Kisame Hoshigaki, he was a prodigy amongst the seven swordsmen of the mist. He was a loyal man, when he trusts, he would nott ever betray you. All that Kisame ever wanted was for the world to be at peace. Sure he loves to be in combat, to shred and shave his enemies to strips, but why? He had changed over the years, his hope for the perfect world falling apart time after time. He was intelligent, that he knew, and he used it to his advantage. Being born with a special trait, that no one ever had did not affect him in the slightest. Sure he became an outcast amongst others, but that did not hurt him. He had no appearance complex, and trusted only in his power. Never before did he put as much faith in someone as Pain, also known as Nagato. Nagato promised him that the world would be able to change if they all got together. Kisame was hopeless, and dared to dream once again that the peaceful world he always wished for would be created. Nagato gathered other members in the Akatsuki, which Kisame befriended. They were not close, but they had the same understanding. They all deeply wished for the world that Nagato had in mind, until Madara tagged along. The world they all thought to create started to fall apart. Madara made false promises in order to be the ruler of the new world. Nagato eagerly listened to Madara's plans, and desperately believed in Madara.

Tsuki no mei (Moon's eye)

That was Madara's plan. Did it succeed? Kisame lost all of his subordinates, and watched how each of them died in combat. He felt lost, when the one he was the closest with, Itachi lost his life in order to protect someone dear to him. Kisame could only sneer at the way Itachi planned his life out, he was a formidable fellow, and Kisame respected him like no one other. When Itachi passed away, Kisame made sure to bring Itachi a plate with coloured dango on a stick, and of course a cup of green tea. Kisame did not weep, but he laughed when he stood by Itachi's grave. He was not the type to cry, and he cannot remember himself crying at all.

Everyone died, including Hoshigake Kisame. They wanted only one thing: Freedom, equality and a world without having to ponder if you would be alive the next day. The world celebrated over the deaths of these 'criminals'. They succesfully defeated Madara, Nagato, Konan, Kisame, Deidara, Sasori, Tobi, Hidan, Kakuzu, Itachi and Zetsu. Team Taka officially disbanded, and all of its members went to Konoha, to live a peaceful life. No one shed a tear for any of these 'criminals' for they were seen as trash of the society.

There was going to happen something, a miracle perhaps, that would stir the world. A force beyond death woke up as she saw in what state the world she created was in. Where people who fought for peace were killed, where hypocritical people acted as if they knew that the jinchuriki would save them all along. She was disgusted. When she received the souls of those who were labeled as criminals, she could not help but pity them. Each one of them had a pure goal in their mind; peace.

She decided to do something unexpected. She sent the souls of the criminals back to earth. Each of them were sent to a random place on earth, where they would be unharmed for the time being. She granted them another chance, in the same body with the same memories to prove their worth.

All of them gave up on the world ever becoming peaceful, but they did want to live a normal life. They thanked the Goddess for granting them one more chance.

The Goddess sent the message out on earth that soon enough, the people who they deemed as worthless would return. The people were afraid, and she had to reassure them that they only wanted a second chance. Earth calmed down, but that does not mean that they will easily accept the people who started the fourth Great Shinobi war.

Deidara, Nagato, Konan, Itachi, Sasori, Deidara, Zetsu, Hidan and Kakuzu were revived. Obito had survived the war, and Madara was banished from the soul realm for using pure souls as these. They had no memories of the Goddess, but did understand that they had been given a second chance . . .