Chapter 1

Zen Rega

In Unraikyo, a small rocky mountainous region in the country of thunder, a boy with short white stood with his feet completely submerged underwater. He stared endlessly as the sun began to set; the sky was a mixture of red blue and orange. His grey eyes took in the sunlight; he felt the sun give him warmth. All this waiting really gets on my nerves. But I have to wait till dark to start my real training. He watched the sun fall behind a cliff. Five… Four… Three… Gathering his chakra he counted down the sunset. Two… ONE!

"Wind Style: Hurricane Force!" Performing his hand signs as quickly as he could, he outstretched his palms and a mini-tornado shot from his palms. The tornado flew across the water and hit a side of a mountain dead center creating a crater in the mountain. Using more chakra the tornado grew in size and dug itself deeper into the mountain. Boulders began to fall from the top, creating huge waves that added to the wind of the boys' technique. The bottom of the mountain began to erode quickly with the combined force of wind and water. Running low on chakra, the boy released the jutsu. And observed the damage he did.

Focusing the chakra he had left into his feet, the boy wobbled onto of the water. Walking toward the crater he said, "Let's see, the height of the crater is about 14 feet. And the crater goes a good 9 feet into the cliff." Walking into the crater he smiled, it was a new record. Wiping some sweat off his forehead, he turned around to see a ninja facing right at him. He had a straw hat, and a piece of hay sticking out of his mouth. The ninjas' eyes were crystal clear like water. The boy steps back into a fighting position, and slowly moves his hand towards his pack.

Tacking a kunai from his pack, he throws the kunai straight at the ninja's head. Catching the kunai with two fingers the ninja gets knocked of his feet by a shadow clone. Landing on his back, the ninja looks up to see the boy holding another kunai ready fore the kill. The ninja smirks at the boy, "Not bad fer a lil rancher like you who hasn't even become a genin yet." He disappears into smoke. Caught of guard the boy suddenly gets surrounded by five of the same ninja. "Come on now sonny, you can come with me now or I could drag you all the way back to the village. Heh, just like rustling up some bulls fer the butcher." The boy snarled at the ninja, "I don't need to be taken back to the village, you and all the other damn jonin know perfectly well that I come here every other night to do some training."

Another clone appeared behind the boy and put him in a deadlock. "Yea, your right sonny, we do know. But YOU should know that you need a permit to be here unless you're on mission." As the clones disappeared the boy thought he had a chance to escape. Getting ready to run, there was a big puff of smoke. FOOOOOOOM! The next second after his arms and legs were tied together behind his back with the ninja staring down at him. Struggling to get free the boy yelled "Let me go! Who the hell do you think I am?!?!" Still smirking, the ninja lifted up the boy and flung him onto his back. As he began walking, he said, "You are Zen Regan, last of the Regan clan. And if I'm not mistaken, you have a graduation to go to tomorrow. But tonight, your riding your hoarse all the way to the Raikges office."