a sequel of shisui the young ninja make it a chap
Author:unloginuser Time:2025/03/10 Read: 1528a sequel of shisui the young ninja
make it a chapter book
Shisui’s Legacy: Chapter One – The Whispering Stones
Chapter One: The Whispering Stones
Ten years had passed since the tragic fall of Shisui Uchiha, the boy who wielded the Kotoamatsukami, the ultimate genjutsu. His legend, once whispered in hushed tones among the Konoha shinobi, now echoed in grand tales sung by bards around the fire. But the world, even a world touched by ninjutsu, moved on. His son, Ren, knew little of his father beyond faded portraits and the weight of a single, obsidian-like shard – a fragment of the Mangekyo Sharingan, passed down as a family heirloom.
Ren, sixteen summers old, possessed none of his father’s legendary calm. He was a whirlwind of restless energy, his dark eyes mirroring the storm clouds that often gathered above the Uchiha district. He yearned for something more than the predictable routine of the academy, something that resonated with the unspoken legacy pressing upon his shoulders.
One stormy evening, while practicing his taijutsu near the ancient Uchiha memorial stone, a sudden gust of wind tore through the courtyard. The wind, however, carried more than just leaves and rain; it carried a voice, a whisper etched into the very stone beneath his feet.
The voice, faint but insistent, spoke in ancient Uchiha dialect: “The Whispering Stones… seek them… beyond the Shadow Veil…”
Intrigued and unsettled, Ren traced the worn inscription on the stone, a pattern he’d never noticed before. It depicted three stylized mountains shrouded in swirling mist, a symbol unfamiliar even to the elders of the clan. He knew, instinctively, that this was more than just a coincidence. This was a call, a summons to a destiny he hadn’t yet understood.
The next morning, Ren sought out his grandmother, Mikoto, Shisui’s wife. Her eyes, still bright with the fire of her own youth, held a sadness Ren had only glimpsed before.
“Grandma,” he began, his voice hushed, “I heard something last night… a voice… from the memorial stone.” He described the whisper, the symbol, his unease.
Mikoto’s expression hardened. “The Whispering Stones… a legend even I thought lost to time,” she breathed, her voice low. “They say they hold the echoes of the ancient Uchiha, whispers of forgotten techniques, lost power…” She paused, tracing the scar on her wrist, a reminder of a past battle. “They also say that to find them is to court danger.”
Despite the warning, a spark of excitement burned in Ren’s chest. The allure of discovering his father’s secrets, the chance to uncover a power beyond his wildest dreams, was too strong to resist. He knew the path ahead would be fraught with peril, but he was ready.
His journey began at the edge of the Hidden Leaf, a path leading through the Whispering Woods – a place avoided even by the bravest shinobi, shrouded in perpetual twilight and filled with creatures born of shadow and nightmare. He carried only his father’s obsidian shard, a small kunai, and a map – crudely drawn, but unmistakably showing the path to the three mountains depicted on the memorial stone. The map was passed down through the generations only whispered about among those with the most sensitive awareness to the ancient world.
As Ren ventured deeper into the woods, the whispers grew louder, more insistent. He felt a presence watching him, something ancient, something powerful. The air crackled with an unseen energy, the trees themselves seemed to lean in, their branches like skeletal fingers reaching out to grasp him.
The journey had just begun, and Ren knew this was only the first step on a path that would lead him to the Whispering Stones, to a legacy far greater than he could have ever imagined. A legacy entwined with his father’s untold story, and a power that might change the very fate of the ninja world. The Shadow Veil awaited.
(To be continued…)