It has been 500 years since The Great Uzumaki Naruto had ended the war with Akatsuki.
It has been five hundred years since the people knew an actual peace and prosperity.
This peace seemed as if it would last forever
But like all good things that seemed to good to be true
It usually is…
I stood perched high above the once great Village of Konoha on the mountain of their past leaders. From this point I could see how far the once glorified village had fallen, my eyes peering down over the dirty streets and buildings that only added to the gloom and grim reality that not only they, but every man woman and child everywhere has realized, that the time of peace and prosperity died along with the man who brought it.
It's kind of funny if you think about it, Konoha was where everything begun. Where Senju Hashirama created the first Shinobi village in which all others followed, he created an ideal for peace which brought clans together to make it one of the great powers to be. Yet it's also where it all ended.
A man named Uzumaki Naruto, from all the stories I've read and childish tales I've heard, he was the greatest. He was a man determined to make change, a man determined to break the chains of hatred that had plagued the nations for so long, amazingly enough he did.
He quelled the flames of anger and hatred, he destroyed those who caused terror and fear and in the end actually brought about a peace that seemed real...yes it seemed for them so real.
Yet the Great Uzumaki Naruto, the Bringer of Peace, the Slayer of Evil finally met a fight he could not win, the fight of time. He grew old and finally passed on in his sleep, a peaceful way to go for a man who deserved no less but when he died so did the peace.
His predecessor had tried his best but he couldn't do the job that Naruto did, hell who could, The people began worrying, worry turned to fear, fear turned to anger, anger turned to all out war. Soon another Great Shinobi war reined and this one far greater than any before it.
Rape
Torture
Destruction
Death
Genocide
These all became common occurrences, this brutal war had lasted almost 9 straight years before the villages had called their version of a truce, But it was too late...the damage already done, damage that would never be repaired.
The villages had gotten out of one war only for another to pop up, an internal one, Clans had began to riot wanting more power within the village, the councils began to fight amongst themselves as half wanted what was best for their people, the other half wanting what was the best way to line their pockets with more ryo. After a while fights broke out, clans killing clans of their own village, councilman were replaced with politicians more after what they wanted then what the people wanted. Even the great kages, the ones who were suppose to keep the peace had become nothing more than cold hearted soldiers after such long periods of war.
The entire system the villages were built on crumbled, most clans parting ways becoming mercenaries once again, the few that would even stay in the village was because they ruled with fear and terror looking out for what was good for them rather than the village, the entire world became greedy.
It's been five hundred years since these fall outs and nothing has changed, in fact it's gotten worst, wars were now common place, year in year out villages warred for anything from want more territory to a shinobi of the other village didn't say hello polite enough for their taste.
Every day I see how pathetic it truly is, even now as I stare down upon these streets of the Leaf village I witness its degrading turns. A village that once practiced honor now shows disgrace as I look down upon one of the long dark alleys of the village a young woman being raped by a gang of thugs.
A village that once practiced family wholesomeness and love; I watch a pathetic scene through a window of a random apartment of cowardice and loathsomeness as I watch a little girl who could not be older than 10 being brutally beaten by her father who was in a drunken stupor…
I stare down upon these scenes and see that all those talks of breaking the chains of hatred and bringing everlasting peace that these mothers spout off as bed time stories for their little ones , well that's all they are..A child's bed time story...
It's kind of funny, this world I find myself despising so much at time I often realize if it were any different, if it were peaceful and there were no need for wars or fighting, I would be useless in it. Thank Kami that's something I won't need to worry about because as long as there's war, as long there's fighting and fear, I'll always have a place...
I forgot to introduce myself haven't I? My name Is Mitsuma Dallas
And this is my story…
I was born on this earth 19 year 3 month and 9 days ago in my clans compound a just on the border between Land of Rain ((What I'm calling the unnamed country Amegakure is in until they decide to share that info)) and Land of Earth.
My father was the head of the clan, he was a fierce man who had known little about anything but war, and in fact the Mitsuma clan's reputation is based off how many battles they have won with so few numbers by their side.
I grew up on this compound and was trained from the day I could walk, like my father the training was intense, working out until you felt your muscle tear, throwing punches into wooden dummies until your knuckles cracked. It was hard but the main thing all members of the Mitsuma clan always learn...how to kill emotions.
We are demons as much in reputation as we are in form, no hesitation, no fear, no remorse once a Mitsuma has his target, nothing stands in his way and lives to tell about it.
The day I hit 15 I had left for a mission, there was nothing special about the mission really I've been running them since I was 10. It was the return that was the surprise for me as my entire family's compound was destroyed; we had clan members laying about in pools of their own blood not a breath left in them. I searched that wreckage that was my home yet I never found my family dead or alive, I never found a reason either on who did it or what happened.
After that I took the few clan Jutsu scrolls and weapons that weren't damaged and left, not much choice in the matter finding little else to do but continue what I was bred for. I became a mercenary, taking small jobs from business men and restaurant owners, all ranging from simple stealing of a rivals companies objects or files to killing another restaurants cook just because he was better at making dumplings then someone else.
It was about three months of doing these pathetic jobs just to get a little cash before my name was thrown up to some of the bigger businesses. Soon Daimyos began to ask for my help taking out someone who's crossed them, then Kages wanting dirty work done but not wanting to dirty their own blood soaked hands. Eventually, my name had began getting bigger, though it wasn't my name but the one that was given to me after handling the Grass Daimyo's little problem with a band of shinobi taking over one of his smaller villages, There was a man in this group who was known as a demon and he wanted him dead and be made an example of..
Two days later the Daimyo came to see my and from what I was told almost threw up at the sight, I guess he wasn't expecting that I not only killed his demon but also his pals then hung them up their torso's by their intestines were a little much for him. But after that day I gained a name that struck fear in anyone who heard it, a name that at this point reigned for the most ryo for either dead or alive, and the name I was given…
Onijin (Demon King)
Now I stand here on the top of this treasure of Konoha's history known as the Hokage Mountain, the sun gleaming off the rough surfaces of the six faces that were engraved in its side. If only they could see their village now, their dreams of peace being turned into a slum of drug users, drunks and prostitutes all being ran by dictators who they once called the Hokage.
"Wonder what they would say to this kage who has warped their ideals of peace" I thought to myself that's when I paused only for a second as a smirk moved to my lips because I realized soon they would be able to ask all the questions they wanted because the new Hokage, the man known as Kan Gakki
Is my next target…