A/N: Part one of the MIGHTY AUTHORS NOTE FILLED WITH RANDOM FUCKING SHIT!:

Before we begin, I honestly want you, readers, to imagine this being read to you by the G.O.A.T Nux Taku, cuz that voice is just goddamn epic! =) Oh and if you don't know who he is, I recommend you climb out of that pit of depression you've been living under for your entire life, muster the strength to use them fucking fingers you got and look him up. A fan of any manga or anime can't live without knowing who this man is

With that said, let's talk: Oooookay! Gotcha bitches didn't I? You guys probably thought I was one of those writers who takes at least a month to add a new chapter, didn't you? Well, guess what, as a man by the name of Mr. White once said, "Your goddamn right." Muwahahahaha! Nah, I'm just playing with y'all, I'll probably add a new chapter every two weeks or something. That should be enough time to write and revise.

You know, this past week has been rather surprising, to say the least. First, due to some slightly unrelated shit (*Cough*PM'S*Cough), it seems as though I need to make some personal info clear to the fanbase. I AM, AT THE MOMENT, UNFORTUNATELY YOUNGER THAN THE LEGAL AGE OF CONSENT! THEREFORE, MEET-UP REQUESTS, AS MUCH AS THEY ARE OBVIOUSLY APPRECIATED, ARE NOT A CURRENTLY VIABLE OPTION! SO AS SOON AS REACH THAT AGE, I'LL BE SURE TO NOTIFY Y'ALL. UNTIL THEN, IT AINT GONNA HAPPEN BRO. Also, when I was reading the reviews some of you guys wrote, it somehow didn't occur to my dumbass that maybe I should check your guys' profiles out! So imagine my shock when, as I was writing this A/N I finally decided to check, and found out that three of my favorite authors of all fucking time were among those who reviewed?! I literally started slamming my head into my goddamn pillow (Which is one of those hard af memory foam ones) in a mix of shock and utter stupidity.

A/N; Part two of the MIGHTY AUTHORS NOTE FILLED WITH MEANINGFUL STORY RELATED SHIT THAT ANYONE WHO'S NOT A DUMBASS MIGHT WANT TO FUCKING READ!:

Let me begin by saying DAMN BRO! I did not think I was gonna get so many people interested in this story in one damn chapter. So thanks a lot for that. I also appreciate the reviews. The responses I wrote to each of them are in part three of the MIGHTY AUTHORS NOTE!

some of you guys may be wondering what's up with the timeline. Well lucky for you, that gets explained in this chapter. And about the poll for the rest of naruto's harem, I was originally gonna hold off on that for maybe another two chapters so that I could introduce all the possible candidates who may or may not be OC's of my own making. (#DROPPING_HINTS_LIKE_SHITS LooooL) However, in light of God's wisdom, (*Cough*unwanted writer*Cough*) this may or may not fucking happen. It depends on you dear readers. I've already got the main plot of the story all planned out, things such as romance are just an add on so it's really up to you. Do y'all give a fuck bout OC's? Do ya not? Leave your opinion in a review. Do y'all dislike the possibility of harems? Again leave a fucking review, after all, I ain't gonna deny that I'm a noob so a helping hand (*cough*reviewers*cough*) + (*cough*unwanted writer*cough*) = worthwhile story.

The next order of business is regarding the worldview perspective I gave in the prologue. Let me just say that yea, I know that I was taking a risk there. To be honest it was kinda like if you have a sister that's older or around the same age as you, and she invites her friends over for some shit right? Now let's say that one of her friends is your crush. What do you do? Go up to her/him and see what happens? Or be a pussy ass bitch and do nothing? I for one dear men and women, (Oh shit I'm soooo sorry I forgot that the feminists don't like being referred to as women cuz it has "men" in it.) am not a pussy. So Basically, it wasn't because it's something that I personally agree with although it is pretty much undeniable, I felt that in order to make the story as dark as fucking possible, I had to approach it from a dark, cynical perspective. And c'mon can you really sit there and tell me that if you were one of the characters in Naruto. Someone who has been killing since the age of twelve, you would really be all smiles and pixie dust with a splash of happiness? If that's the case then you are one scary motherfucker. So yea, I get it, it's not exactly the most pleasing thing, but that's the kind of mood I felt the story needed to be set in. Cuz at the end of the day, people really shouldn't want to live in the world of Naruto. It's dark, distasteful, war-torn, and downright disgusting at times. (That doesn't stop sick fucks like us from wanting in on it tho!)

