Naruto: The Last Harbinger of Storm

Naruto: The Last Harbinger of Storm

Chapter 5: The Reserve Boot Camp Qualification Test

Author's Note: This is a comparatively big chapter than the previous ones. Let me know how you feel about the story. Thanks for the comments.

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**Naruto's POV**

The morning of the qualification test was crisp and clear, a stark contrast to the storm of thoughts raging in my mind. I made my way to Training Ground 44, the notorious Forest of Death, my heart pounding with anticipation and anxiety. This was it—the moment that would determine my future in the shinobi world. The air was thick with the tension of my fellow candidates, each of us knowing that our performance today would shape our destinies.

As I approached the entrance to the training ground, I saw Elder Homura standing on a raised platform, flanked by several high-ranking shinobi. His presence commanded attention, and the murmurs of the gathered candidates quieted as he raised his hand for silence.

Elder Homura was a formidable figure in Konoha's politics and ruling. A former member of Team Tobirama, he was one of the few remaining shinobi who had trained directly under the Second Hokage. His strategic mind and vast knowledge of jutsu made him an invaluable asset to the village. As an advisor and closest friend to the current Hokage, his influence and experience were unparalleled. Homura was known for his stern demeanor and no-nonsense approach, traits that had earned him both respect and fear among the ranks. He was probably the highest-ranking shinobi I had seen up close, except for the one time I caught a glimpse of the Hokage during the academy initiation ceremony. Seeing him here underscored a sense of recognition and gravity of the occasion, reminding us all of the importance of the path we were about to embark on.

"Welcome, future shinobi of Konoha," Elder Homura began, his voice carrying a weight of authority and tradition. "Today, you stand on the brink of your futures. The reserve corps may not have the glamour of the main corps, but you are the fulcrum that will support Konoha in its times of need. Your roles are essential, your duties critical. You will go out there and fight for Konoha, ensuring its stability and safety."

His words stirred something deep within me. Despite the harsh realities of the reserve corps, there was a sense of purpose in his speech. We were the unsung heroes, the silent guardians. But the truth was, not all of us would find glory or even recognition.

"This test will determine your path within the reserve corps," Elder Homura continued. "For those who excel, there are opportunities to specialize. Those with a talent for fuinjutsu may be taken in by the Barrier Corps. Some of you might become assistants to high-ranking officials, learning the intricacies of our village's operations. And then, there is the Genin Reserve Corps—those who show exceptional promise and may one day become chunin."

The Genin Reserve Corps. That was the group I aimed for. It was the highest honor within our ranks, the closest we could get to true recognition. To fall short of that meant becoming a menial shinobi, performing the most basic tasks with little hope for advancement. The thought of being stuck in such a role was almost unbearable. If I didn't qualify, then I wouldn't be able to become a chunin—the highest rank attainable within the reserve.

Elder Homura's speech ended, and we were directed to our starting points within the forest. The exam was about to begin, and my nerves were a mix of fear and determination. As I stood at the edge of the forest, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what lay ahead.

The test was divided into several phases, each designed to evaluate different aspects of our abilities. The first phase was a survival exercise—navigating through the dense, dangerous terrain of the Forest of Death while avoiding traps and completing specific objectives. It was a test of our endurance, resourcefulness, and ability to think under pressure.

As I plunged into the forest, the canopy above swallowed the sunlight, casting everything in a dim, eerie glow. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and foliage. Every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig set my nerves on edge. I moved cautiously, my senses heightened, aware that danger could be lurking behind every tree and bush.

The Forest of Death was infamous for a reason. Created by the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, it was home to a variety of odd and terrifying creatures, many of which were far larger and more dangerous than anything found outside its boundaries. These creatures, infused with some odd chakra, were akin to the legendary summons but different in many ways. Some whispered that they were failed experiments of Tobirama Senju, some said these were remnants of an ancient time. My limited knowledge and resources couldn't fully explain the mysteries of this forest, but I knew enough to understand that it was a place where only the strong survived. The towering trees and dense undergrowth hid these beasts, making every step a gamble between life and death.

In the main corps' chunin exams, candidates were given a much safer section of the forest to navigate, one devoid of the most deadly traps and creatures. Their path was challenging but manageable, designed to test their skills without overwhelming them. For us in the reserve corps, there were no such concessions. The forest was riddled with traps and tests, each more lethal than the last. Death traps in the literal sense were scattered throughout, and the mortality rate for this test was alarmingly high. Shinobi who failed often went missing or were found dead, victims of the forest's relentless dangers. The stakes were exponentially higher for us, a stark reminder that we were seen as expendable compared to the elite main corps.

