Can Pokemon into Naruto? 35 (Patreon)

Can Pokemon into Naruto?

Chapter 35

-VB-

The noble - Tokudaiji Kan of the Tokudaiji Clan - left with all of his retinues and samurai guards. 

He promised to be back and made it very clear that our village would be now under his “direct protection.” The way he held teddiursa as he left made it very clear as to why he was extending the protection. 

As for our life? 

Life went back to normal. 

Well, mostly normal.

After finding out that there was someone out there who might have been after me and this village (after some more questions to the noble), I decided to put more of my time into training. 

“Again.”

And to my fortune, Kan assigned the samurai most injured in the ambush to assist me until he was fully healed. 

(Most of the samurais who returned with him were not fully healed; just healed enough to walk, run, and fight if necessary.)

Gedanii Sadenatsu was an old samurai. At fifty years old, he was hanging onto a military career where samurai died before they reached forty, either from passion-inflamed duels or fighting off foreign ninjas. Unfortunately, old age had a way of getting in the way of recovery, and he was slow to recover compared to the rest of his peers(?) under Lord Tokudaiji. 

The wrinkled face of a square jawed man with a neck too thick for his own good hummed when he saw me swinging my sword. 

And why was I training under him?

Partially because his lord demanded it and partially because I asked him. The way I fought more closely resembled the samurai’s bushido due to how I reinforced my body and fought in frontal assaults with swords. This was in contrast to ninjas who were educated and trained to fight in strenuous bursts that overwhelmed their enemies but more often than not left them defenseless. 

“Again.”

I swung, trying my best to keep a hold of the aura that densely clung to my body from within and without. 

Unfortunately, aura did not function like chakra, and I was having to make do with reinforcing what I already knew how to do: reinforcement. 

By gathering aura into a tight shell around my form, I could deflect attacks. By gathering aura and infusing my muscles with it, I made myself stronger. 

What I hadn’t realized was that a battlefield would not last mere minutes but can last up to hours.

And so my training with Gedanii-san was to extend the length of time I can keep my aura up and stable. 

“Again.”

I swung, but the swing was not a strike so much as a concentration of force. I moved slowly, cutting down toward the ground while holding an absolute steadiness despite the sore muscles. If I did not hold it steady, then the swing would not count and I would have to do it again. 

Gedanii-sensei(?) observed my form for the slightest of errors. 

“Good,” he said when I completed the swing of the perfect form. “You maintained the perfect form.”

I groaned as I let my shoulders droop. 

We’ve been at this for the entire morning! It was almost noon, and I barely got in a hundred “acceptable” forms and barely half a dozen “perfect” ones. Even with my aura enhanced, my arms were tired because I was swinging a live steel sword for every single swing. 

“Fast swings during practice does nothing,” Gedanii-sensei said from the side. I looked to him. The wrinkled and gray haired samurai looked at me with some approval but there was more criticism than approval in his sour face. “Fast swings do not allow your muscles to recognize how the weight of the sword changes in the slicing arc. Or did you think that your body automatically adjusts?” When I opened my mouth, he brushed it off by talking over me. “No, it does not! Your body moves only as you will it, and just because your body didn’t meet your expectation does not mean that you didn’t want it to move! So your body must learn what to expect more than your mind knows. And once your body knows what your mind wants, it is only then that you will be able to fully utilize your power. That is why we do this. I expect you to practice even after I am gone. Understood?”

“Yes, sensei,” I slumped. 

On the sidelines, my pokemon watched me practice while chowing down on dried berries and fruits.

“Now, we will do this again tomorrow,” he said and walked away. 

I groaned as I walked over to the rack and put my sword down. Last time I dropped the sword without a care, Gedanii-sensei had been explosively upset. Since then, I made sure to put the sword on a rack, even when I knew for a fact that Gedanii wasn’t near me. 

He may not be my boss or real teacher, but I’d rather not deal with an angry teacher all of the time. 

Besides, I asked. I should do what he says. 

Well, today’s sword training was over. 

It was time for work. 

“Let’s go guys,” I yawned and stretched, my mouth opening wide and my eyes watering. “We’re going to eat and start making more meds.”

-VB-

Gedanii-sensei only stayed for two months. Between my medications, the berries, and time spent resting, he didn’t just recover. 

He looked younger. 

He still had gray hair.

Still had wrinkles.

… But there were fewer wrinkles. 

I wondered if that was going to cause trouble later down the line. 

… It shouldn’t, right? 

Right. We even gained a new “protector.” 

…

…

Who the fuck was I kidding? I ran into ninjas, bandits, ninjas trying to kill us, samurai, and nobles. The only thing I was missing was missing-ninjas trying to steal my pokemon.

Ugh.

I probably jinxed myself. 

-VB-

Danzo didn’t hear back from his ninjas. 

Mist did not hear back from its ninjas. 

Sand did not hear back from its ninjas. 

The only one who came back was Tokudaiji Kan and his retinue. 

But for the greedy bastard to return without the healer? 

Something was fishy. Very fishy.

And so … the attention only grew.