This takes place during Shippuden but before Jiraiya's death. Hope you like it! :D
Pain. Overwhelming pain that consumed my mind. It trickled down my back like hot water and wound around my arms in a snake like grip. I clutched at my chest as the fire raged through my heart. I lay writhing on the ground as it torn apart my muscles. I just wanted it to end. I knew that this is what would happen. I was warned again and again about that pain. But I never imagined that it would be like this.
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Minutes, hours, or maybe days later, the pain began to subside to a point where I could move. Eventually, I was able to will myself to get up. Staggering to my feet, I looked around. I was in the middle of an overgrown forest. Branches clad in shadowed leaves brushed the dirtied canvas of the stormy sky. Taking a deep breath, I took one shaky step forward. Then another. Then another, each with more confidence than the last. Slowly, I began to make my way steadily through the trees.
It wasn't long before I reached the edge of the forest. By that time, the pain had ebbed to a point were it was bearable and I was able to focus. I stood at the threshold of a village. It was surrounded by a large, imposing wall and the only entrance seemed to be to the left of me, a huge arc with the words "shinobi" etched into the stone. My eyes narrowed and I rested my hand on the hilt of my zanpakuto. Stage one of experiment: successful, I thought. Master Muyuri will be pleased. Now, onto stage two.
Without another thought, I flash stepped onto the top of the wall and gazed down at the village that would soon be mine.
I write really short chapters usually :p sorry. Please review!