chapter 4
Chapter four
Harry began to quickly stretch out as far as his exhausted body would let him go. Before he lied down in the oh so cool and soothing grass around him; in an attempt to sooth the burning muscles in his body somewhat. Carefully placing his sword next to him, and in easy grabbing distance, as he did so. Knowing that it would be best to never let himself look like he was unarmed; even when he was resting.
It had been a couple of years since he had been first spat out of the portal he had fallen into, and since he had landed in this world he had found himself in. A couple of really adventurous years at that; that showed that his Potter luck had really followed him through the portal as well.
Of course, given where he had landed in the first place, not to mention just who he was, Harry figured that was pretty much a given. What when you consider everything else that had happened to him because of either where he was or who he was. Both before and after he had gone had ended up in the situation he currently was.
Thinking on this Harry couldn't help but chuckle lowly to himself at the irony of it all; even if at the same time there was a sad tint to his chuckle. More so as he thought back a couple of years and how everything had all started, at least in regrades to the life he had made here; as he thought back to when he had first put his plan into action.
The plan which Harry had made all those years ago, after hearing about the attack of Kyuubi, as well as the argument the two merchants had had after that. Or to be more specific the choice Harry made the he now knew had been one of the first major turning points of his new life.
It was the one where Harry had decided if he would go back to village called Konoha, which Harry now knew meant Village hidden among the Leaves. Or go off in to basically the unknown with a complete stranger. And if he did either would he be doing it in his kitsune form or in his human, childlike, form.
Now, after everything he had been through, had done and had learned, it didn't seem like that big of a choice. But back then it had been one of the hardest choices he could make; especially considering everything that had just happened before that.
Flashback.
Harry knew he didn't really have long to make his choice and that whatever choice he did make would have a big impact on his future. Heck, as far as Harry knew, this this choice could make it so he died in just a little bit after he made said choice; that is if he made the wrong one. Knowing this, really didn't make his choice any easier than it already was. If anything, it made his choice that much harder.
Now Harry felt like banging his head on the hollow part of the tree he was in. Feeling that doing that would honestly be a lot easier than make a choice with so little information to go on when it came to what he should choose. Even if he had made similar choices with even less information to go on in the past
Which now that he thought about it most likely had something to do with the situation he was in now; making Harry feel all that more jumpy about the chose he had to make. As he really didn’t want to end in a similar situation as he had repeatedly as Harry Potter; the so-called boy-who-lived.
But even as Harry though this, he heard something that made the hair on the back of his Animagus form stand up on end; as well as making him go wide eyed in horror. It was the man who was about to leave speaking; his tone sounding almost grim as he did so.
"Look, I'm not saying that I am never going to come live at the Leaf or ever sale anything there ever again. Just not right now. It's too dangerous here right now… those ninjas there, that entire village, is bound to be jumpy was hell; they're not going to trust any strangers for a good long time. And that's what we are to them right now, strangers, and we certainly won't be welcomed there. Plus, the fact that a lot of my merchandise has to do with foxes isn't going to help my case any; even if the foxes are just carvings and face masks. I get the feeling that that village isn't going to have much love for anything to do with foxes for a good long time; not that I can honestly blame them for that, but…" Here the gut paused, and Harry could tell he was gathering himself together before continuing on with what he was saying.
"Anyway, I'm just going to get out of here; while it is still safe for me to do so. I would suggest you do the same, but I know you're still planning on going to Konoha, still planning on going to that twice damned Ninja village, so all I can do is wish you the best of luck." This said the man seemingly finished packing everything and tossed over his shoulder to what Harry assumed was his friend.
"I hope I will see you later then." Hearing this and knowing now that he couldn't, or more like wouldn't risk, going to the village from before, which was apparently called the village of the leaves or Konoha, Harry jumped out of the tree he was still in; aiming towards the large bush that was just to the side of said tree as he did so.