Now, I'll be quite frank, obviously, it is gonna be the mood throughout the story. So if you ain't down with that, then let me impart to you a message on behalf of the 4CHANERS out there. TITICUS EXPOSICUS OR GET THE FUCK OUTICUS! cuz this ain't a story suited to you. Also, I will say that not all of my stories will be like this, while yes they will mostly be dark, some will also be more comedy based you know? However, this ain't it.

Next, if the majority of you do in fact want the harems, then do know that it ain't gonna be the common "Oh, I love my Naru-kun but my pussy can't take being fucked for hours on end while he doesn't even get tired until the six-hour mark, so I guess I'll have to share him'' bullshit. It's gonna be more of a mix of things. Some girls will practically be slaves, others will actually join willingly, and some will be there due to marriage contracts. Now, that also means that obviously not all of them are ok with it at first. Also, there will definitely be rape aspects in the story, however, that doesn't necessarily mean Naruto himself will be a rapist himself. I haven't really decided yet how that's gonna play out but you'll find out in later chapters. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Can't stomach it? Feel free to get lost.

A/N: Part three of the MIGHTY AUTHORS NOTE FILLED WITH RESPONSES TO MY FIRST REVIEWERS! (Although I did basically answer some in part two and one)

Responses to:

To the one I call God's Wisdom: (You know exactly who you are man? Girl? I don't fucking know) To you I give a round of only the freshest cancerous memes straight out of Elmo's white van for a job well done my friend. That had to be the single, most extensive review to ever grace my fucking eyes. So kudos to you. Also, I take your words to heart. You've given me a lot to think about. I'd appreciate your continued support. However, there may yet be some surprises for even you who has so much wisdom. I hope that you'll leave another extremely helpful review on this chapter as well.

To you, Autism593 the first human alarm clock, AND ONE OF MY FAV WRITERS: First I wanna say I hope you ain't spazzing out over there in your damn chair as you read this. Secondly, my friend, as you can see, your wish has been fulfilled. I must implore you to serve as that voice of reason. The one that tells me when it is that I must update. And also I wanted to give you a personal compliment for being one of the most accomplished writers on this site. I love your stories man!

To you Calzohh, One of the most O.G writers ever!: I feel like I should let you know that as I said before, I when I wrote the first version of my response to your review, I had to know idea you were actually one of my favorite writers. As such, I had to come back here to rewrite this cuz my original plan was to try and roast the absolute fuck out of you. (*INSERT NERVOUS LAUGHTER*) Of course once I realized who you were, I ended up doing the same shit Kizaru did back in MarineFord when Benn Beckman showed up. I backed the fuck off. So, I hope that this chapter will let you decide your feelings on the story. And personally, that "Don't let hate cloud your judgment" vibe you had going at the end? Real poetic bro. 10/10. =)

To the one and only, Hatake squad leader numero 69, my boy st4t1c sh0ck: As you can see, I have dubbed you with as the great Hatake squad leader numero 69! Wear it as a badge of honor my good man! *sniff* y-you, just- *sniff* just make me s-s-so, *sniff* damn proud! Of course our boy Kakashi is gonna be op! And of course we got his little helpers *wink* *wink*

To the G.O.A.T Uzumaki Spiral: I got two things I need two say to you my man. First, thanks for the review and as I said in the original response, 'll try my best not to dissapoint. And secondly, double thanks for alerting me that I fucked up bigtime when I typed the original response. Ain't I one dumb mother fucker? =) I'm so sorry but I can't help being an abomination that is the result of the weaponized autism on 4chan.

To you my mighty Spect3r: I'm so happy that my writing managed to intrigue you! Thanks for the show of support, my body-lacking friend. Also, indeed I will try to flesh out all the worthwhile characters in the story so don't worry about a lack of effort.

to you slythefoxx2: To be completely honest man, I think it's a shame but hey, I'm not a dumbass who thought everyone was gonna like the story. Therefore, I can't do much but inform you that if you don't like it, do both me and yourself a favor and go find something else to read.

And finally, to you my foreign Guest: You know, when I first read your review I was like "Oh boy! My first flamer!" And I got all psyched up and shit. But then I realized that unfortunately you, my Spanish friend, can't possibly be a real flamer cuz your dumbass only left a one-word review! What kinda bullshit is that?! Don't you even have the brain power necessary to formulate a proper sentence? I guess not cuz if you did, you would've realized that where I'm at, in the U.S, we speak fucking English. GOT THAT you Spanish prick? Good! Now let me kindly inform you, that if you think the story is so "Aburrido" as you say it is, you can feel free to fuck off back across the border or wherever the fuck it is you come from and find something better. How bout it huh?

