachi, couldn't help but be bored.

However, the next moment had sparked a fire of curiosity in her heart.

Marama's style was one that she had faced countless times, and while she had long since figured it out...for a newcomer to be able to go toe to toe against it was shocking to say the least.

"Perhaps I found an interesting person for you, Mr. Supreme Dragon," she spoke in a sarcastic tone.

A brown-haired man flipped her a middle finger as a reply, "He ain't shit.".

However, she wasn't one to back down, "We will see that Muichiro.".

A knowing smile appeared on her face...perhaps she could devour someone else as well.

'Then maybe I would have a chance against this monster.'

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