Harry did this so that he wouldn't be seen by the two men that were in front of the tree he had been in; something he was sure only worked as neither one was paying much attention to anything but their wares at the moment. Once he did this, Harry took off in a dead run, heading ahead of where the one leaving the village was going.
Hoping to meet up with him in a little bit and put his plan in to action. A plan he had literally just made up on the spot and was going to put into action before he could second guess said plan; all the while mentally hoping that he wasn't about to make a serious mistake as he did so.
Harry ran as fast as he could for a good ten minutes, before coming to a sudden stop. Feeling that he was now far enough ahead. But at the same time not too far as to bring question Harry wouldn't be able to answer, to put his last second made plan into action. All the while hoping for the best; and hoping his instinctual feeling weren’t letting him down as he did so.
Following this gut feeling Harry began to look around himself; to see if there was anyone else who would be able to see him there. And upon seeing or sensing no presences around him what so ever, he quickly shifted back into his human form. Once he did this Harry began to set up things around him trying to make it seem like he had set a camp and had been there for a while; instead of just a minute or two.
Wanting the man that was coming up, the one Harry was sure was some type of merchant, to think he was just a lost child in need of help as he did so. Keep that in mind Harry hadn’t make the camp look that well-made; as he made the camp keeping the age he looked in mind. After all, he did look like a five-year-old at the oldest. And that was even pushing it a little. Making Harry believe that he had actually been deged to four at the oldest; instead of the maybe five he had originally believed.
Harry might have been there sitting in his poorly made camp, wishing he looked old enough to actually have a fire going as it was pretty cold, for at the most five minutes when he heard a whistling coming from down the road; coming directly from the direction he had just come from at that.
Hearing this Harry perked up and began to make it look like he was struggling to make a small fire in the center of his camp; making sure to look like he as having great difficulty while doing so. And all the while mentally thanking the fact his clothes already looked torn and dirt from the fighting he had done before he had entered the portal. As he did this Harry waited for the merchant to come into view; hoping that he wasn't making a big mistake as he did so.
A gasp and some muttered cursing let Harry know the merchant had arrived and had seen him. Knowing this and knowing that he had to be careful about what he was about to do, Harry looked up; trying his best to make himself seem as harmless as possible as he did so. Which, considering the age he looked now, Harry hoped would be an easy thing to do. Knowing that the merchant was already paranoid and ready for an attack as he did so.
Apparently, Harry done a very good job at looking harmless, and helpless, perhaps too good a job at that. Because the merchant had quickly pulled to a stop and jumped out of his product burdened wagon, before said wagon had even pulled to a full stop at that. Before all but ran over to where Harry was; eyes darting nervously all around him as he did so.
Once he, the merchant, got to Harry he immediately went to Harry's side; his eyes still wildly dancing around him as if expecting an attack of some sort. As he reached Harry's side the merchant all but scooped Harry up and pulled him back to the safety of his cart. Ignoring the way Harry furiously fought against, and cursed, him as he did so.
While this was happening, Harry was starting to think that he had just made a horrible mistake. And was about to call on his still exhausted, but utterly wild, magic in an attempt to either protect himself or escape the man’s grip. That is, he was thinking this, until the merchant who had grabbed him and dragged him away from his poorly made camp began to speak.
"Kid, what are you doing out here all by yourself don't you know how dangerous it is? A kid your age should have some idea just how dangerous it is to be this far out of a village; no matter how small it is! OH, what am I talking about a kid your age should be home safely protected by you parents!" Here the merchant ran a hand through his brown hair and, while still looking as if he was expecting an attack to come out of nowhere, kneeled down so he was facing Harry. Then in a much gentler, though still stern almost panicked, sounded voice asked Harry.
"Where are you parents, child?" Harry hearing this, and feelingly slightly bad about his earlier negative thoughts about the man, but at the same time knowing what he would need to do if he wanted his plan to be pulled of successfully, began to pull off some of his best acting; something he had long since mastered.