(By the way, I'm not a racist it's just that I needed fuel to roast you so… yea)

Ooof, the hatred is strong in me today ain't it Calzohh?

Anyway, Now that I have completed the flexing of the MIGHTY AUTHORS NOTE, take the common level dick out your mouth, replace it with the ultimate meter long fanonverse dick, let it be known that if your a flamer I'll shove my foot so far up your ass you'll taste my shoelaces, and let us BEGIN WITH THE EPICNESS!

"Pathetic fool" Demonic speech

'Burn in hell' Demonic thought/telepathy

"Shameful" Human speech

'Incompetent fool' Human thought/telepathy


:/Konohagakure no Sato: Hokage Mansion/:

An elderly man, perhaps in his late sixties or mid-seventies, sat quietly behind a dark mahogany wood table. The table, smooth and polished, bore the look of a family heirloom that had graced the house for many generations. A cup of tea sat upon it. Gentle wisps of steam rising up and filling the room with a rich, herbal scent.

The room was a rather simple affair, the floor was covered by a rich forest green carpet and the walls were relatively bare with the exception of a large framed painting of that was hung up above the door directly behind where the old man sat.

The only light came from the flickering flames of a dozen candles set along the walls forming a rectangle of light.

The man himself wore a plain white kimono and a pair of sandals on his feet. He sat with his legs folded carefully beneath him. His posture was similar to what one might expect from nobility, calm and peaceful, yet firm and regal.

His face bore the weathered look of a man who had lived long and seen much. Perhaps too much. His eyes, closed at the moment, were lined with deep wrinkles, and his forehead seemed to be creased in deep thought.

In his hands, he carried nothing but an expensive looking pipe. He gently rose it to his lips and took a toke.

'It is strange' he mused. 'That often times, the most peaceful of moments can be found when one is alone with only his thoughts as company. Free of all his duties and responsibilities.'

Tilting his head upwards towards the ceiling, he released the smoke from his lungs with a deep sigh.

His eyes slowly opening to reveal dark brown pupils that, in a rare moment of emotion, seemed filled with sadness and regrets.

They seemed to focus not on what was before them, but of something lost in the distant memories of old.

'I have gone been many things in my time. A friend, a sensei, a husband, a father, and I even made it to Hokage.' He reached into his robes and retrieved a small folded picture. Carefully unfolding it, he let his eyes wander down to gaze forlornly at it. 'And yet, I have become nothing more than an old fool. A failure.' He thought.

His eyes began to water as he stared down at the three figures standing side by side in the photograph, the first was a tall man with dark silk-like hair that flowed down to his waist. He wore a suit of red armor over a dark blue, bordering on purple bodysuit. His skin was a light tan and his face set in a stern yet somehow compassionate gaze.

'Hashirama-sensei' Sarutobi Hiruzen stared mournfully at the once regal form of the "Kami no Shinobi"

After a few moments, he moved on.

The second figure was that of another man. This one stood at roughly three inches shorter than the first. A mane of shaggy white hair fell down to his shoulders. A customized Konoha hitai-ate being the only thing keeping it from falling over his eyes.

'Tobirama-sensei'

His face was marked by three red, spike-shaped tattoos. Two protruding inwards from the cheeks towards the nose, and the third rising upwards from the bottom of his chin to right underneath his lip. He wore a mesh sleeveless shirt underneath an ornate, dark blue jinbaori trimmed in gold. A pattern of dark purple swirls covered it. Black combat issue pants and a pair of geta sandals completed the look.

The aged Hokage's arm slowly rose to bring his treasured pipe up to his lips once more. He took a deep drag, and the calming nature of tobacco worked its magic.

His eyes slowly slid toward the third and final figure who, like the others was male. However, that was the only thing that could be determined as almost the entirety of the figures upper body had been torn from the photo…

With yet another heavy sigh, those sorrow filled eyes slowly closed once more. Allowing a lone tear to slip free,

The pounding of running feet suddenly echoed from the corridor.

The tear slowly slid down the side of Sarutobi's cheek.

The pounding grew louder, the footsteps coming closer.

The tear had come to a stop hanging perilously from the corner of his jaw.

