Hi! silverwolf1213 here! I guess I should probably say that this story was created with the help from a bunch of other people on TONFA (The Original Naruto Fanfic Archive). This story is a collaboration of OCs, all of which are not mine except for one, Takara Inuzuka. This story is set 100 years after the current Naruto chapters, so none of them are alive except for Madara Uchiha. The OCs in this story are descendants of real Naruto characters.

Hmm, I guess that's all I have to say. Well, I hope you enjoy!


100 years ago, Madara Uchiha declared war on the Five Great Shinobi Nations. The countries of Fire, Wind, Water, Earth, and Lightning united to defeat the immortal Uchiha and the remaining members of his group, the Akatsuki.

Konoha, Suna, Kiri, Iwa, and Kumo all set aside their differences to fight a common enemy. And they came together to protect what the Akatsuki intended on stealing.

The Hachibi and Kyuubi demons, the last remaining Bijuu.

The Great Shinobi Alliance sent the last remaining Jinchuuriki into hiding. Killerbee of Kumo and Naruto Uzumaki of Konoha were hid away during the battle, in hopes of protecting the remaining Bijuu.

The Alliance failed.

Madara captured the Eight-Tailed Giant Ox and Nine-Tailed Fox demons. He combined the power of all nine Bijuu, fusing them together to create the legendary Ten-Tailed Beast. This made Madara the ultimate Jinchuuriki.

He was given immense power, and he projected his Mangekyou Sharingan on the moon. He used the moon, the prison of the Ten-Tails body, to cover the world in his 'Infinite Tsukuyomi'. Madara gained control over the world, casting his genjutsu amongst the world.

And his tsukuyomi lasted for an entire century.

Now, in the present, nine new heroes will emerge from the ashes of their ancestors. Those who died and failed to defeat Madara one hundred years previously have left behind their legacies for new champions to grab and follow.

But first, those nine heroes will have to piece together the lost ancestries that became buried under Madara's rule.

Destiny will beckon these nine to fight the evil that controls the world. Fate will summon them to re-establish the lost shinobi arts. Legacies will call these heroes to revive the forgotten past.


"Ginmaru, slow down!" a black-haired girl yelled after her silver wolf.

The wolf ran ahead of his master, and he turned his head to glance back at the teen running behind him. He grinned, as much as a wolf can, and darted even faster through the trees of the forest.

Takara Inuzuka laughed at her hound as she trudged up the snow-covered hill and into the woods. Her feet punctured the white snow with each step she took. Her long hair trailed behind her as the cold wind blew against her. Thankfully, she was used to the blistering freezing air of the Blizzard Country. She had lived here all her life, and because of chasing Ginmaru around all the time, she was outside for nearly half the day everyday.

By now, Takara had chased Ginmaru halfway into the forest. The fifteen-year-old girl glanced out through the trees, and just in the distance, she could see her small village. It was a little difficult to spot, but Takara had marked it inside her brain.

The Snow Village sat at the foot of Mount Hoshi, one of the tallest mountains on the continent. Takara's village seemed to be a small brown mass of buildings against the pure white snow. It looked like something out of a fairytale book. The small quaint village sitting at the foot of the majestic mountain almost seemed like a fantasy; it was a vision with dream-like qualities.

Takara was woken from her thoughts with a bark. She turned her head to see Ginmaru standing a distance away from her. Her wolf was a grayish color, but his coat was always so shining that he seemed silver. That was why she had named him Ginmaru when she had found him as a pup when she was ten.

The black-haired girl smiled and ran up to her best friend. She bent down to her knees, not caring that the snow would soak her pants. Takara stroked Ginmaru's ears lovingly as she stared at him, her deep brown eyes meeting his black ones.

"You know, the sun is going down, Ginmaru," Takara said with a smile. The pair turned their heads simultaneously towards the edge of the forest. Just over the horizon, they could see the golden sun slowly sinking behind Mt. Hoshi. "Momma and Papa will be missing us. We should head back."

Ginmaru barked his response, and the two stood up and headed back the way they had come.

Human and wolf came to the edge of the forest, and Takara took a moment to stare out towards her village. She and Ginmaru were a few miles away from the Snow Village. They were standing on the top of a hill, where snow-covered trees stood behind them.

As Takara became lost in her thoughts about the village, she failed to notice Ginmaru's ears flatten against his head. She did, however, hear a low growl emanate in his throat.

Confused, Takara glanced down at her partner. The wolf's black eyes were staring at something very intently; the girl followed his gaze to see what was so interesting. Ginmaru was staring at Mount Hoshi. Takara furrowed her eyebrows.

Then, she gasped loudly at what she saw.

There, right in front of her, a huge chunk of the magnificent mountain fell off. That's when everything seemed to move in slow motion.

Waves of snow began to course down the mountain. Pieces of the landmark that stood so high now began to tunnel down towards the ground. The avalanche proceeded downwards, right towards the small village.

Takara's mouth fell open. She took a step forward towards the village, but she forgot that she was standing at the top of the hill. She stumbled down the snow bank, but her eyes never left the sight in front of her. The teen quickly found her footing and forced herself to stand up and run.

Time seemed to continue to stand still. Takara forced herself to move faster, but she just didn't seem to be moving any faster.