As he made tears slowly start to fall from his eyes and made his voice both soft and almost broken sounding as he answered the man in front of him. Honestly, not feeling guilty about playing on the man in questions emotions as it would mean his own survival, and Harry and long since learned to brush aside any guilt when it came to that; or the survival for those he cared about for that matter. Besides it wasn’t like Harry was doing this to hurt the man in question in either way, he just wanted to get somewhere safe; where he could hopefully get more information as well.
"They're gone. We were going to some place my parents sounded really happy about going to when these bad men came out and attacked. Mommy told me to run and I did, but they haven't come back, and it's been a really long time. The suns already come back up!" Harry as he said this sat down and began to cry harder than he had been, or at least pretend to as he took in the merchant's suddenly grim and sorrowful face.
Harry, as he watched all of this, and continued to carry on with his act, wondered what the man was think and if he'd help Harry; like Harry hoped he would when he started this whole thing to begin with.
Harry watched through his hands as the merchant in front of him seem to nod to himself and come to a decision. One that Harry hoped would be the one he wanted; or one that would help him in the end.
Fortunately, it seemed that it was because the merchant lifted Harry up and placed him on his cart before beginning to talk to Harry; keeping his tone as soothing as he could all the while.
"Look kid…. why don't you stay with me for a while until we can find some of your family? Would you like that?" Harry hearing this inwardly cheered while he physically looked up wide and watery eyed before shakily nodding his head.
End flashback/memory.
Remembering all of this Harry shook his head slightly fondly. He had spent a good year and a half with that man. Who Harry found out was called Sharou a little after he had agreed to go with him. Things had been pretty happy, almost peaceful, during his stay with Sharou. More so then Harry had ever thought his life would be; even with the minor amount of training he had been doing.
Unfortunately, it hadn't stayed that way long; such was the Potter luck. Because while Sharou and him had been out traveling from one town to another, selling the goods Sharou had, they had been attacked. By what Sharou had first feared he would be attacked by when he had picked up Harry, and by what he had thought had attacked Harry parents; they were attacked by bandits; which had a few missing nin in them to make it just that much worse for the traveling duo.
Harry had, surprisingly to Sharou, been able to fight off the bandits for a bit. But because of his young body, and inexperience he had in fighting with it, not to mention that that at least one of them was a mid genin level missing nin, this didn't last long. And before he could do as much as he wanted Harry had found himself being tossed aside; as well as temporarily stunned. This made it, so Harry really couldn't do anything as the man he was beginning to think of as a good friend and maybe a guardian was killed right in front of him.
Seeing this had caused something in Harry to snap and he no longer could bring himself to care about hiding the fact that he was different; that he had magic. The only thing he could bring himself to care about was the fact that he regretted that hadn't brought out the magic he could do earlier. Seeing as the small amounts of magic he had managed to regain control over so far, may have been enough for Harry to be able to save Sharou from being killed in the beginning.
Once Harry's magic was loose, it acted completely wild as it threw those that had been attacking him, and the ones who killed Sharou, high into the air. Seeing this and not feeling that it was enough Harry, acting on an impulse, pushed his wild magic throughout his body. Then, before he could even think about what he was doing Harry rushed to the bandits.
Heading straight for the leader of them, who was the one who was the Missing Nin of the group. Not only that but he had actually been the one to put the blade into Sharou's chest. Then before he could even think about what he was doing Harry thrusted his hand directly onto said bandit’s chest pushing a good deal of his magic, as well as some energy Harry had no idea about, into him.
As soon as he did this Harry watched wide eyed as the bandits dropped down dead, without a single mark on him; eerily similar to those Harry had seen be hit by the killing curse. Harry as he saw this shuttered slightly and swallowed back his feelings. Knowing that at the moment wasn't the time to have a break down; especially not when there were all the other bandits around.