As I ventured deeper into the forest, these harsh realities weighed heavily on my mind. The oppressive atmosphere seemed to close in around me, each step a reminder of the peril I faced. Yet, amidst the fear and uncertainty, a spark of determination burned within me. This was my chance to prove myself, to show that I was more than just a failed graduate. I steeled myself, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, determined to survive and excel against all odds.

The first objective was to locate a specific plant, used in medical jutsu, and bring it back to the designated checkpoint. It sounded simple, but the forest was vast and filled with hazards. I kept my eyes peeled, scanning the underbrush for any sign of the plant. My training had taught me to be meticulous, to pay attention to details, and that training was paying off now.

After what felt like hours of searching, I finally spotted the distinctive leaves of the plant I was looking for. Its vibrant green color stood out amidst the darker foliage. Carefully, I dug it up, making sure not to damage the roots. Just as I was about to stand up, I heard a low growl behind me. My heart skipped a beat as I slowly turned to see a grotesque, large creature emerging from the shadows. It was unlike any animal I'd seen before—its body was covered in thick, mottled hide, with eyes that glowed faintly with internal chakra. This wasn't just a wild boar; it was something more dangerous, a mutation born from the forest's unique environment.

This was it—the real test. I couldn't afford to panic. Remembering my training, I slowly backed away, keeping my eyes on the creature. It pawed the ground, snorting aggressively, its breath visible in the cold air. I knew that any sudden movement could trigger an attack. Reaching into my pouch, I pulled out a kunai, ready to defend myself if necessary.

The creature charged, and I sprang into action. Using my agility, I dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding its tusks. It was faster than I expected, its movements almost blurring due to the chakra flowing through its body. I slashed with the kunai, aiming for its flank, but its hide was tough and resistant. My blade barely made a scratch.

As the fight continued, I relied on the skills I had honed over the past six months. Each move was deliberate, a testament to my rigorous training. I remembered the advanced chakra control techniques I had practiced, focusing my energy to increase my speed and reaction time. The creature lunged again, and I jumped, using the trees to gain height and a better vantage point.

I formed the necessary hand signs and took a deep breath. "Water Style: Gunshot!" I shouted, launching a high-powered water bullet at the creature. The water struck it squarely, staggering it momentarily. This was the technique I had used against Kakashi, now refined and more powerful. The creature shook off the attack, but I could see that it was disoriented.

Seizing the opportunity, I dropped down and slashed at its legs, aiming for the joints. My kunai found its mark, cutting through the tough hide and drawing blood. The creature roared in pain, thrashing wildly. I dodged its erratic movements, using my smaller size and agility to my advantage.

As the creature recovered and charged again, I quickly formed another set of hand signs. "Earth Style: Earth Wall!" I called out, slamming my hands on the ground. A wall of earth rose up between me and the creature, momentarily blocking its path. The beast collided with the wall, buying me precious seconds to plan my next move.

Realizing the creature's incredible resilience, I decided to use another jutsu to gain the upper hand. I focused my chakra into my legs and dashed to a nearby stream, quickly gathering water into my hands. "Water Style: Wild Water Wave!" I shouted, releasing a torrent of water from my mouth. The force of the water pushed the creature back, giving me a brief respite.

With the creature struggling to regain its footing, I took advantage of its vulnerability. Channeling my chakra, I performed a swift series of hand signs. "Water Style: Water Clone Jutsu!" I created a

 water clone to distract the creature, allowing me to circle around and find a weak spot.

As my water clone engaged the creature, I moved swiftly and silently. When the creature turned to strike my clone, I lunged forward, aiming my kunai at its exposed side. The blade pierced its hide, and the creature let out a final, pained roar before collapsing to the ground.

Breathing heavily, I clutched the plant tightly and made my way to the checkpoint. The first phase was over, but there were still more challenges ahead. As I navigated through the forest, I encountered several traps set by Konoha's finest. These traps ranged from hidden pitfalls to explosive tags cleverly concealed among the foliage. Each one tested my awareness and reflexes.

