Prolgoue
The street was war torn. It was a simple description yet it held so much meaning. The smoke filled the sky from burnt out stores. The cobbles were broken and forever stained with blood. Among this havoc of a once lively street, even the wind blew gently reluctant to disturb the tentative silence. The only human being stood among the marble remains of an old economy stronghold, the guardians, the creatures all gone long dead or hiding from the death and the living who had nothing left to loose. He stood tall among the ruins unconcerned by the blood and cuts that littered his body. Walking with heavy steps his army boots crunched the burnt remains of counters beyond repair. The combat pants prevented the stones from injuring him anymore but the mesh top prevented no wreckage the last chance at revenge. His coat sleeveless and as black as his hair dragged along the floor weighing him down with more and more blood. He ignored its tattered ends as he lifted a bag from the remains of burnt out books. Lifting it upon his back he looked out among the ruins that now symbolised a race, a world, an entire people that was dying because of its own mistakes. He removed a comic book from his bag and with only a glance at the title he turned on the spot. With a crack the boy-who-lived, the saviour of people and a tired young man, aged before his time was gone. His last thought. Naruto here I come.
Naruto dodged the poisoned blade jumping further back. But the armour covered ninjas were not heading for him and now. Now they had a free run to sakura and the old man. CRACK. Well... not anymore. Sitting atop the now unconscious missing nin was a very sheepish young man.