Knowing this, Harry had kept his magic out and stayed in the fighting style that he had slipped into when his magic had gone wild. But it seemed that he didn't have to do this because as soon as the other bandits had seen what he did and saw that he hadn't broken a sweat in doing it on top of that, ran off shouting something about a ninja.
Harry hearing this was confused but at the same time he did feel relieved that the bandits had left. That is, he was relived until he recalled just what had made him snap in the first place. Remembering this Harry quickly rushed over to where they had dumped Sharou's body.
Hoping that by some twist of fate that the merchant, who had been kind enough to take him in, even though he was obviously terrified by what it could mean for him, was somehow still alive. Sadly, this didn't seem to be so as his first friend in this new world stared blanking at the sky, not moving, not breathing, and clearly no longer alive.
It was after seeing this that all the anger that Harry had been feeling left him and caused his magic to go back in to him. But even as he did this Harry felt that, yet another thing had changed in him and that it had to deal with what he had done with the lead bandit. As if the action he had taken against that missing nin had been the last step in making something about him click into place after over a year of unseen work.
Wincing at this, as well as the fact that whatever he had done had been scarily similar to what the killing curse had done in the end, Harry slowly got up, and began to turn around to dig Sharou a grave.
Knowing even as he did this that he wouldn't be able to stay where he was long. Because the bandits that had left earlier were going to be back and most likely in higher numbers at that. All the supplies, and goods that Sharou had with him, were too much for those greed fools to pass up.
Even if there was a supposed ninja protecting everything. Hell, the fact that there was only one supposed ‘ninja’ protecting the good and said ‘ninja’ was an incredible young one at that, would only encourage them to come back all the faster than they would have otherwise.
Harry, even a good five years after this had happened, still felt the prickle of tears in his eyes and felt his magic pulse through him as he remembered it all occurring; in clear details. In fact, Harry had to fight the urge to grab his sword that was lying beside the now eleven-year-old child.
Instead Harry took a deep breath to calm himself, then to keep his mind off memory that had been so close to setting him off, again. Harry deiced that it would be best to think about what had happens shorty after Sharou's death instead. Even if the memory in question really wasn’t that much better, and similarly emotionally pulling as the one he was trying to keep away from.
As he had decided to think about the time that multiple thing had happened; nearly all at once. As the memory in question involved him finding out about what he now considered his curse, how he got a new trusted mentor, not to mention found a way to channel his magic, as well as the new energy he had found out about during the bandit attack, and to top it off the memory where he had gotten the sword beside him. It was a memory Harry really wasn’t likely to forget anytime soon seeing how life altering it was.
FLASHBACK/memory
It had only been a couple of days since Sharou's death and Harry was blindly walking through a forest. Trying to forget the misery he was feeling that Sharou's death had caused him and trying to shake the feeling that he was being watched. That he had been being watched since a little after Sharou's death; as he did so. Even if he was a little surprised just how devastated he was feeling about Sharou’s death as he hadn’t thought he had gotten that close to the man in question.
Sadly, Harry couldn't shake either one of these feelings and it was causing both him, as well as his magic, to be jumpy and more prone to lashing out. This lashing out and jumpiness did turn out to be helpful seeing as it seemed to keep the predators that were in the forest away from him; seeing as they seemed to be wary about the more dangerous feel Harry was currently giving off.
But at the same time, it made Harry feel very high stung and was seriously starting to cause him to become exhausted faster the ever. Seeing as he was unable to get to sleep while he was feeling so anxious.
Which when it included the fact his magic was constantly on a hairs edge of lashing out, or actually lashing out, didn’t give him much time to recover his energy. Not only that, but the strange feeling that something big in him had been changed, had been activated in some way, still would not go away. Always there at the edge of his mind making him nearly panic about just what it could be.
Something that wasn’t helped with the fact that this feeling about what he figured was his most recent change only seemed to grow stronger and stronger. As did the feeling that he was being watched. Which left Harry twitchier than ever and made him magic feel ready to blast out of him at the slightest nose; which it had already done on more than one occasion.
