In a Far away land, past the Peaks of the East, and farther than Meduki Village. There was a great clan named Konohoa that excelled in Stealth and Assassination. A little boy was born a Noble of the Konohoa clan. "What shall we name him, Dank-kun in the town of Haki Roku, Rikimaru was studying Caligraphy, Mathematics, and he was coloring a picture that he drew of Haki Roku. His father called his name out "Rikimaru,Rikimaru!." "Son, it is time to train to become a Master Ninja of the Konohoa Clan." Rikimaru and his father walked to the training fields, and they were greeted by fellow Ninja, mostly of Genin class, and a couple Chunin. "Rikimaru, I will teach you the basics of swordplay and evasion of attacks, First you must have your stance and you must have concentration." said Father. Rikimaru stood his stance, and drew his Ninjato and took three kunai and put them in his fist, to throw for later, "Alright, now strike!" yelled Father. Rikimaru dashed with great haste and swung his ninjato with the swiftness of a leaf falling from a tree, nothing happened and his father was gone. Rikimaru felt the cold aura of a blade and the breath of his father, "You're too slow, Rikimaru. Try to make your attacks less obvious!" protested Father."Yes, Father." said Rikimaru in a smartellic tone. They returned to the house for a cup of tea and afternoon rest.
In the middle of the night, Rikimaru heard screaming the sound of rifles. He grabbed his ninjato, put on his Kimono, grabbed his shurikens, and finally his smoke bombs. He opened the window next to his bed an snuck out into the garden like a the Ninja he was trained to be. He climbed up the cliff to get a better view of Haki Roku, when he got to the peak of cliff, a bright light. Fire, corpses and just overall chaos has come to Haki Roku. There was an army of brutal Barbarians marching toward the town, the gates were broken, bitches fucked, fucks not given, and people slaughtered. Rikimaru had tears rolling down his eyes, watching his people die. So he fled to the next city. This city is was deemed "City of Thieves" where you can get robbed and murdered, noone cared and noone tried to stop it. Rikimaru remembered the stories his father told him about the city, many exiled Ninja fled there after the Purge of a Thousand Traitors. Rikimaru stopped at a dead end, and there was a pub named The Grand Faggus Pub. He opened the door to hear music, drinking, laughing, solicitation of prostitution, and bar fights. There was a man at the bar cleaning mugs and shotglasses. "Oi, kid want a tough drink? By the way my name Vodhr, friends call me Sam." said Sam joyfully. "Yes, I'll take a drink, I would like a pint of spiced Rum." said Rikimaru, Sam pured the drink from a special tap in the back room. A heavy built man with a bionic arm came up to Rikimaru, "Who are you, little man?" said the brute. "I am Rikimaru, at your service." said Rikimaru.
"I am Bro Man Salam, Kodi for short, I welcome you to Grand Faggus Pub." said Kodi. Rikimaru saw a bunch of tall men wearing cloaks, they started staring at him and Rikimaru Unsheathed his sword. One of the men was acctually a Troll and he threw a bag of salt in his eyes. Then they beat the shit out of him, molested his anus, and took his all of his weapons and money. He woke up in the Faggus again, with a man staring over him. THis an had a guitar on his back, and long black hair. "You took a good beating there pal. I think its time to fight back. Im Wumbo, Leader of Fortressnauts." said Wumbo
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