There may have been a time, where shinobi scurried up and down the beaten path, equipped with shuriken and other ammo. But now, there was a picket fence guiding the eroded and shape-shifting path. Every two blocks or so, you would see a green plastic recycling bin and a golf course water dispenser which was often occupied by adept golfers in the summer months.
Konoha had taken a new name after Rokudaime had been forced to step down. He was literally at mercy to an AK-47. Now, it was Sudden Creek. There was no creek. And the 'Sudden' part? Who knows. But the residents like to joke that anything could 'suddenly' happen.
It was your typical golf-course community, ridden with middle aged men clad in pastel polo and khakis. It seemed to be a great place for the well off to raise their children, so they flooded in. They didn't tell you on the map it was segregated. There was old town, and uptown. Uptown was the ritzy Where-did-I-put-my-Coach-purse kind of place. Though old town was reserved for long-time residents. That was where the real historic buildings were. Most of them were now apartments, the only housing choice for the 'roughs'. Rough was slang for the shinobi-born. Although the Academy no longer taught those skills, any child born with rough's blood was inferior. They got all the real hard work. Ninjutsu, taijutsu, genjutsu or jutsu of any kind were strictly prohibited.
"Hard times will pass" was a saying amongst us. There was a law that any previous Konoha resident that was of shinobi blood and had lived there for over four years total could never leave longer than a month. Our free days were rationed. It hurt the most when you had to explain this all to your child.
"Sasuke, Sai, Naruto, Ueda, Karendori, Hikaru, Shotaro! Dinners' on the table!" Neko shoted. She wasn't related to Naruto and Sai, but they stayed with them in their well-off apartment. She was Sasuke's wife and the mother of twins, a teenager and an eight year old. All of which were treated like crap outside of old town. Back in the old days, her children were well-known. She set down the last platter. Neko's fiery shinobi spirit refused to leave her. Someday she'd fix the world for her babies. Neko had been a renowned medical nin as well as the "Fire Sannin". She had even been able to make herself and her husband immortal. It was high risk, and after a two month coma, she had felt good as new, but she healed subconsciously. Neko was in her late twenties, but would always look eighteen.
Sasuke led his first son, Ueda to the table. He was followed by his daughter Karendori and two young sons Hikaru and Shotaro. Sai was already smoothing a napkin in his lap and Naruto was helping bring food to the table. "Mom, what's for dinner?" Ueda asked. Neko pushed her malicious thoughts aside. "Barbeque" Neko said, smiling but behind her cheery face loathing the government.
This type of feeling caused the foundation of a new group- the New Black Ops. Sure the normals had guns, but they had more than that. This was war- bigger than any written one in history, and even if it meant shinobi's deaths, it would ensure a good life for those who had inherited Kekkai genkai.