In fact, it was getting so bat, that Harry's health was starting to be seriously affected by all the emotions he was feeling and no matter how much he tried to calm himself down; nothing seemed to truly work. Harry had long since been able to ignore his exhaustion, but it seemed that with his deaging he had also lost a good deal of his resistance to things such as exhausting, hunger, and magical drain.
Finally, it all came to an end when a large, giant really, tiger, decided that he had stayed away long enough, and that Harry aura really wasn’t that threating. Instead the tiger felt that Harry instead looked like a mighty fine meal.
Seeing this giant tiger lunching itself at him and knowing for some strange reason that it wasn't why he felt he was being watched, Harry again instinctively raised a hand to defend himself.
Only to feel the same feeling he did when he had first attacked the bandit, the same large buildup of two energies, and as his hand touched the Tiger, he could see the life leave the tigers eyes. Just as it had the Bandits from before.
But before he could even really think of what this could mean Harry suddenly felt as if he had run a marathon, fought off several dark lords, drained himself of all his magic and then decided to train some more just for the heck of it.
To put it lightly, Harry felt utterly and completely exhausted; even more so then he had already been before. So exhausted Harry could see his vision darken and could feel unconsciousness beginning to claim him. Meaning that his body had finally had enough and was forcing him to rest; rather he wanted to or not.
But before the sweet bliss of unconsciousness could fully claim him Harry saw a large, human male looking, figure jump down from a tree branch above him. Deep inside him, as he passed out, Harry knew that this man was why he had felt as if he had been being watched for the last couple of days. Knowing this all Harry could do was seriously hope that the man didn't mean him any harm. Because considering the state he was in there was no way Harry could defend himself against said man; even if had wanted to.
Harry slowly began to wake up, feeling like he has drunk at least six barrels of the strongest fire whiskey in the wizarding world as he did so. To put it lightly his head was seriously killing him as he woke up. But Harry ignored this pain and literally jumped up from his laying positions as he recalled what he had seen before he had blacked out; from what Harry was sure was some form of exhaustion.
Only to end up clutching his head and immediately regretting said decision as the pain he was feeling easily tripled and his eyes instantly began to water; making it so he couldn't see anything. And in doing so making his situation even worse then it had been before.
Not to mention making it so his early actions, of jumping up so he could somehow defend himself, pointless. At the same time because his head was pounding so bad and because his eyes were still watering Harry found himself falling back on his rear; landing back where he had been laying in the first place.
Harry was brought out of the thoughts about how bad his head was hurting, and how he hoped no one just saw what happened to him, by a low sounding laughter coming from a little to the left of him.
Hearing this, and his eyes finally having stopped watering as badly as they were, Harry jerked his head to the left; looking wide eyed at the person who had laughed. What he saw when he did this had him suddenly grateful, he was sitting down and couldn't fall again. Because there sitting down watching him, next to a small fire, was one of the people Sharou had warned him about so many times; a Missing Nin.
He was really tall, especially to Harry considering he was about this size of a small six-year-old, and looked to be a really strong, yet fast, fighter. One that had a lean but muscular, build; that just screamed dangerous to Harry's eyes.
The Missing Nin had on a pair of, almost baggy looking, grey and brown army pants, with a tight grey shirt over that. The man had long shoulder length grey hair, though he only looked to be in his twenties, and he had his hair in a tight braid so none of said hair could fall in his eyes. Eyes that were sharp looking brown in color and just below what Harry knew, due to Sharou, was a slashed mist symbol.
Taking this in Harry began to look for the weapons he knew where going to be on the missing Nin. From what Sharou had told him, and what his own common sense knew, no ninja, missing or not, would be without their weapons; at least not this far outside of their village; and even then, they most likely keep their weapons on them to be on the safe side.