The footsteps were right outside the room now.

The tear fell. And pair of eyes snapped open. The cold, hardened look of a veteran soldier replacing the regret and self-loathing from before.

BANG!

The door slammed open and a chunin rushed in. "Hokage-sama!"

At that moment, Sarutobi spun, far faster than a normal human could possibly comprehend, to face the intruder.

His right hand that had previously held his pipe, lashing out in a blur of motion toward the unsuspecting shinobi's throat in a silent arc of death!

Sarutobi's hand came to a stop mere centimeters away from the chunin's throat. And a gust of air seemed to blow throughout the room.

All the upper halves of the candles along the right side of the room instantly toppled to the floor. Having been cleanly sliced in half.


:/Konohagakure no Sato: Memorial Stone Clearing/:

Hatake Kakashi stared calmly at the cloaked form lying upon the mud before him. Blood seeped from a nasty looking slash wound running diagonally from the hip across their stomach.

Not much could be determined about the assailant from looks alone. The ragged black cloak he or she wore nullified that possibility.

However, during their brief clash, Kakashi had taken note of the extreme levels of agility with which they had moved. He seriously doubted that any male could possibly move in such a light, and flexible way.

'Although, I suppose it matters little what gender they belong to.' The bloodstained kunai held in his hand was silently returned to its holster once more.

'In the end, they are nothing more than an arrogant moth that strayed too close to the flames. Male, female, they will die regardless.' He thought while blinking away a few stray droplets of rain that had fallen into his eyes.

Then, tearing his gaze from the bleeding figure before him, Kakashi took a moment to look at his reflection in a puddle.

Several flecks of blood stained the left side of his facemask, having been splattered there when he had slashed his unknown assailant. His bandaged right arm was also stained by the crimson liquid.

Lifting his arm close to his face, he flexed his fingers a few times before running his hand through his sopping wet hair.

Due to the rain, the blood on his face was slowly beginning to trickle downwards. Filling his nose with its coppery smell.

He made no move to wipe it off.

No, instead he relished in the scent. The intoxicating scent of the life-sustaining liquid of his enemy. He craved it. That satisfaction of knowing yet another worthless soul had fallen prey to his blade.

'Seems a damn shame that the rain will soon wash it away. I'm kinda liking the way it looks'' he thought idly, his Sharingan eye glowing dangerously.

In fact, for the past four, the only true joy he could remember having felt had come when he was out on a mission. Be it hunting down missing-nin, or slaughtering entire camps of bandits.

For in those few moments of battle, he and he alone was given the power of judge, jury, and executioner in those few moments in the heat of battle. And it was addicting.

Even more addicting to him, was the risk he put himself in every single time he came across a worthwhile opponent. That rush of adrenaline he derived from having an actual challenge to overcome, or simply coming so close to his own death, of knowing that there had actually been a possibility he himself could have died, was ecstasy.

Indeed, nothing else could bring him the same amount of pleasure or joy he derived from battle. Not the warmth of a woman's embrace, nor indulging himself in the multitudes of simple pleasures found in the hidden leaf village. 'After all, such things are nothing more than the tools necessary to fabricate the false reality of peace and kindness in which the majority Konoha thrives. Filling the heads of their children with tales of glory, trust, companionship, and heroic feats. Blissfully unaware of the true nature of our shinobi world.'

The sheer absurdity of it almost made him want to laugh. How could they possibly be so naive? He wondered. To be so unaware of the brutal nature of humanity, it astounded him.

How did they not realize that by hiding the truth from the younger generation in the hopes of preserving their childhood, they were only sending them to an early grave?

'Well, who am I to judge? When their daughters are captured, raped, and tortured, or when their sons are slaughtered like cowardly dogs on the battlefield, they will have no one but themselves to blame.' Kakashi's smirked underneath his mask. 'A fitting punishment for those who are too naive to see truth.' He finished.

With that thought in mind, Kakashi slowly turned back to face his prey.

"How truly disappointing" Kakashi began in a lazy drawl layered with a dangerous undercurrent of malicious intent, slowly crossing the few feet of distance between himself and the wounded attacker with calm, measured steps.

"That you had the sheer arrogance to assume that you would be the one to kill me... is repulsive." Copious amounts of bloodlust and killing intent began to smother the area with each step. "Honestly, a weakling like you... had the nerve… TO THINK YOURSELF MY SUPERIOR?!" He finished in a bestial growl.

