Very little of the full moon's light made it through the dense canopy down to the forests floor, even when the moon was at its peak. An untrained eye would probably not notice anything happening in the invasive darkness. But a skilled observer might notice the dozen or so black clad figures passing through a hidden trapdoor buried in the ground. But then again, any observer would probably have died.
As the last of the shinobi entered the underground room the large stone doors closed and were sealed shut. The quiet buzz of conversation filled the room, as many of the gathered ninja were unsure of why they had been summoned there. Most of them had village headbands that were scratched out, or simply wore no headband at all, marking them as rogue-ninja. They were scattered around the room, some standing, some sitting, others hanging from the ceiling using chakra.
At the far end of the room was a single shinobi wearing a Konoha headband, on which the swirling leaf design had been slashed through to the point where it was almost unrecognizable. He sat in a stone, throne-like chair on a raised platform. He was young, only about 16 or 17 years old. He wore a black cloak with a white ripple pattern that was much too large for him, hiding everything but his pale face. He looked out at the crowd with a childish grin, taking in everyone who had gathered. After he had looked the group over he stood and took a step forward, extending his arms before him.
"Welcome, my outcast brothers and sisters. It brings my heart great joy that you all accepted my invitation to be here tonight. I won't waste any time babbling, I have brought you here for one reason, and one reason alone. I seek to form an army of black-listed shinobi to wage an all out war, and bring the total destruction of the Hidden Villages. We have been forsaken for far to long, and it is high time we reclaim what we should be entitled to. So all I ask is, who will join me?" His voice rang out, echoing in the confined space. There was a general murmur of agreement, until another voice rang out above the crowd.
"Why should we follow you? You're just a snot-nosed brat barely old enough to leave his mother's side!" The group parted to reveal a tall, heavily muscled man dressed in a black sleeveless shirt and pants bearing a crossed-out Kumogakure emblem. He was covered in scars, showing just how long he had been on the run. The boy on the pedestal stared down at him with narrowed eyes. He then crouched as though to jump of the platform and disappeared. He reappeared less than a second later in front of the man, his fist driven squarely into the mans gut. The older shinobi doubled over, a mixture of blood and spittle flying from his mouth. THe boy then spun around him, launching a roundhouse kick that sent him through the throne at the other end of the room. He followed through with several hand signs, ending with Tiger. Inhaling sharply he drew back his upper body, his hands still clasped in front of him."Fire Style: Eternal Spring- Ten Thousand Blooming Phoenix Flowers Jutsu!" He released the stored air, which came out as a stream of several hundred small balls of flame, which all quickly made their way to the man who was currently trying to pick himself up off of the ground in the rubble of the earthen throne. As soon as they made contact they burst, their flames rising into a blazing cyclone. There was an instant of faint screaming amidst the flames before all was silent, save the crackling of the fire. In moments the fires had died and revealed that nothing was left but the blackened surface of the stone. The boy turned to look back at the crowd of shinobi
"Now then, are there any questions?"