And Harry found himself right as he spotted two twin swords lying on the older missing Nin side. Harry knew he had others on him, that were hidden from Harry's searching eyes, and he knew that this man in front of him was dangerous.
But at the same time, he couldn't help but wonder just what this missing Nin wanted with him and why he had obviously carried him away from where he had passed out and set up camp around him. There had to be a reason he had done so, because no one would have done it for no reason at all. Not in Harry experiences, no anyone who helped him usually wanted something from him; with Sharou being the sole exception to that.
Harry as he was thinking of this and as he continued to stare at this missing Nin. Who was looking back at Harry, seemingly amused about everything. He was knocked out of his thoughts when said Missing Nin, showing that yes, he was amused by how Harry was acting, asked Harry.
"So, are you done looking me over… and do I meet your approval little man?" Hearing this Harry went slightly red before he could stop himself. But, then calling upon all the emotional control he had worked on during the war, Harry pushed aside the embarrassment he was feeling away before answering the missing nin; trying his hardest to keep his tone completely neutral as he did so.
"No…I mean who are you? Why am I in your camp and what do you want with me?" This earned Harry a look as the laughter left this missing nins eyes and he sighed before answering Harry's questions; knowing that Harry would be distrustful of him until he did so.
Plus, he hoped that if he gave Harry the information he wanted, and a little more than that, then the kid would also give him some information; as well as do what he hoped he would in return.
"My name is Hiro, I don't have a last name to give you, so it's just Hiro. I took you to my camp because I saw what you did with those bandits and later the Tiger as well. I took you in because I know how dangerous something like that can be. It looked like some type of bloodlimit. One that you don't seem to be able to control. I have seen that happen before and believe me when I say that, that lack of control never really ends pretty…" here the missing nin trailed off with a sad look in his eyes, before he looked at Harry and continued; his eyes radiating sincerity as he did this.
"I didn't want that to happen to you. I didn't want to see you turn out like so many children in my village did; just because they had bloodlimits. It's one of the reasons why I left that hell hole. I picked you up because I wanted to train you. I hoped that you would allow me to train you and that you would stay with me for a bit."
Here the missing nin, who Harry now knew as Hiro, gave a very faint, nearly invisible blush, and turned away from Harry; unwilling to say any more. Surprising Harry with the show of emotions that the man was giving seeing as from what he had Ninjas especially Missing Nins were said to be emotionless most of the time.
At the same time, even if he was rather surprised about what had just been said, Harry understood what he was getting at, having felt similar things several times during the war. But with a lack of control over their magic, mostly from young children that didn’t end to well in several different occasions; once in an Obscurial. Something Harry had found out he had been close to turning into in the past due to his so-called family. So, it was with no hesitation in his voice that he answered Hiro. Doing his best to sound completely sure of what he was saying; even if he wasn't.
"Hey Hiro, my name is Harry Potter…yes I know it's a weird name and no I don't plan on changing it. It is the name my parents gave me and now it's really the only thing I have to remember them by, so I don't plan on losing it…" Here Harry gave Hiro a look that told him nothing he said would change his mind, not that Hiro thought about try seeing as he agreed with Harry's reasons, before continuing.
"And I would honestly love to have you as a sensei. If you would have me as your student that is…and if you could explain to me more about these bloodlimits you were talking about and how you seem to be so sure what I did was one of them." This got Harry a happy laugh from Hiro before he jumped into explaining just what a bloodlimit was and how he was so sure that Harry had one.
End flashback/memory.
Harry remembering all of this shook his head fondly. Hiro-sensei had put him through hell and back; while calling it training. Heck he still did so every day and planned to continue to do so for years to come; if he had his way.
But, all and all, Harry could say that he could certainly see some serious result because all that training he had been put through. Most of which even he hadn't been insane enough to attempt the first time he had put himself through training while he had been in the wizarding world, and he had been training with war, as well as, his freedom in mind.