Ginmaru galloped to his owner, and his teeth clenched down on Takara's jacket, causing her to fall into the snow. She struggled to pull herself up, but the wolf refused to let her up. He was trying to keep her away from the destruction, but all she could think about was how she was wasting time. She was wasting time when she could be helping her family.

However, Ginmaru would not relent, and his large paws pushed down on the teenager's sides, keeping her pinned to the cold and snowy ground. Takara's eyes widened as she continued to watch the snow bury her village. The avalanche was expanding, and it almost reached to where Takara and Ginmaru were lying on the ground.

Takara didn't even register how long the actual avalanche lasted; it seemed to take years for the last drop of snow to fall off the mountain. But once it finally halted, the girl pushed herself up off the ground and ran straight towards her buried village.

After pushing herself for the remaining miles that separated her from her home, she made it to where the edge of her village should have been. All that was there was a huge pile of snow, and under it, her village lay buried.

"No… No, no, no!" Takara screamed as she jumped into the snow pile. Her hands moved through the wet slosh, trying to get to the bottom of the mound. "No! Momma! Papa!"

Try as she might, she could not get to the bottom of the heap of snow. Takara began to hyperventilate, and it wasn't from the cold weather. Tears stung her eyes, and she leaned down to the ground, wishing she could find some form of life.

There was none.

"Please… no…" she muttered with tears streaming down her face. "Why… They're all… They can't be…"

Ginmaru barked at his master as he stood by her side. *It's no use, Takara. They're gone.*

Takara froze. She turned around and looked at her wolf. "Did… did you just talk?"

The wolf stared at her in bewilderment. *Pardon?*

"I can hear what you're saying…" the teen muttered. "What is going on…?"

*I don't know. But Takara, it is time to leave…*

"No, I can't! I can't just leave my family!" Takara screamed.

*Takara, it is not safe here. You must understand, do you not feel this strange sensation?* Ginmaru asked.

Takara stopped for a moment. She searched for whatever he was talking about, but she did not find it. All she could feel was sorrow and pain from her loss. It was too much of a terrible and horrible shock to even think about anything else. She almost wanted to scream at her wolf companion for even trying to change the subject of what was important.

"Ginmaru, Momma and Papa are gone! Do you not realize this? They're gone!" Takara yelled. "Why? Why did this happen?"

*Takara… I am sorry.* Ginmaru moved closer to his master and let his muzzle rest on her shoulder. She absentmindedly stroked his head.

Then, a large feeling of what almost felt like electrocution coursed through her entire body. After touching Ginmaru's fur, a wave of some type of strange sensation ran through her chest and up to her brain. Takara could only assume that this was what Ginmaru was referring to.

Her eyes went blank for a moment, and in her mind, she saw a mess of visions. A montage of feral feelings and vicious visions ran through her head, and she could only come to one conclusion.

Beast.

Whatever she was feeling or seeing, it all seemed to lead her to that answer. It had something to do with a beast. She saw fangs, claws, and deadly eyes. In all honesty, if she had to pinpoint the beast, she would say that it was a wolf.

She glanced at Ginmaru, who was seated right next to her. "Ginmaru…" The silver wolf turned his head to look at her. "What is happening?"

*I don't know. But whatever it is, it's something big. And I think it means something significant.*

Takara looked back at the huge snow mound that she was seated on, where her entire village lay underground now. She placed her hand on the snow, where she assumed someone or something lay underneath. Her heart tugged at the thought of it being one of her close friends or even her family.

"What do we do, Ginmaru?" Takara asked, her voice sounding not like her own.

*We go wherever your soul tells you to.* Ginmaru replied.

Takara nodded sadly. She lifted her hand that was placed on the snow, and she placed a kiss to her fingers. Then she pressed her fingers to the snow again. She bowed her head in respect, and she sent a prayer to whoever was listening, asking whatever god there was to watch over those who now lay buried beneath the snow that had covered the once beautiful Mount Hoshi.

After her prayer, Takara glanced up at the tall mountain. It looked so bare now. All of the snow that had made the landmark seem beautiful was now the top of a graveyard.

The girl bowed her head once again, sending a prayer for each person she knew, and even those that she didn't know, hoping for the best for each of them, wherever they may go.

"Goodbye… Momma… Papa… I love you both…" Takara whispered.

She and Ginmaru sat in those same positions for hours. Takara was too tired to get up, but she was also too depressed to move. And the wolf sat and supported her the entire time.

In the dead of night, Takara finally found the strength to move. It wasn't much, but she was able to push herself up. She slowly made her way back down to the level ground, and she stared off into the distance.

*What do you think, Takara?* Ginmaru asked.

Takara sighed. She sought back into her soul, and deep down, she felt some kind of beastly instinct leading her in one direction. It almost felt like a homing beacon. Without a word, she headed off in that direction and Ginmaru followed.

Unbeknownst to either of them, the beastly instinct that Takara was relying on was an ancestral sensation that was passed down through the generations of the famous Inuzuka clan of the Village Hidden in the Leaves. And that was the place where her instinct led her.


Takara Inuzuka is the descendant of Kiba Inuzuka. She is my original character.

Well, I hope you liked this.