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Celestial Sandstorm

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A lot of their styles and teachings are going to be incompatible with his earth bending, he's in a village where everyone uses wind and builds their whole philosophy upon it, where as he chose earth and would fit in more with Iwa.
 
Why not simply offer Hiro to put him through the same hand sign training he did?
 
Aadarm said:
A lot of their styles and teachings are going to be incompatible with his earth bending, he's in a village where everyone uses wind and builds their whole philosophy upon it, where as he chose earth and would fit in more with Iwa.
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That will be pointed out again and again.
 
Did you delete chapters? I remember you saying you would edit them but not erase them first?
 
GeomZii said:
No delete, now I am only posting finalised chapters. And chapters were rewritten and I end up writing new paragraphs in between which turned into chapters. So Now I am only posting finalised chapters.
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So when will the story continue? IIRC the mc was on his fifth or final year
 
GeomZii said:
I will be posting on weekends from now on. So the story is continued as it ended up with many chapters. Kindly reread all 9 chapters to avoid any continuity errors.
Thank You
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I was rereading it and was confused when I didn't see an interlude. How many chapters to the previous point?
 
Hanada said:
I was rereading it and was confused when I didn't see an interlude. How many chapters to the previous point?
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I think it's better to read it considering the new chapters are numerous and totally different. Even the Syllabus was changed to fit Sunagakure Village.
 
Nice chapter.

Mc gaining the "Prodigy" Perk boost him greatly.

His Pov isn´t too much different , save for the almost puke part.

Still shows he is struggling to accept reality.

Hiro is going to get them killed.

The sad reality is that even with all the perks and abilities MC has , while he has better chance to survive, everyone else not.

Mido and Hiro are propably gonna get killed like a lot of others in the Ninja wars (The most bloody war is still in the future).

And it puts you into perspective about how many people that weren´t shown in the Anime / Manga were prodigies even , the death toll is quite high.

It would probably a turning point for the Mc.

A thing that striked me is the fact his chakra did not aument (Or wasn´t mentioned in the chapter) exponentially given he now has Yin Chakra and Yang Chakra to Balance.

His Kunai and Shuriken skills due to earth bending is understandable.
 
Well, he'll just have to become important and powerful enough that Sand is willing to devote extra resources for specialized training.. you know, like Leaf village, specializing in fire, did for a couple of it's wind users. Of course, both of them were the sons of Hokages, and one a jinchuriki to boot, but I'm sure our guy is built to impress...
 
AntaeusTheGiant said:
Well, he'll just have to become important and powerful enough that Sand is willing to devote extra resources for specialized training.. you know, like Leaf village, specializing in fire, did for a couple of it's wind users. Of course, both of them were the sons of Hokages, and one a jinchuriki to boot, but I'm sure our guy is built to impress...
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It was talked something like that but the author say it´s too early yet.

Apart from that before the rewrite there was also the teacher report in the survival exercise so maybe.
 
GeomZii said:
The katas of earthbending exercises did not transfer easily to throwing knives and blades.
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Throwing requires a stance, whether it be basketballs or shurikens. Not a combination of specific moves like a kata.
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But Renji-sensei was right. There was something fundamentally incompatible between my earthbending training and weapons work.
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Is this a different Earthbending than the one we've seen in canon? Because this makes no sense.
 
Sceonn said:
Throwing requires a stance, whether it be basketballs or shurikens. Not a combination of specific moves like a kata.

Is this a different Earthbending than the one we've seen in canon? Because this makes no sense.
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Earth bending relies on defensive and waiting, something like neutral jing from Avatar- The last Airbender.

It is to emphasize that knowledge and powers also have their downsides also. It is the concept of pot fully filled and a person will struggle to learn something different from what they have studied for years, ( perk giving years of earth bending knowledge in one instant).
 
Sceonn said:
Throwing requires a stance, whether it be basketballs or shurikens. Not a combination of specific moves like a kata.