At one point, I noticed a slight glint on the ground—an almost invisible wire. I carefully traced its path to a nearby tree, where an explosive tag was hidden. I disarmed the trap using the techniques I had learned from the old shinobi manuals in the reserve library, appreciating the wealth of knowledge they had provided. Another time, I felt the ground give way slightly under my foot and quickly leapt back, avoiding a pitfall that had been expertly camouflaged with leaves and branches.

The forest was alive with danger, but I moved with a newfound confidence. My proficiency in water manipulation allowed me to create makeshift bridges over ravines and put out small fires that barred my path. Each obstacle I overcame was a testament to the skills I had developed and the determination that drove me.

Finally, as I approached the checkpoint, I felt a sense of accomplishment. I had survived the Forest of Death, utilizing every ounce of training and knowledge I possessed. But I knew that this was only the beginning. The path ahead was fraught with challenges, and I needed to stay focused and keep pushing forward. The reserve corps might not offer the glory of the main corps, but I was determined to prove my worth and carve out a place for myself in the world of shinobi.

The next phase involved teamwork. We were grouped randomly with other candidates and given a series of tasks that required cooperation and coordination. This was a critical part of the test, as it assessed our ability to work as a unit—a skill essential for any shinobi.

At the checkpoint, each candidate was assigned a number and grouped through a lottery system. I found myself paired with two older boys, both around fifteen years old. They were familiar faces from the reserve program, but not ones I had interacted with much. Their names were Hiro and Taro. Hiro was a below-average student, only proficient in the academy's basic three jutsu. Taro was slightly better, with a decent grasp of taijutsu and a couple of D to C level earth-style jutsu, but all in all, they were weak. If we came under attack, we would likely fall.

I drew the short end of the stick by getting arguably the weakest pair. We received the white scroll—a scroll that alone held no value but was a key part of the challenge. To pass, we needed to collect both the blue and red scrolls from other teams. I quickly realized that our success would hinge on cunning and strategy rather than brute strength.

"Alright," I began, "We need to use what we've got. Hiro, Taro, you both are going to be our bait."

They looked at me with a mix of skepticism and resignation but nodded. They knew as well as I did that our chances were slim without a solid plan.

Our first task was to find the other teams and observe them. We moved quietly through the forest, staying out of sight. I used my training to scout ahead, marking potential ambush points and noting the movements of our targets. After a few hours, we spotted a team resting by a small clearing. They had the red scroll, clearly visible as one of them was inspecting it.

I signaled Hiro and Taro to follow me. "Here's the plan," I whispered. "Taro, use your earth jutsu to create a distraction. Hiro, you'll use the basic transformation jutsu to make yourself look like one of them. When they're distracted, I'll sneak in and grab the scroll."

While scouting the area, I noticed a large, sluggish mud swamp in an elevated area. Since Taro knew Doton: Doryū Taiga (Earth Release: Earth Flow River), albeit in its weakest form, using it here would make it seem like a truly powerful shinobi was attacking, easily distracting them.

Taro nodded and began forming the necessary hand signs. "Doton: Doryū Taiga!" he muttered, creating a river of mud that flowed towards the enemy team. The sudden attack threw them into disarray, exactly as planned.

Hiro transformed into one of their teammates and ran into the fray, shouting and adding to the confusion. Meanwhile, I used the chaos to slip into their camp, my footsteps silent and movements swift. My heart pounded as I snatched the red scroll from where it lay, immediately retreating into the shadows.

"Retreat!" I signaled to Hiro and Taro. They broke off their attacks and followed me back into the forest. We regrouped at a safe distance, catching our breath and checking our spoils.

"We got it," I said, holding up the red scroll. Hiro and Taro looked relieved, their earlier skepticism replaced by a sense of accomplishment.

"One down, one to go," I continued, stashing the scroll safely. "Let's move quickly and find the blue scroll."

We moved cautiously, avoiding potential traps and keeping an eye out for other teams. After some time, we found another group resting near a rocky outcrop. They seemed more alert and better prepared than the previous team, so a direct attack was out of the question.

I assessed the situation and formulated a new plan. "Hiro, you're going to be our lookout. Taro, you and I will set up an ambush here," I pointed to a narrow path they were likely to take. "When they get close, we'll attack and create enough confusion to snatch the scroll."

We set up quickly, Taro using his earth jutsu to create makeshift barriers and pitfalls along the path. I positioned myself in a tree, hidden from view but with a clear line of sight. Hiro climbed a nearby hill, ready to signal us when the team approached.