With a final step, Kakashi's form towered above his now whimpering prey. An ocean of barely suppressed fury, now obvious in his once impassive glare, focusing on the hooded face of his assailant.

The poor fool's breaths came in wheezing gurgles as they tried and failed miserably to crawl away from him.

Kakashi reached out to remove the hood.

"S-s-shtopp! *cough* Y-you monswer!" A feminine voice shouted hoarsely. Her words barely even comprehensible through the thick blood that clogged her throat.

Kakashi ignored her pathetic plea for mercy. His hand drawing nearer to her hood and intent on revealing her identity.

Finally, he grabbed hold of the thick material and gave a quick yank upwards. Unveiling the face of a young kunoichi no older than fourteen.

Her shoulder length black hair was fashioned in a bob cut. Soaked with rain and sweat, it clung to her scalp, covering her forehead in the process. Her beautiful pale features were only slightly marred by the trickle of blood that ran down her chin from her lip. And two greyish brown pupils stared at him in pure unbridled terror.

Kakashi's eyes widened in shock.

And in that moment, as he stared at the girl in front of him. A fragment of his old self, one that had been buried in the deepest parts of his mind for many years, clawed its way to the surface.

Taking hold of the wheel for the first time in nearly half a decade.

Dragging the memories he had tried so hard to forget with it.

"H-how... I killed you… It can't be you!" His words were whispered so faintly that the girl had to strain to hear them. And for a brief moment confusion flickered across her features.

The fury that had blazed like a simmering inferno vanishing almost instantly. Replaced with a blank look that conveyed just how lost he felt in this moment.

Kakashi could nothing as his mind forcefully took him back to times he wished had been burned out of his mind.

To his own personal hell.


:/Flashback: Unknown Location/:

In a dark, dimly lit cell, a much younger Kakashi sat chained up to a wall.

He appeared to have been stripped of any form of clothing and his skin was a sickly pale hue. It clung tightly to his bones. Allowing the outline of his ribs to be seen. A clear sign that he was suffering from severe starvation.

In the faint light within the cell, not much could be seen of his face but the rest of his body seemed to have been mangled horrifically. Deep lacerations littered his limbs and chest area.

His arms also seemed to have been broken or fractured in many places, repeatedly. Bits of white bone could be seen poking out from underneath his skin. It was the lower half of his body however, that appeared to have gotten the worst of it.

The skin had been agonizingly peeled away, strips of it dangling grotesquely. As if the person who had done this couldn't even be bothered to finish the job.

In fact, if it weren't for the miniscule rise and falls of his chest, any sane person would've declared Kakashi dead on sight.

Kakashi himself didn't even know how he was still alive.

Hell, he couldn't even tell how long he had been trapped here, starved to the point he had resorted to picking off bits of his own flesh to sustain himself and forced to drink his own blood and urine.

He had been tortured so much that at this point, he was pretty sure that his nerves wouldn't even register anything less painful than being completely submerged in a vat of acid.

Even then, he doubted it could even compete with the pain inflicted upon him during the latest of torture session he had been forced to endure.

All because of her, that goddamn sadistic psychopath who had done this to him…

'No, not just me.' Kakashi reminded himself as he lay shivering in his cell. 'Rin and Obito too…'

With that thought, Kakashi finally succumbed to the pain and drifted into the bliss of unconsciousness.

:/Flashback end/:


:/Konohagakure no sato: Memorial Stone Clearing/:

The young kunoichi stared in confusion at Kakashi's stunned form. 'What?' She wondered, watching as Kakashi had seemed to momentarily freeze. 'What just happened? Why did he st-' Eyes narrowing, she began to recall the first lessons she had been taught as a shinobi.

As a kunoichi, you are inherently put at a disadvantage strength wise. However, what you may lack in strength, you must make up for in deception and speed. Use any momentary distraction or pause to your advantage

Never before had she been so thankful for the knowledge her instructors had beaten into her.

The girl's kunoichi training, having been carefully honed through years of strenuous training, asserted control over her clouded mind. Bringing with it clarity and a goal.

To survive.

So, using the precious few moments granted to her, she grit her teeth and focused on regaining feeling in her limbs.

Waves of pure agony coursed throughout her body with each and every movement.

Still, she was a shinobi for a reason. What good would she be if she were to buckle so easily?

Finally, after regaining a satisfactory level of feeling in her body, she wasted no time and lunged forward in an attempt to crush Kakashi's throat.

