"Many many years ago, in the land of shinobi, there was a small group of people known as the Akatsuki. Born out of pain, loss, and the search for a better life, this group thrived in the ninja world. It was a beacon of hope for those who were stuck in times of strife and despair for all this group wanted was to bring peace into the world. However as time went past the ideals of the group changed. After brutally losing one of their members to Hanzo, the cruel and oppressive leader of their village, the leader of this group decided that the best way to obtain peace was through shared pain, and he would be the one to show them this pain. He began recruiting outcast from other villages to make his team. 10 people in total. There were some issues with some of the recruits, after all they were missing-nin for a reason, but soon everything was figured out and they started focusing on step one of their main goal, obtaining all of the 9 tailed beasts. However instead of seeing this new version of the Akatsuki as a sign of hope, this world saw them as a dangerous threat. History has forgotten much about what has happened seeing as this was thousands upon thousands of years ago, but slowly the members were killed off by the ninja world and ceased to exist right before what was known as the Fourth Great Shinobi War. While after the war there was peace, those who bonded the villages of the world together through friendship died off, greedy people rose to power, loyalties were broken, and the world was thrown into chaos once again. And to this day, though some may deny it, the world is still in chaos. The ninja villages may have fallen, and those who know the ninja arts of ninjutsu, genjutsu, and taijutsu are few and far between, and yet chaos still reins. However, I believe that the eleven of us were meant to change that. We have felt a strong connection with these rings," the boy with bright ginger hair stopped mid-speech to finger the ring on his thumb, "and they have lead us to this place." He once again stopped his speech to gesture around him. The place this group of eleven was standing, while almost completely destroyed, was one of the original Akatsuki hideouts. If one bothered to look long and hard enough, they would find hundreds of puppet remains. The boy with short, burnt red hair shuttered as if cold when he looked around. The boy with ginger hair continued. "I believe that it is our mission to follow in the original Akatsuki's footsteps and once again try to bring peace into the world. The original Akatsuki may be long dead and forgotten by this world, but by learning from their mistakes we will make sure the Akatsuki rises again!" There was a loud cheer from the small crowd, and the ginger smiled happily to himself. 'Watch out evil doers of the world! The Akatsuki is back!'