Is this a different Earthbending than the one we've seen in canon? Because this makes no sense.
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Throwing weapons is attacking or taking a head start in attacking someone. The earthbending knowledge makes him waiting and focused on defence. ( Philosophy of Jing of ATLA)
 
GeomZii said:
Earth bending relies on defensive and waiting, something like neutral jing from Avatar- The last Airbender.
It is to emphasize that knowledge and powers also have their downsides also. It is the concept of pot fully filled and a person will struggle to learn something different from what they have studied for years, ( perk giving years of earth bending knowledge in one instant).
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Though they can learn otherwise , there other examples of Earth Bending like "Chin the Conqueror" or "Yun" but i get that most of the users use it as a defense.

Still , that show us that he still did not form his "Own" view of Earth Bending and philosophy.

The moment he does that it will be a qualitative change.
 
You know, it's interesting about the propaganda of The Elemental nation of wind and fire. One of them seems to inspire loyalty through Survival and the other does it through love.
 
Chapter 11 New
Celestial Sandstorm

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Chapter 11: Negotiations

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Kaito POV



Since I struggled at Bukijutsu, I started focusing my energy on other subjects.

Like running and building stamina. Hiro, meanwhile, was having a crisis.



"I don't understand," he wheezed, bent over with his hands on his knees. "I've been doing the same thing you've been doing. Why are you not dying right now?"

"Mental fortitude," I said.

"Mental fortitude? We ran ten laps! Ten! I counted!"

"Did you count correctly?"

Hiro opened his mouth. Closed it and opened it again. "That's not the point."

"What's the point?"

"That I'm dying and you're not, and it's unfair."



Renji-sensei walked past. "Talking means you have breath. Run two more laps."

"Eeep!" Hiro's face went through about six different emotions in two seconds. Horror, betrayal, despair, resignation and then, strangely, determination.

"Fine. Fine! Two more laps. I'll do it. But I'm complaining the whole time." He said to me when sensei was gone.



And he did. He also complained the entire way loudly. About the heat, about the sand, about the unfairness of life, about how Renji-sensei definitely had it out for him personally. But he completed the laps.


The sparring sessions were where I truly learned what I was capable of.

Hara-sensei made civilian kids fight civilian kids first. Surprisingly, Hiro was my first opponent. We squared off in the training yard, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the sand. He grinned at me, bouncing on his heels.



Hara-sensei said, "Begin"

"Don't go easy on me, Kaito."

"I won't."

We clashed.

Hiro was fast, though not faster than me, certainly. He had always been energetic and had the natural athleticism of a child who had spent his life running and playing and fighting. His strikes were wild but powerful, each blow carrying the weight of his enthusiasm.

I was faster and more precise. And I could think three times faster than him.
I let him come at me, deflecting his strikes with minimal movement. The Sabaku-ryu emphasized evasion and redirection, turning an opponent's strength against them. I moved with the attacks, flowing around them like sand around a stone.

In that respect, it was different from earth-bending katas.

Hiro overextended. I grabbed his wrist, twisted, and sent him sprawling.


"Next," Hara-sensei said,

I fought three more times. I won all three.

When I got back to the students, Hiro came near me.

"Man," Hiro groaned, rubbing his shoulder. "When did you get so good?"

"Practice," I said.

"You always say that!"

"Because it's always true."



The only civilian kids that could match me were previous-year failure students. Three of them had failed in second year; four had failed from our first-year class, leaving the class strength at twenty-nine students. They had been training in taijutsu for a year, and that made some difference.

But eventually, we were made to spar randomly with other students. This was where clan kids truly shone. Even students whose parents were ninja excelled much better than civilian students. Even I was left behind. And when I faced the clan kids, the gap became apparent.

Gamon moved like a force of nature. Every strike was backed by years of training, every movement calculated for maximum efficiency. He didn't waste energy or hesitate. He simply acted, and his actions were devastating.

I lasted thirty seconds before he put me on the ground.
"Your defence is good," he said, offering me a hand. "But you hesitate. And you think too much."

I took his hand and pulled myself up. "I'll work on it."

"You'll need to." His yellow eyes met mine. "The enemies we face won't give you time to think."



Katsuro was different. Where Gamon was overwhelming power, Katsuro was surgical precision. He moved like a puppet master controlling his own strings, every motion exact, every strike landing precisely where he intended.

I lasted forty-five seconds against him. Better, but still not enough.
"Interesting," Katsuro said, his voice soft. "You adapt quickly."

"Not quickly enough."