Minutes felt like hours, but eventually, Hiro's signal came. The team was approaching, just as we had hoped. As they reached the ambush point, Taro activated his traps. "Doton: Shinjū Zanshu no Jutsu (Earth Release: Double Suicide Decapitation Technique)!" he called out, pulling one of the enemies into the ground up to their neck. The sudden attack threw them into disarray.

I sprang into action, leaping from the tree and landing amidst the chaos. The element of surprise was on our side. I moved swiftly, avoiding the enemy's attacks while targeting the one carrying the blue scroll. A quick exchange of blows and a well-placed kick sent him stumbling, the scroll slipping from his grasp. I grabbed it and signaled for a retreat.

We fell back, regrouping at a prearranged spot. The adrenaline was still pumping through my veins, but we had done it. We now had all three scrolls.

"Good job, everyone," I said, handing the scrolls to Hiro and Taro for safekeeping. "Let's get these to the checkpoint."

The path back was tense, every rustle in the forest setting us on edge. But we moved quickly and cautiously, avoiding any unnecessary confrontations. When we finally reached the checkpoint, the relief was palpable. We had passed the teamwork phase, despite our initial disadvantages.

I felt a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. We had worked together, using our skills and strategy to overcome the challenges. This phase was just one part of the test, but it was a crucial one. We had proven our ability to cooperate and think on our feet, qualities essential for any shinobi. As we awaited the next phase, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. We were one step closer to achieving our goals.

The final phase of the test was a one-on-one combat assessment. It was designed to evaluate our individual combat skills and tactical thinking. Each candidate would face an instructor in a controlled battle, and our performance would be judged on technique, creativity, and adaptability.

The final phase of the test was about to begin. We had passed the initial survival exercise and the teamwork challenge, but now came the most intense and demanding part. The third task would push us to our limits, testing everything we had learned in the past six months.

As we gathered at the designated area, I felt the weight of anticipation. This was it—the culmination of all our training and effort. The proctors for this phase were some of the chunin, known for their skill and experience. Leading them was the head of the Inuzuka clan, a formidable shinobi whose expertise and stern demeanor set the tone for what lay ahead.

"Welcome to the final phase," the Inuzuka clan head announced, his voice carrying authority and a hint of menace. "This test will determine your future roles within the reserve corps. Give it everything you have."

As I waited for my turn, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. This was my chance to prove myself, to show that I had what it took to be a shinobi of Konoha. When my name was called, I stepped into the arena, my heart pounding in my chest.

Facing me was Gekko Hayate, a seasoned chunin, his expression calm and focused. The signal to begin was given, and I immediately sprang into action. I knew that brute force alone wouldn't win this fight; I had to be smart, use my skills and instincts to outmaneuver my opponent.

**Gekko Hayate's POV**

The signal to begin was given, and Naruto immediately sprang into action. I watched with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. Instead of charging head-on, he performed a series of rapid hand signs. "Water Clone Jutsu! (Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu!)" he called out, and suddenly, three identical clones made of water appeared beside him. Impressive, I thought, acknowledging his proficiency in using a more advanced clone technique.

The four Narutos moved in unison, flanking me from different angles. As they closed the distance, Naruto threw shuriken to keep me off balance. I deflected them with ease using my sword, but I couldn't help but be surprised at his strategic use of water clones. The chakra cost for maintaining water clones was significant, and yet, he showed no signs of strain. This boy is something else, I thought, wondering if I was dealing with a genin or someone more skilled.

Drawing upon his training, Naruto combined taijutsu and ninjutsu seamlessly. He delivered a flurry of punches and kicks, augmented by bursts of chakra to increase his speed and power. The water clones mirrored his movements, adding to the complexity of the attack. I countered expertly, blocking his strikes with my sword and retaliating with swift, precise blows. He dodged and parried, his movements fluid and calculated.

I focused on the clones first, knowing they could become a nuisance. My sword sliced through one of the water clones, dispersing it in a splash. The second clone followed, but not before it managed to land a hit, sending a surprising jolt of pain through my side. This kid really trained, I realized, feeling a mix of irritation and respect.

Despite the unexpected sting from the clone, I couldn't let it show. "Not bad," I remarked, my voice steady. "But let's see how you handle this."

