Chapter 28

[ Konohamaru POV ]

My parents were the coolest ninjas I have ever met in my short life. They were both part of the famous Infiltration unit of our village. And as a part of the Infiltration unit, they were experts at their field.

Dad and mom were polar opposites both as a person and in fighting style. Dad was a loud mouthed asshole and mom was a merciless bitch( That was what they call them during their accademy days ), then dad was a berserker and mom an assassin.

Dad a very unique way of fighting, it was so unique that his opponents dread to face him in combat. It was the traditional taijutsu of our Sarutobi clan. It was so effective that even The Hyuga thought twice before fighting us.

People called it fighting dirty, but mom dubbed it as " The Art of the Asshole"

Yeah, it was dirty fighting. But it was freaking awe! Punch to the groin, throwing dirt to the eyes, strike at the liver and every underhanded methods known or unknown, my dad was the only person who could it look artistic.

I remember dad once bragged that he was ambushed by 10 Iwa ninjas, but he came out without any scratches. And the Iwa ninjas were all on the ground, moaning in pain and holding their balls.

I was awestruck at the fighting style and I wanted to learn it. But dad put a lid on that idea, saying that mom would hung his decapitated head on the living room.

Mom was a really scary lady. I remembered that during one solo mission, mom was tasked with eliminating a bandit's camp. She did finish the mission though, but she brought two sacks full of disfigured and decapitated heads back with her for verification. That was very traumatizing to the one verifying the mission.

Anyway I tried to persuade mom but she said no. So, I had to use my special technique!

I made the most saddest face I could make and I showed it to her.

I can see that her will is wavering. Damn! she's good.

Now, for the cream on top, I few tears came out and I said. " Please?~~"

Mom sighed.

I won.

" Ok. But don't overdo it ok." she said, but I was already gone.

YAHOO!!!

Well at first, the training was boring.

Me and my dad sat at the living room and dad told me the philosophy of " The Art of the Asshole".

" Honour is a fool's prize. Glory is of no use to the dead."

That sounded like copyrighted material. But it did showed it's purpose.

In a battlefield, as long as you are still alive to live and kill another day, that was enough.

That is why we the Sarutobi clan are feared as the most dreaded enemies to meet in a battlefield.

To ability to wage war runs deep inside our veins.

Whatever it may be , Short-term or long-term warfare, hit-and-run warfare, ambushes and anything related to war, we take it in like a fish in water.

Before the Sarutobi clan pledged itself as a loyal clan of Konoha, we were known as the " Barbaric Warmongers ".

For us, giving up was never an option.

" You either live as a coward, or die and be reborn in the blood and glorious battlefield."

Every Sarutobi clan members are violent, brave and hot tempered people . We were always the first to enter the battlefield and we were always the last to leave it as well.

Even with such a cool title, we were still not strong enough to make the entire elemental nations grovel at our feet.

Currently only five Sarutobi clan members are left on the entire elemental nations.

Other than that,

Training with dad was fun.

"Sucker punch!!!" Dad mercilessly delivered a sucker punch to my face.

Painful but still fun.

I grab a fistful of dirt and threw it at his eyes, blinding him.

With such a chance I delivered a vicious kick to his crotch.

" Ball crusher!!! " Ah. Revenge taste sweet.

Dad dropped to the ground, his both hands covering his crotch and was squirming on the ground, groaning in pain.

Dad always had a dream of becoming the Hokage. But his dream could not come to reality as he was not eligible enough.

Don't worry dad, your son will fullfil your dream by becoming Hokage!

I wanted to make them proud, that they have brought me into this world... I only wish they were still here...

That particular evening, broke everything in me.

They died...

They didn't die gloriously, but died like rats!!! Even their corpses were not recovered !!!

At the funeral, I just stared at the empty coffins that were meant for my parents.

Why?

" Why did they have to kill my parents? " I asked myself.

