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Prologue

He was falling. The man was falling and despite all attempts, he had yet to figure out how to stop. All around him were flashes of purple lightning as he moved through the strange tunnel, suddenly he saw a white light and he felt himself re-entering the physical world. The man hit the ground with a thud; he lay there on the ground for several minutes before getting up and trying to get his bearings down. Nighttime was the first odd thing since it should have been daytime. The man looked into the sky, all the stars looked alien to him and he was unable to recognize any of the constellations. "This is not good," he thought. After searching the area he found enough rock, small branches and dead leaves to make a small fire, he crossed his arms for a few seconds then said, "Heat breath" the man took a deep breath and exhaled a small stream of fire that lit the branches and dead leaves. The man sighed, he detached his Senior Gold Musketeer's scimitar from his belt and set it down next to him as he sat down to begin assessing his situation.

Jiraiya happily stumbled through the woods. If someone were, too see him from a distance one might think he was sick or poisoned, but when you got up close, you would see the big smile on his face, and smell the sake on his breath. You would then know that Jiraiya of the sannin was neither sick nor poisoned, just drunk. Jiraiya was in a very good mood, the day for the man was what a perfect day should be. Plenty of good-looking women doing many interesting activities that meant he made his quota for his research for his next book, he then spent the rest of the day in the company of several lovely ladies who made sure the sake never stopped, he even managed to leave the brothel with some money. Jiraiya laughed, now he had a little money to spend at one of his particular favorite brothels that was a few towns away.

Jiraiya took a quick glance at the watch, it was getting late and since he was a little ways from the nearest town, he figured he would camp out here this evening. Jiraiya continued to make his way through the forest trying to find a decent clearing to make camp when he saw the orange glow of a campfire. Jiraiya cautiously approached the campfire, he did not want to spook who ever was there, but he also wanted to make sure it was not an enemy of Konoha. When he was close enough, he leaned against the tree and saw a man sitting around the campfire. He was a tall man looking to be about five-foot eight, his build made Jiraiya think the man was toned rather than bulky suggesting he relied more on technique rather than brute force. What caught Jiraiya's attention was his clothes, the outfit was primarily ocean blue, on his boots were gold decorations covering the toes and forming an arrow like decoration on his knees. The shalwar pants were plain save for short tassels on the side of his knees. The jubbah was blue with white sleeves that had gold around the biceps as well as several purple tassels on the end; around his waist, he wore a purple sash that tied together with a strangely shaped gold buckle. His hands covered with a black cloth wrapped in blue rope like cloth, on the back of his hand extending a little ways up his forearm being protected by gold bracers. Jiraiya could not see his face or head very well since he was wearing a black turban with a blue ring around and a black veil that covered half his face.

Jiraiya did not sense any evil intentions from the man, nor did he seem like he was even trying to hide his presence, all this led Jiraiya to the conclusion that he is not an enemy of Konoha. Jiraiya made his way towards the man slowly, his arms relaxed at his side as he said, "Hello, may I sit with you?" The man turned towards Jiraiya studying him carefully before saying, "Yes you may." Jiraiya sat down across from him, the two sat in silence for several minutes before Jiraiya said, and "So what's your name, I'm Jiraiya one of the three legendary ninjas of Konoha." The man sighed and responded, "Arcdeity of the Immortals of Aht Urghan." Jiraiya gave Arcdeity a funny look before saying "Aht Urghan, where is that exactly, some kind of far away land?" Arcdeity sighed as he said, "If my hunch is right and I'm starting to think it is more and more, I have a feeling I have somehow ended up in another dimension." Jiraiya sat there for the next hour; Arcdeity told him how he fought in some war called the Crystal War and talked about the various battlefields he fought across until the combined armies of Atlanta marched on the Beastmen horde main stronghold slew their leader the Shadow Lord and ended the terrible war.

"After I made my way back to the city of Bastok, one of the black mages was to open a warp portal for me to go home to possibly reverse my exile." Jiraiya raised an eyebrow and asked "A warp portal?" Arcdeity chuckled as he said, "It's a hole in the fabric of space so to speak. When someone is using a warp spell whether he is the one that cast the spell, or has the spell cast for him they must concentrate on exactly where they at least end up in the general area they want, while those who are new can end anywhere sometimes even right back where they started." Jiraiya had many questions to ask about this warp spell but decided to leave it since he doubted Arcdeity wanted to answer it all right now, instead he ask, "Why were you exiled?" Arcdeity sighed, he look at the campfire for several minutes before saying, "The country of Aht Urghan has been known for many years as the 'Silent Kingdom.' That was because no matter how many time the Alliance of Atlanta asked we never once sent them assistance not even a single soldier. During the first couple of years of the war, we heard nothing but bad news that spoke of one defeat after another and victories paid at too high a price. After many appeals to the leaders of both the army and rulers, I decided to leave knowing that I would be exiled. My only hope was that when I had returned to my country it be with my head held high knowing that regardless of the outcome I made the right choice."

Jiraiya admired Arcdeity; he had a conviction that reminded him of his greatest student Minato. Jiraiya made a decision then said, "Why don't you come with me to Konoha, its not home but at least it's a good place to make a start." Arcdeity thought about it, he doubted he would ever return home, despite all his great power he knew for a fact he would not be able to open a warp portal on his own. If he did not accept this offer, he might end up running into someone not as nice as Jiraiya and that could lead to a bad situation. Arcdeity simply nodded his head, Jiraiya smile and said, "Excellent, well lets get some sleep, it'll take several days to reach Konoha, and when we get there you'll be busy I can already see it." Jiraiya took out a scroll, he opened it, placed both his hand in the center of it and channeled his chakra as he yelled "KAI." Suddenly two green sleeping bags appeared, Jiraiya gave one of the sleeping bags to Arcdeity who accepted it gratefully. Jiraiya then used a low powered earth jutsu to sink the fire into the ground, when he was happy that the fire was taken care of the two men laid down and drifted into the world of R.E.M.

However in a cave deep in the land of Kusagakure several men wearing black robes with red clouds on them waited patiently around the outside of a circle containing a complex series of seals, the leader a man wearing a orange swirling mask with one small eye hole for sight said, "Prepare for the final part of the summoning. The minute I finish the summoning the rest of you must activate the binding seal, or else failing will be the least of our problems." Everyone present answered with a chorus of "Hai." The man nodded then began to make the required handseals, when he finished the last one he slammed his hand into the ground as he said, "Summoning jutsu." Despite the entire cave becoming full of smoke, each of the six men put their hands on the seal as they channeled their chakra into it to activate it. The smoke began to clear as the room filled with a malevolent chakra. Inside the seal was a giant demon standing nearly eleven feet tall, its face was like a dragon cruel and twisted with evil, on its back were wings that allow it to fly, it wore armor that radiated evil, and carried in its right hand a giant staff. The demon roared as it slammed its body against the seal, it attempted to conjure it demonic powers but found it was unable to. While the demon fought against the shield the leader made his way towards the seal, when he was right in front of the seal he said, "Hello and welcome to our world, Viscount Morax."

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