The quick movement parted her hair just enough to give Kakashi a glimpse of the hitai-ate over her forehead... And more specifically, the two overlapping gourd shaped engravings in the metal.

Even while on the brink of a mental collapse, Kakashi's brain was able to clearly register what that cursed symbol was.

It was the mark of those who had tortured him so long ago, of the ones who had robbed him of all he had held dear.

He could still clearly remember the vow he had made back during the war. The same vow that had been replaying in his head non-stop for the past seven years.

His promise, to slaughter all those who wore that symbol.

The symbol… of Iwagakure.

The change was instantaneous...

Kakashi, who had previously been suffering from a PTSD attack due to his mind creating parallels between his deceased former teammate and the female Iwa gennin due to the similarities in appearance, instantly regained control of himself at the sight of the hitai ate.

Upon seeing the symbol, any previously lingering emotions that had resurfaced within his psyche were easily smothered once more. However, not by the dominant emotions he displayed constantly. No, what awoke within him was something feral.

'It would seem, that the filth before me has neglected once more to realize who it is she intends to fight.' Kakashi mused idly as due to the slowed down time perception granted to him by the Sharingan, he was able to watch the Iwa gennin slowly drawing nearer in a way similar to that of a slow-motion camera.

'The world is already so full of incompetent fools. It has no need for another' The corner of his lips were pulled into a bloodthirsty grin hidden underneath his mask. 'Judging by the look of her, It's clear that she came here as a spy. Does that old geezer of a Tsuchikage believe that we would be so weak as to let a child slip into our ranks? Preposterous.'

The Iwa kunoichi's outstretched arm was little more than a few inches away from his throat.

'So then, I will show them the true extent of their naiveness' Kakashi swiftly pivoted on his left heel, spinning around the shocked kunoichi and delivered a crushing elbow to the spinal column.

SNAP!

A sickening scream was torn from the lips of the Iwa spy as she felt her spine give way. Taking with it any form of feeling in her lower body.

The pure power of the strike launched her across the clearing, tearing the skin from her bones as she skid over countless twigs and jagged rocks until finally, her broken form slammed into the thick trunk of a tree.

Four of her ribs were snapped by the impact alone, and some of the shards of bone impaled her lungs and kidneys. The internal bleeding caused her to vomit blood.

Gasping and choking, the young kunoichi's form twitched and convulsed violently. Her mouth hung open in a horrifying look of sheer agony and fear. Blood ran down her forehead and into her eyes as they stared blankly up at the dark sky.

"Haha…. HehheHAHAHA… HAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA!" The sound of insane laughter reached her ears. Carving a path through the agony that clouded her mind. It was a dark, inhumane sound. Almost as if some sick and twisted evil creature had been brought to life and now laughed mockingly as it watched her desperate yet futile attempt to cling to life.

A suffocating pressure began to squeeze down on the surrounding area. Similar to what the higher ranked shinobi themselves could emit, 'Bloodlust' or 'Killing Intent' yet this, was infinitely worse and larger in magnitude. If one were to describe it they would have said it was as though the clearing had been bathed in a noxious mix of pure dread and undescribable terror. The kind of feeling you would get if you heard that there was a shooter in your building. It wasn't a kind of dread that empowers you to flee or take action, it was the kind that drives people to the point of suicide. The fear of not having a single possible escape, of knowing that in the end they would die all alone. Ripped brutally and unwillingly from the arms of their loved ones and cast into the endless abyss that is death.

The young girl struggled to turn her dying gaze toward the source of it... And what she saw would haunt her even in the depths of hell.

Kakashi Hatake stood before her, shrouded in a dark mist like chakra that oozed hate and malice. Shockingly, steam had begun to rise up around him as the fat rain droplets were instantly evaporated by some unknown heat source.

Two glowing crimson eyes glared at her from within the chakra cloud with a feral fury. And from what she could make out, his very form itself had changed as well. His muscles appeared to bulge, his once pale silver hair had grown slightly longer and shaggier. And his lips were pulled into a savage grin, the teeth now ending in jagged points.

The Iwa nin almost passed out as his chakra rose to insane heights. Cracking the very ground around him with it sheer dominating power.

As she watched in a state of incomprehensible horror, her mind could only think of one word;

'Jinchuriki'


Boom bitches! How you like that huh?! Hope it was enough of an apology for the long wait. Next chapter will have lots more reveals. Also, don't worry bout my boy Naruto. He'll be showing up soon. Peace out!