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A little bit of introduction about the past , before we go to the main story, so please bear with me...
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Chapter 1
Prologue
On a time and age of senseless wars, there once lived a monk who wanted to accomplish one thing: Peace. He believed that the endless battles were nothing more than excuses made by humans plagued by hatred. A war would not settle resentments; it will only lead to more wars and more hatred. The monk, who was by nature a pacifist, could only take as much bloodshed and destruction. He had seen enough rage and animosity that has pulverized humans into a mere pathetic race. If only humanity could see in a different perspective. Such negative emotions could not possibly free people from the catastrophe that has become of their race.
It was then that he discovered the truth about chakra and their endless possibilities. Driven with the desire for change and tranquility, the monk ventured to different lands, hurdled through mountains and wide terrains, ventured into unknown territories and spread his ideals and principles of the Shinobi Sect religion. He marveled people with his vision and his plight for change. Men and women were awed of his ideals, and not long was the monk recognized throughout the world as the Savior.
He defeated beasts of the most powerful forms. Ever the selfless man that he is, he sealed the beasts unto himself. He became the first jinchuuriki.
But life could only last long. Nothing like heavy responsibilities such as power and control could last forever. Nature would always take its course. His acceptance of the limitation of a man's life pushed him to divide his powers into nine partitions. He consigned to a stone grave the container of the tenth partition, and casted it to the heavenly bodies. It became the moon.
He inscribed into stones his misgivings and happenings in struggling with the beasts. He could only hope that his descendants would be enlightened of his struggles.
His ideals, philosophies, goals and dreams – everything he wanted but couldn't pursue anymore – he would institute to his two offsprings. The first who inherited his vision, believed that power held the key to a much aspired peace; the second who inherited his body, professed his belief that love would be the catalyst to peace.
Moments before his death, he verbalized his decision: his second son would become a living embodiment of his will and become the successor.
Seeing the ire of the first, the monk could only hope that his decision would not put his life's efforts into demise. He feared that unnecessary wars would result of this decision. Mankind would again take sides, forced to be involved in a situation where no possible party would give way to the heeds of the other. He was not ignorant of man's nature to compete, to survive, to seek something that which he does not have. He surmised that man will resolve to anything, ANYTHING to gain an upper hand over his opponent – may it be an opportunity, a lucky hunch, a weapon. And he could only hope that what he once divided into ten parts would not become entangled into the ugly web of horror for man's conquest of power.
His fear could not be abated, no; he cannot bear to part of this world knowing he could have done something to create a solution to a possible predicament of the future. His beasts can be controlled by seals, and by seals he needed chakra. Wind. Lightning. Earth. Water. Fire.
He was the only one who has the ability to control all five elements. There would not be anyone who will have the same control and knowledge of the secrets of these elements for a long period of time, he believed. All elemental techniques could only go as far as to become either an artifact of the past on the brink of extinction, or a survivor.
He could only give limited powers to each element. And for that he needed a container: one that does not seek to use it on his own, but for benefit of ninja diversity and peace. Someone who would use these techniques to protect and save mankind, and not to harm them. A person who will use each element for love, and not for power . A container with a pure heart. This man – this selfless person – would be become both an anchor and a pillar of the future ninja world.
With the limited time he had, he raised himself from his deathbed and grabbed a blank scroll from his bedside drawer. A seal is needed, yes – a seal that would give its container the power to wield all five elements for his perusal, however limited this power may be. He shall be granted the ability to create and break seals, depending on the container's abilities.
Ten minutes later he had designed and created the seal. He raised to looked at the fruit of his labor, grabbed a kunai and allowed a few drops of his blood to blot the scroll and rolled it.
He needed the scroll to remain a secret, away from the knowledge of his sons, of any power-hungry men who will undoubtedly grab the opportunity to use the secret for their own good and start a war. He required a keeper, a third party, one he could trust with the scroll's existence and ensure the safety of the powerful seal.
He needed his long time friend and confidant. He needed his gardener.
He summoned the thirty two year old woman, and explained to her his decision regarding his sons, his worries of the future and of his "back-up" plan. The woman listened to his master with all attention and respect befitted for a dying Savor and friend. She took in everything he said. She gave him her loyalty and assurance, and promised to guard with utmost secrecy the nature and contents of the scroll even if it cost her death.
He was pleased with her words, and he allowed himself to lie down on his bed and rest. She tucked the scroll inside her kimono where she kept a small hidden compartment. The gardener exited the Savior's room and closed the door. Moments later the monk took his final breaths and died.
After the monk's death, the gardener traveled to all ninja countries, watched how different shinobis started and ended their feuds and wars. She travelled far wide, disguised herself as a woman in search for a job as gardener. She fled from one country to another, and guarded her master's secret for decades.
She finally settled on a mountainous area on the south, where she found bliss in a secret valley filled with different plants and shady trees. She secluded herself away from the prying eyes from villagers, and became a hermit. Tales of her seclusion, her despise of curious trespassers and unwelcoming treatment to the general population spread to all ninja lands. Rumors that the female hermit guarded limitless amount of treasures spread like wildfire. People who trudged and sought her presence (primarily for treasure hunting) came and suddenly vanished on the lands near the valley. These strange occurrences inspired myths and folktales for decades to come. Ghost stories about the female hermit served as bedtime stories for children for centuries. No proof whatsoever was established, but people understood and came to avoid the area.
Flowers, plants and fields grazed the fertile valley and flowed with abundant natural life.
A small lake glistened as the moon's light illuminated the secluded valley.
Hidden beneath a secret cave in the valley on the said mountainous area in the south was a wooden century old red casket.
There sat an age old secret of a unique scroll any shinobi in this troubled ninja world can only dream of.
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Will introduce our main characters next chapter, so please bear with me, I'm still a newbie :)v
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