Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Naruto characters the OC's are mine though, keep your hands of of them... :p

"Ordinary speech" / "Shouting" / "Thoughts" / "Angry thoughts"


Prologue:

"I'm not a wimp am I?" were the thoughts of a man escorted by two cloaked warriors.
Well, at first sight this is nothing to doubt your own strength, or in this case, the lack of it.

This man was supposed to meet a contact in, what his leaders called, 'the hidden world'.
This contact had promised them assistance, assistance they desperately needed because of the war brewing in their homeland.

Yesterday he had finally reached the hidden world, the journey had been uneventful until he had notice a small boat following.
He wasn't sure he was being followed, but his guild had not informed him about any assistance that would travel with him and the chance of the boat transporting travelers or goods was nonexistent. The great ocean was not something people would cross on a whim, the risks were too great, the currents treacherous and the journey unbearably long.

So, at the first inhabited island that he had encountered in the hidden world. He had pulled a clever trick that had earned a lucky fisherman a new boat.
And that would, hopefully, confuse his pursuers. At first he had thought that his plan had worked, until he had reached the agreed meeting spot.
There he didn't encounter his contact but the two warriors who were his current escorts.

He had tried to retreat but these warriors had intercepted him in seconds. In a desperate attempt to get away he had tried to fight them, however every single one of his attacks had been countered, his greatsword that usually broke through every and all weapons had been stopped.
What shocked him the most was that it took them only one punch to take him out. That in itself was highly unusual for warriors; they hadn't attacked him with a weapon but barehanded. Even more unusual was that the punch had managed to explode in one way or another.
But the fact remained that he had been defeated with one punch.

Anyone would feel weak after the defeat he had suffered.
It was the same for him, he who was considered one of the strongest warriors in his guild and the best combat instructor of his homeland.
This had been the reason they had entrusted him with this mission in the first place.

But still it had taken these guys only one punch to take him out.
That they didn't bother to put him in shackles or disarm him, only made it worse. They didn't even consider him dangerous.


It was after this chain of events that I found myself being led through a series of tunnels into a large underground cave.

Well it wasn't really the kind of cave where you would take shelter for the night while traveling, the dim light provided by the candles and torches and the water leaking through the sealing made it feel more like a dungeon. At the end of this dungeon, in front of a stone throne, stood a man, this man had white mid-long spiky hair and wore a black outfit with a purple line going down each sleeve of his jacket. Around his waist he wore a red sash in which he had tucked two swords, one at each of his sides. This putted me at ease and pissed me off at the same time.

He fitted the description I was given of my contact. So at least I hadn't fallen into the hands of my pursuers, but that also meant that I got beaten by some underlings, with only one punch! I seriously thought these two would have been the leader of their guilds.
At least that's what I had hoped for, for the sake of what was left of my pride.

Once my escorts and I had entered the hall the white-haired man spoke "Ah our guest has arrived, are you here to fulfill your end of the agreement?" My patience was already at its limits because of the past events, but this was the last straw. "Because of him I get beaten like some rookie and now this guy thinks he can act like nothing happened? He knows that we consider this a very delicate matter, our future is on the line and this guy is just goofing around.
Instead of showing up himself, as was agreed upon in his last message, he sends two of his subordinates. He should have known that I would retreat as soon as I saw two persons instead of the one that was said to be there. That also meant that this guy knew his subordinates could stop me. With.
Only. One. Punch!" I'd never been this humiliated in my whole life.

"Agreement, what agreement? You were supposed to meet me, not have two of your lackeys humiliate me! If we had known this is how you fulfill your promises we would have searched our help elsewhere!" Shit… I snapped, how's he going to react?

To my surprise the white haired man simply smiled and made a small gesture. A woman stepped out of the dark, she was in her late teens, her long red hear reached just below her shoulders. She wore a purple top, black miniskirts and glasses with a purple frame.

"Relax, my friend, the fact you know that bit of information proves you're not an imposter. Not one person in my organization knew that I was supposed to be your contact, only your leaders were told how your contact would look like" the man explained "But, to be sure… Karin?"

"I don't feel the tiniest bit of chakra coming from him" she answered plainly.

"So this whole time I was being played like a fool? And chakra? What the hell is chakra supposed to be?" I was just about to respond when the white haired man spoke again.

"Good," he smirked "you will teach me some of those interesting techniques and I will provide your guild with my assistance when the time comes. Now Karin, see to our guest's wounds and show him to his quarters."

And even though he had been friendly throughout the whole conversation there was something in his voice that made it clear to me that this just wasn't a person you messed with. That is, if you valued your life. "Oh god, why did I get assigned to this again?" and while I was being led to my quarters, I remembered that I had volunteered.

Just goes for showing how f*cking bright I am.


To Be Continued...

Next time:

Chapter 1: Training - A new way to enjoy peace?