"No," he agreed.



After class, Kagerou Arashi approached me. She was tall for her age, with long dark hair tied back in a practical ponytail and sharp grey eyes that missed nothing.

"You're the orphan everyone is talking about," she said. It wasn't a question.

"Who is talking about me? "

"Every other student and I also heard sensei talk about you among themselves. It is only natural that shinobi will gossip; you're even better than some clan kids."

"Thank you."

She studied me for a moment. "Don't thank me yet. Being better than civilians isn't saying much. After all, they are trash."

"A better trash is still trash." Her lips curved into a proud smile, and she sneered, "You will never be as good as us."
She walked away, stomping her feet, leaving me standing alone in the training yard.



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The desert doesn't care if it's the weekend.

Sunagakure woke up hot, same as always. The sun climbed over the jagged rooftops as it had somewhere to be, and by mid-morning the market district felt like the inside of a clay oven. Heat rolled off the sandstone walls in waves. Even the flies looked tired.



I'd walked these streets plenty of times. Once with Aiko, back when we first went out; she'd pointed out which shops had the cleanest produce and which vendors would cheat a foreigner without blinking. Other times I'd cut through the market with Hiro, ducking between stalls to avoid the main roads when we were running late for academy. But today, I volunteered to buy groceries with Matron Mira. She was leading, and Mira moved through the crowd like she owned every grain of sand under her feet.



When arriving at Central Market, her walk changed; she made herself as normal as she could be. Like she was a part of the crowd. I could see most people with gleaming clothes like they were new. Upon seeing us and our old, patched-up clothes, many sneered.

She didn't even glance at the proper storefronts. Those shops with their painted signs and neat little displays? She walked right past them. Their owners stood in doorways, fanning themselves, watching her go with tight expressions full of mockery. They knew better than to call out to her.



"Matron Mira, why did we skip many grocery shops?" I whispered, once we were out of the area.

"Look at those shops; we don't shop there, as they are expensive and orphanage funds are limited. Moreover, shopowners there won't even sell to us even if we have money."



Instead, she took me deeper into the market, where the commoners did real business: the vendor stalls. The area had narrow paths between makeshift tables. The air there smelled like cumin, overripe fruit, spice, and sweat that had been baking in the sun since dawn.



"Their prices are lower," Mira said, her voice quiet but clear. "They don't pay rent on a permanent shop, no overhead. They can afford to go cheaper."



That made sense. What didn't make sense was what happened next.



Mira, who barely spoke above a whisper back at the orphanage, turned into someone else entirely. She picked up a mango, turned it over twice, and launched into an argument with the vendor like she'd been doing this her whole life. Her voice rose and fell in this rhythmic pattern. She pointed out every bruise on the fruit, mentioned that the stall three streets over was selling better mangoes for less. She even used a trump card of threatening to walk away, and she made it sound so convincing that even I believed her.



The vendor, a weathered old woman with hands like dried leather, argued right back. They went at it for maybe two minutes. Then the woman laughed, shook her head, and named a price. Mira nodded once, paid, and moved on.



I just stood there with my mouth slightly open.



This happened at every stall. Mira haggled over vegetables, flatbreads, and dried meat. She knew exactly what everything should cost and refused to pay a single ryo more. The vendors respected her for it. They argued and laughed and eventually gave in. By the time we finished, I was carrying two small bags. Mira carried one small satchel of spices, heavily guarded within her hands, and two bags so heavy they were cutting grooves into her shoulders. She wore a tiny smile, as if she'd just won a battle.



"War makes everything scarce," she said as we walked back. "Even a year since the war ended, the aftereffects can still be felt. Supply lines are not properly established; merchants first want to saturate markets with bigger profits. So supply in Suna drops, and prices climb. We make do with less."



I didn't ask how long she'd been doing this. The answer was probably written in the lines around her eyes.



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Back at the orphanage, we dropped everything in the kitchen. Mira gave me a quick nod. That was her version of a thank you. Then she vanished down the hallway, probably to figure out how to stretch what we'd bought into a week of meals.



I stretched my arms and headed to my room. Hiro and I usually used this time to talk or find a quiet corner where he could practice whatever he was working on. But my room was empty.



That was weird.



