The wind in the Hidden Mist Village was always damp. The sea breeze drifted through the streets, weaving a salty scent into the afternoon sunlight.
Leisurely days were always pleasant, and on this day, Asuka was strolling through the streets with Pakura.
Suddenly, a loud commotion erupted deep within the alleys, like a storm rising over a calm sea.
Angry shouts, vicious curses, and the occasional sound of objects breaking mixed together, instantly shattering the peaceful atmosphere.
Asuka's steps slowed, his brow slightly furrowing. Looking toward the source of the noise, he saw a crowd of villagers gathered tightly at a distant street corner.
Their voices rang out clearly:
"It's him! That jinx!"
"All the disasters in the Village were brought by him! Drive him out!"
"Monster! Stay away from us!"
The curses came like a barrage, all directed at the center of the crowd.
Asuka walked forward and gently pushed aside the people at the front.
"Make way."
His voice wasn't loud, yet it carried clearly. The noisy crowd fell silent almost instantly.
When they saw his face, their anger quickly turned into awe.
The person before them was the Hidden Mist's war hero—Asuka.
The crowd gradually parted.
At the center stood a thin young man wearing a faded light-blue kimono. His long hair hung down, partially covering his eyes.
Asuka released a trace of Chakra perception and immediately recognized him—the Six-Tails Jinchuriki, Utakata.
He remembered him clearly—not because of his current situation, but because of his future battle against the Six Paths of Pain.
In that battle, Utakata had displayed remarkable strength, even taking down two of Pain's bodies. In his Tailed Beast state, his red cloak turned deep blue, and his body could even transform into corrosive acid.
That acid was terrifying—anything it touched would be instantly dissolved.
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"Disperse," Asuka said calmly.
Though his tone was flat, it carried authority. The villagers hesitated, but none dared oppose him.
Despite their hatred for Utakata, they respected Asuka far more.
One by one, they left.
Soon, the street returned to silence, leaving only Asuka, Pakura, and Utakata.
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Asuka stepped forward and extended his hand.
But Utakata didn't take it.
He slowly stood, brushed the dust from his clothes, and walked away without a word, disappearing toward the shadowed end of the street.
His figure looked thin… and lonely.
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Asuka wasn't surprised.
Most Jinchuriki were like this—feared, rejected, and isolated from a young age. Over time, they became withdrawn and wary of others.
People like Naruto or Killer Bee, who remained optimistic despite everything, were rare exceptions.
Watching Utakata's retreating figure, Asuka spoke:
"You're the Six-Tails Jinchuriki, aren't you?"
Utakata paused slightly, but didn't turn back.
Asuka continued,
"Do you want power? The kind that lets you protect yourself—and stops others from bullying you."
"If you do, come to Training Ground 7 tomorrow at this time."
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At the word "power," Utakata's body stiffened.
After a few seconds of silence, he said nothing—but quickened his pace and disappeared.
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Pakura stepped closer, frowning slightly.
"Asuka, why help him? His identity is too sensitive… and he doesn't seem easy to approach."
Asuka looked toward where Utakata had vanished.
"Because he's special. That means he has potential."
"The power of a Tailed Beast is immense. If guided properly, it can become a powerful weapon."
"And besides…" he added calmly, "I'm interested in that power myself."
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The next day, the sun blazed overhead.
When Asuka arrived at Training Ground 7, he saw a lone figure standing under the scorching heat.
It was Utakata.
He stood motionless in the center of the field, sweat soaking his clothes, yet he didn't move—like a statue.
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Asuka walked over and sat beneath a nearby tree.
"Let's start with introductions. My name is Asuka. And you?"
After a long pause, Utakata finally spoke.
"My name is Utakata… What did you mean yesterday… about gaining power?"
He slowly raised his head.
Behind the strands of hair, his eyes revealed something difficult to hide—longing.
Like someone lost in a desert, desperate for water.
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Of course, Utakata already knew who Asuka was.
In the Hidden Mist, Asuka's name was known to everyone.
A battlefield legend. A hero forged through war.
Someone admired by countless young Ninja.
And Utakata was no exception.
That was why, despite his distrust of others, he had come.
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Asuka met his gaze calmly.
"I've fought Jinchuriki before. The power of a Tailed Beast is extraordinary—enough to change the outcome of a battle."
"I want to cultivate someone who can rival that level."
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Utakata's breathing quickened.
"Are you saying… you can help me control it?"
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A faint smile appeared on Asuka's face as he extended his hand again.
"Utakata, are you willing to become my disciple?"
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"Disciple…?"
Utakata froze.
For someone like him—someone feared and rejected—this felt unreal.
Then, like a wave crashing over him, emotion surged.
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A moment later, he dropped to his knees.
"I'm willing!" he shouted, his voice trembling.
"Lord Asuka, I'm willing! Please accept me! I'll work hard—I won't let you down!"
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Sunlight filtered through the leaves, falling across the trembling boy—and Asuka's outstretched hand.
Asuka leaned forward and took his hand.
"Stand up, Utakata. From today on, you are my disciple."
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Utakata nodded repeatedly, eyes reddened.
He gripped Asuka's hand tightly—
as if holding onto hope itself.
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