Chapter 5: Legacy

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"When we arrived on Yaomi Village, North east of Kusagakure, things were just as bad as we'd feared. They had us outmaneuvered, and outmanned by a five-to-one margin. What none of the Tsushikage war council had counted on was the Yellow flash of the leaf. We'd all heard the stories, of course, but they never fought against him, never seen him rip apart a head from a body in a half-second. He was magnificent. Even so our mission was set on stone from Tier 6 'Nezu', we never heard his name at that time. Retrieve the captured operative who is held captive on the Torture & Information side of the camp and get out of there."

Excerpt from Journal of Jinrai Utsukame, Tier 4 of the CSA, undercover on the 5th combat logistic platoon of Iwagakure, Third shinobi war, Konoha theater of operation.

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 "-Byung-ho Hong, 23rd Battalion of the 5th Special Forces Brigade, Code name 'Whole world' South Korea, nice to meet you, Alexender."

There was a defining silence after Takahisa said that, Izaku tried to process everything, then said "But... why did you play the ignorant when you asked about my life?"

He sighed, "Well, to be fair, I wanted to wait for you to attain the age of 18 to tell you about your legacy, the Utsukame legacy, but also my father had an hypothesis of which I wanted to affirm, he always had a mind of a... researcher I guess? he always was the quiet one."

Seeing his son's confusion, he elaborated "My father though about a lot of things after he discovered about our legacy. However, he only told me about two of them, the first is the possibility of reincarnation from the same World in the same Universe, or being picked from the same world, but different Universe."

Izaku frowned, he asked "I still don't understand, aren't we from the same world?"

His father's face turned a little bit grim, "Well, because of my grand mother, or father's mother... was from the Waffen SS."

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"Heh?"

He smiled, "I had the same reaction, a women in the German army? no the SS? It was unheard of, so my father never heard of fit as well, thus the hypothesis of being picked from multiple universe."

They sat silently for a moment, Izaku being astonished about the discover, "Waffen SS heh, quite a family."

Takahisa Sighed, "Yes, but even then she probably done nothing like my father did."

Izaku looked up, questioning gaze on his father, the later continued, "Like I said, our family has a legacy of strong men and women, but that comes from a heavy price, my grand mother was an SS, while she served as a guard of a concentration camp at the start of the war, at the end of it however, she participated in the Volkssturm program in 1945, but with how deadly she was in sabotage, she got promoted to be part of behind the lines soldiers, and I don't know the rest of it."

"But my father however... it was quite the hustle to make him say his past, with my grandmother help.."

He sighed, "He was from the Kitayama corps, attached to the Kenpeitai Unit in Korea to repress any sort of rebellion."

Izaku sighed, a hand in his forehead, he said, "I don't like where this is going."

"My family was on the resistance, that's why he was reluctant to speak after learning my story."

"And... how did it go?" questioned Izaku.

"Well, when I was young we were poor, we lived in the farms, had no neighbors, but one day, at one night, I found my self attached to a chair, seeing my parents in front of me, I remember my parents looking at me in terror, or rather the one behind me, in terror, after that, everything was blurry. Until the facility was shaken, and we heard a battle going on outside the facility, the men in the room quickly came out of the place."

"I sat there, in the dark waiting, until I saw a Soviet, entering the dark room, when he flicked the light, I saw my parents dead on the floor, from that moment I grew up alone in the orphanage until I joined the Korean special forces."

"Later on, I was sent to Vietnam where I got heavily injured then returned to the country, In which I married someone and lived on until I got reincarnated. Some times later, when I was 18 after I recovered my memories, my grandmother sat with me and my father, and we discussed about our past, to accept it and understand that the past is in the past."

He sighed, "But the thing is, when I spoke about my past, my father... sort of froze, then got out. I didn't understand at the moment, but after hearing the life of my grandmother, she said that he needs time to speak about his."

Izaku then held his hand to his face and said, "So your father was the one who killed your... 'parents'?"

His father sighed, he continued "Yes, he did, he was the one who killed them, but funnily enough, he was the one who persuaded them to spar me," he snorted, "the feared Katayama Corps, known for their brutality, spared a child, oh humanity..."

Izaku also sighed, sensing some sort of familiarity with the quote.

*Flashback*

He saw himself in the middle of small village, in his right was something akin to a church, he looked down he saw his customized Ak-107, but when he looked right, he froze.

In his right, there was a building, which looked like an educational building, but it's wall was painted in red, and down there was a line of dead children, one of them shocking on his own blood.

"Pl-plea..."

-Iz-

-Izaku-

-Izaku!-

*Flashback ends*

"Izaku! you hear me?!"

Izaku snapped out of it, started at his father, "Y-Yeah, am alright, just... a little bit tired, that's all."

Takahisa understood his father, today was a lot for his son, even if he is old in reality, he knows that there is little a child's brain can handle.

"Let's go rest for today, we need it to prepare the... burial of the clans member."

"Yeah... you are right."

He got up, he hugged his father, they stood for a moment like that, takahisa then said, "Good night Izaku."

"You too dad."

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