I checked next door. Mido's room was just as still. Her bed was made, blanket folded neatly, like she hadn't been there all morning. Those two were usually together, causing some kind of chaos. Mido was planning something quiet and clever while Hiro did the exact opposite.



I found a group of younger kids in the main hall, playing Mancala, a board game that relies entirely on moving small stones, pebbles, or seeds between shallow pits. A little girl with pigtails was winning. She had dirt smeared across her cheek like war paint.



"Hey," I said. "You seen Hiro or Mido?"



She didn't even look up from her stones. "Back lobby."



The back lobby- the kids have apparently copied my words and refer to the back of the orphanage as back courtyard or back lobby. That wasn't a lobby. It was a sandy ground at the rear of the building. There was a house once, which was blown away by a sandstorm, leaving only the floor that the desert had slowly claimed over the years.



When I arrived, two figures were locked in a silent, violent dance.



They were so focused they didn't notice me. Sweat soaked through their clothes, and sand stuck to their skin. The sun beat down on them without mercy, and they just kept going.



It was obvious right away that they were on completely different paths.



Mido moved like a robot. All technique. Her kicks came fast, her jabs snapped through the air. But when she landed a hit, nothing happened. She didn't have the power behind her strikes. She was a whirlwind with no weight.



Hiro was the opposite. He hit like a landslide, stronger, faster, and every blow carried real force. But his movements were raw and sloppy. He swung wild, looping punches and grabbed with brute strength instead of technique.



He was brawling.



I watched him lunge past Mido's guard and grab her arm. She twisted, trying to use his momentum against him. It was a brilliant move, something an experienced fighter would pull off. But she wasn't strong enough to finish it. Hiro planted his feet, overpowered her, and sent her crashing into the sand.



They were both tired. Panting. Then they noticed me.



Mido's face was flushed with frustration. Hiro looked at his hands, disappointment flickering in his eyes.



I walked toward them, footsteps muffled by the sand. They were both soaked in sweat, exhausted, covered in grit. I said the first thing that came to mind.



"You both suck at taijutsu, and that's saying something, since even I suck at taijutsu against clan kids"



Hiro's head snapped up. His eyes flashed with indignation. Mido just stared at me, expression unreadable.



"Come on," I said. "I am hungry, and you both also would be hungry after that workout. Let's go inside and eat. "



They followed silently, their forms sullen, and even Hiro was silent.

I should have thought this before. They may be thinking less of themselves after poor performance in taijutsu, especially when their orphan friend from the same orphanage performed better than them.



Classic Inferiority Complex mindset.



"Don't worry, I will help you with taijutsu. From tomorrow at dawn, we will practice every morning." I cheered them up.



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Nice chapter.

We see a bit of Taijutsu with the Mc.

Jealousy from both Hiro and Mido.

Nice game there included.

Interestingly enough author , i think Mc should focus more in Sand Taijutsu (Why?) Because it will help in the long run with Sand bending , given the movements in the art are taking concepts of Air and Water.

Which in turn will help him in the control of Sand.
 
Mrcuak said:
Nice chapter.

We see a bit of Taijutsu with the Mc.

Jealousy from both Hiro and Mido.

Nice game there included.

Interestingly enough author , i think Mc should focus more in Sand Taijutsu (Why?) Because it will help in the long run with Sand bending , given the movements in the art are taking concepts of Air and Water.

Which in turn will help him in the control of Sand.
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Yes he will slowly realize it later. That not every change done by him in the fighting style is better.
 
Mrcuak said:
Though they can learn otherwise , there other examples of Earth Bending like "Chin the Conqueror" or "Yun" but i get that most of the users use it as a defense.

Still , that show us that he still did not form his "Own" view of Earth Bending and philosophy.

The moment he does that it will be a qualitative change.
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Yes it will be in later chapters in actual mission combat after becoming genin, he will find his own philosophy.
 
Grimmouse197 said:
You know, it's interesting about the propaganda of The Elemental nation of wind and fire. One of them seems to inspire loyalty through Survival and the other does it through love.
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Propaganda is everywhere, just as it was during the medieval era when information was scarce. In the Elemental Nations, where secrets are the lifeblood of shinobi villages, propaganda inevitably rears its ugly head.
 
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