I never had such deep hatred towards anyone. I wanted to kill them no, I wanted to gut the person responsible for this and hung his innards on a wall.

Lost in my dark thoughts, I met him...

A deep and cold voice echoed in my mind.

" I heard ya loud and clear, Bro. They took something from us and we will not rest until their guts are spilt from their bowels. "

' Who are you ? ' I asked.

The voice in my head chuckled, " I am you. Just a darker version of yourself."

Kumo... Remember this day was the day you created a monster.

A few days after a funeral, were rather boring. Uncle Asuma was sent to the fire temple for training. And I was left to train by myself.

" Ya know, we gotta find some better training methods if we're going to gut those Kumo scums." I had named the dark voice in my head as Shiro. He was split personality of mine, how he came to existence was a complete mystery. Even he had no clue.

Shiro was rather interesting guy. He accepted my parents as his own, his accent was rather weird but was acceptable and yeah, most importantly, he was a huge pervert. He is always trying to dirty my pure conscience regarding people of the opposite gender.

But what we share in common was the Sarutobi Warmongering spirit of causing war and destruction.

" I can go to the ninja library, but I'm not sure if they are compatible with the " Art of the Asshole." "

" Fair enough." Shiro said.

We were passing by the empty streets of konoha as it was already evening, people would usually stop with their business except for those that operate at night.

Since I was too much engrossed with my conversation with Shiro, I accidentally bumped on someone.

I just ignored the incident and tried to walk away.

But a hand grabbed my shoulders dragging me to the dark alleys.

" Look what we have here, an arrogant Sarutobi."

There were three older kids, probably those that just enrolled into the Academy.

" Just because your Gramps is the Hokage you think you can just walk away from the future Hokage."

Shiro laughed hysterically inside my mind, I couldn't help but smirk at his stupidity.

' Ya hear what this punk just said! Hahahaha ! this is pure gold I tell ya! '

" Wow, just wow. That was the most embarrassing shit I heard in my life." I chuckled.

" What did you just say?! " The leader of the group snarled.

" You think that you, an ass like you can become Hokage? Dream on." Just because you wanted to become Hokage, doesn't mean that you'll be one.

" You want to fight punk." they challenged me. The other two got ready in their own fighting stance.

' I want to taste blood Bro!!! Let me at them. ' Shiro was already ready for battle.

I was also wanting for this moment. My first real bloody fight! I couldn't help myself but gave a grin at them... They looked kinda disturbed at my grin though...Hmm... Well who cares. Let the fight, begin!!!

The thrill of the battle was so pleasurable. I couldn't help myself. When I bit that guy's scalp, the taste of blood was Soo good, I wanted to tear his scalp to taste it even more.

Even when I got hit and blood was flowing From my head, my lust for battle increased. Shiro also wanted to entered the battlefield, so we switched our consciousness , he controlled my body as his own and he was enjoying pounding that guy's face over and over again.

I wanted to enter the fight again, but Shiro was not ready to go back. So we had to enter our half conscious state. He was half conscious and I was half conscious, together we formed a formed something that will haunt the elemental world in the future to come. But this was created by pure instinct. I didn't know how we even did it.

The fight was at it's climax, we were having a face off. They were just glaring at us, except us for we are just grinning like mad men at them.

But suddenly, some thing stood behind us, something dark and twisted it was soo dark as if it could overshadowed darkness itself. The three looked horrified at the thing that stood behind us. With a scream they fled with their tails between their legs.

I turned my head towards the dark entity that was behind us. It was a tall blonde human with a grin plastered on his face. Beside him was a black and scary one-horned bull.

The blonde human no, the smiling demon looked at me with interest. But he soon left.

' Bro follow him.' Shiro told me. ' my guts tells me that he can make us stronger.'

Strength. That was what I need currently, he can give me that.

So I followed him. Even with the blood continuously flowing from my head, I followed him and when he asked me what I wanted, I smiled.

" I want you to make me strong, just like you."