Thinking of some of the hell Hiro- sensei had put him through, in the name of training, Harry paled slightly and barely hide his wince. Yes, the training had given him some wonderful results; more than he would have ever been able to do on his own. Like finding a way to channel his magic and getting into an amazing shape, not to mention learning several of his other abilities, but Harry was sure it would give him nightmares for a long time to come. Nightmares Harry was sure was only going to get worse as time went on and as Hiro's training increased in difficulty.
But Harry knew Hiro was being so hard on him for a reason and Harry honestly wouldn't have it any other way. He had to have this harsh training; it was literally the only way Harry would be able to gain control.
Control Harry desperately needed at the moment. Because it seemed that Hiro was right, he had activated a bloodlimit of some sort; one that he couldn't turn off until he had control over it. Which even after these last couple of years of training Harry still didn't have enough training to turn off his blood limit; no matter how hard he tired. He still hadn’t gained enough skills in it to be able to turn of what he now considered his curse.
And to Harry that was what his bloodlimit was, a serious curse. One that his sensei decided to call the Shinigami's touch (Idea given to me by IRISof BLUE) which was basically what his blood limit was; at the bare bones of it. A name that should let anyone who heard of it get a grist of just what it did.
As the bloodlimit made it, so Harry could literally kill with a touch; no matter where it was done. Though doing so now cost Harry nearly all of his energy both magical and charka, which was the other energy Harry had been feeling before Hiro had took him in. It also almost always caused him to pass out when he used it to that extent.
At least at the moment it did, though Harry did notice with some fear that the amount of power it was taking to use the actual death touch was lessening as he got stronger, as his control got better. Not to mention this death touch instinctively activated whenever Harry felt threated in the least bit. However, as he began training it Harry had, to his relive figured out how to active, as well as deactivate that part of his Bloodlimit.
Sadly, this wasn't the only thing his recent curse could do. Because, as he found out through experiences, that with even the smallest amount of charka, or magic, in his touch he could cause someone sickness; the more energy he used the worst the sickness.
Not only that, but the longer he touched them the stronger the effects got. He found out through some, very much hated, trial and error that if he kept in contact with someone, even the smallest of touches to bare skin, he could and would eventual kill them; touching something for more than an hour often left the thing, or the person, he was touched incurable sick; or dead within an hour after that. No matter what.
Unfortunately, Harry was able to find all of this out because he simple could not turn it off his bloodlimit; no matter how hard he tried. But he was able to control, for the most part, the output of the chakra he put in it; all because of the harsh training Hiro put him through.
Something that did help even with the fact that because of his bloodlimit constantly being on he always had at the lowest level of both his charka and magic constantly going through his system. Leaving it so that his touch, at least skin on skin contact, always caused some discomfort or sickness on the one he was touch. But as he had trained and gained more control over both his magic as well as his charka, the effects of his Bloodlimit had lessened; unless he wished it otherwise.
Which told both Harry, and Hori, that once he got better at his chakra control, he would eventual be able to turn off his bloodlimit. Something he was really looking forward to and caused him to throw himself into the training Hori gave him. But until he did learn enough control Harry knew that his Bloodlimit would be active and letting his curse affect everyone around him.
Which was why Harry was wearing what he currently was. Which was a long baggy pair of chain linked pants, and a dark purple hoody; with a matching dark purple facial mask. He also had both his hands and feet covered with a pair of thin but sturdy pair of black gloves, as well as, a thick heavy weighted pair of boots. Harry wore all of this so that not a single section of his skin was showing; besides what he was willing to be shown. So, he could protect others from his bloodlimit.
Sighing from his position on the ground Harry suddenly felt Hiro chakra coming closer to him. Feeling this Harry climbing up from his lounging position and grabbed his sword. Once he did this, without even thinking of complaining, he began to head into Hiro direction. It was time to get back to his training. It was time to once again start working on getting his curse under control.