I leapt back, forming hand signs at an incredible speed. "Earth Style: Earth Wall! (Doton: Doryūheki!)" A wall of earth erupted from the ground, separating us. I didn't hesitate, using the wall as cover to launch my next move.

"Water Style: Gunshot! (Suiton: Teppōdama!)" he unleashed a water bullet, aiming for a weak spot in the wall. The impact created an opening, and he darted through, using the momentum to deliver a powerful kick. I blocked with my sword, but the force pushed me back, giving him a momentary advantage.

Seizing the opportunity, he formed more hand signs and threw a barrage of shuriken, each one precisely aimed. I deflected them with a series of quick, precise slashes from my sword, but one managed to graze my arm, drawing a thin line of blood. Surprising, I thought, feeling a twinge of irritation. This boy is better than he looks.

"Impressive," I said, my eyes narrowing. "But you're not the only one with tricks."

Before he could react, I performed a rapid series of hand signs. "Genjutsu: False Place Technique! (Kokohi no Jutsu!)" The surroundings shifted, and I saw the confusion on his face as the landscape warped around him. He took a deep breath, focusing his chakra to break the illusion. The moment he regained his bearings, I was upon him, my sword flashing in the dim light.

He narrowly avoided the strike, countering with a swift kick to my midsection. I staggered, and he used the opening to perform another jutsu. "Sealing Jutsu: Four Black Marks! (Fūinjutsu: Shīru no Yottsu Kuro Shīru!)" He attempted to seal my movements, but I countered with a burst of chakra, breaking free before the seal could take hold.

The fight pushed him to his limits, a blur of strikes, counters, and jutsu. He drew upon everything he had learned, employing feints and misdirection to keep me on my toes. Despite my superior experience, he managed to hold his own, landing a few solid hits and evading my more powerful attacks. His taijutsu, though unrefined, showed promise and a level of training that was commendable.

Finally, he decided to use one last technique. Channeling his chakra, he executed a powerful water technique. "Water Style: Water Severing Wave! (Suiton: Mizu Rappa!)" A sharp blade of water shot from the ground, aiming directly at me. I dodged, but he followed up with another "Water Style: Gunshot! (Suiton: Teppōdama!)" A powerful burst of water hit me, forcing me to defend myself with an earth barrier.

The match was called to an end, both of us breathing heavily, our bodies aching from the exertion. The Inuzuka clan head stepped forward, his gaze appraising.

"Well done," he said, a hint of a smile on his lips. "You've shown great skill."

As the candidates gathered for the final results, Elder Homura addressed them once more. "You have all shown great courage and determination today. Regardless of the outcome, know that you are valued members of our village. The reserve corps is a vital part of Konoha's strength, and each of you plays a crucial role in our future."

The names of those who excelled were called, and Naruto held his breath, hoping to hear his name among them. This test would determine where they would be placed within the reserve corps—whether they would join the Barrier Corps, become assistants, or be part of the esteemed Genin Reserve Corps.

When Naruto's name was called, I saw the brief surge of relief in his eyes. He had made it into the Genin Reserve Corps, the highest rank achievable in the reserve. For a brief moment, his emotions flickered on his face, showing a flash of relief before he composed himself, returning to a neutral expression. It was unsettling to see such emotional control in someone so young, reminiscent of prodigies like Itachi Uchiha. This kid was not just skilled; he was scarily good and potentially dangerous.

Unlike Itachi, who at a young age acted as if he wore a mask of emotionless composure, Naruto actively controlled what he projected. Itachi's demeanor often seemed detached, a façade over his true feelings. In contrast, Naruto's ability to mask his true emotions, revealing only what he wanted others to see, was a deliberate and impressive display of self-control. This level of emotional regulation in a child his age was both impressive and disconcerting.

Naruto's lack of self-awareness about his true potential made him a potential pawn in the hands of those more powerful. He was an orphan, without the guidance or understanding of the power he held. It was saddening to think that someone so talented could be manipulated so easily because he didn't realize his own significance. He was a raw talent, a diamond in the rough, and it was clear that his future held both incredible promise and significant danger.

The reserve boot camp qualification test had tested every aspect of their abilities, pushing them to their limits and beyond. It was a harsh reminder of the realities of the shinobi world, but also a testament to their resilience and determination. I knew that they still had a long way to go, but with each step, they were getting closer to becoming the shinobi they were meant to be.

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