Prologue

It has been twenty years since the Great War between the village of Konohagakure and the Akatsuki. Members of the Akatsuki now lay in there graves. Or so it seems. He sits in his thrown made of rough sand and rock pondering his future events. Madara still in the clothes he died in. His week old body no stronger than Nagato's was. His brittle bandaged arm rests under his chin. He stares off into the darkness watching with the help of his wounded Rinnegan the new members of the Akatsuki. His sighs "in my state I shall never capture them all." He wines in his dusty voice then begins to cough. This legacy must live on He thinks. I need a new body he concludes. Madara scans the area around him there are multiple places around the cave that contain a small bundle of people. Only a mile from here he has found a young shinobi. The shinobi is full of youth and is currently napping if Madara gets there in time his legacy will live on, and the Akatsuki shall once again rule. He stands up his body trembling he pulls from behind the chair a study wooden cane. He smiles as he walks out of the cave. He has found a new body. His motions may be weak and slow, but using his Sharingan he can manipulate the shinobi to were taking the body would be as easy as breathing.