Chapter One
A young man stood in front of the great gates of the Fire Country's shinobi capital, Konoha. The village hidden in the leaves. He had plans for this town. Plans that would leave an impression in it for a very long time.
This young man wore baggy black jean, covered in pockets. He had on a crimson red muscle shirt that was tight on him as if it were another layer of skin. On his hands he wore fingerless gloves the same color as his shirt. Thin black sunglasses adorned his face. His hair was up in short sharpened spikes.
He reached up and touched the blank forehead protector on his head. It rippled as if he dropped a pebble into a pond. He removed his hand and the Leaf Village symbol appeared on the forehead protector.
He grinned and walked towards the large gates that protected Konoha. He placed his hand on the door and pushed slightly. The door swung open and he walked in. An armed shinobi guard ran up to him and swung a sword against his neck. With a deep voice full of anger and strength he asked, "Who are you and what are you doing here."
The young man scoffed and turned his head towards the guard. He glared deeply into the guard's eyes. Small pops were heard and the whites of the guard's eyes filled with blood. "My name is Ryu, and I am just returning home," He said in a cold voice.
The guard's body slumped and he said in a dull weak voice, "Yes, yes, of course. My apologies, Ryu." He then slowly withdrew his sword and walked off.
"I thought you would agree with me," He said coldly with a chuckle. He then walked off into Konoha, turning into an empty alley. He stood there as if waiting for someone.