Chapter 1

Leaves rustled past the window as Flael laid motionless in his warm bed. His blue eyes opened from under a pillow and surveyed his mess of a room. Seeming as if a disaster had recently occurred Flael knew his mother would have chastising words to say about it.

Groaning in the muffled covers Flael pulled the pillow from his head causing his dark blonde hair to emerge. Lifting his head Flael stretched his neck. He squinted at the sun as rays of light hit his recently unaccustomed eyes. Now he stretched both his arms extending them outward and made a gurgling sound with his mouth still closed. Pushing himself from the mattress he rolled over and hopped from the bed planting his feet to the cold floor. Turning he walked to the window and gazed through.

The newly formed Uzumahagakure also known as the Whirlpool Village materialized in his view. Not changed much from being the Leaf Village almost everything was the same. The old Hokage Mansion was still in the same place although its color changed from red to now blue. The 44th Battle Training Zone, also known as the "Forest of Death", stood in it's exact same place as before. Lastly the giant mountain overlooking the village still stood. The cracks that occurred during the invasion of sand and sound ninjas had been filled sometime ago. All in all it looked like its former self except for the fact from having five protruding faces to now acquiring 6. The last face on the right looked much like the fourth one before it although this face's spiky hair was shorter, and there were three marks on each cheek of this face. The marks look liked whiskers.

"Flael", he heard his mom shout beyond the door, "hurry or you're going to be late."

"Alright mom", he said sighing as he lengthened the syllables.

Flael walked from his room to another and opened the door. Jumping into his family's miniature hot spring he cleansed himself of the sweat from the covers and breathed in the hot, and stuffy air which fully cleared his nostrils. He climbed out of the hot water, grabbed his towel, rapped it around the lower half of himself and went back to his room. After closing the door he applied lotion to himself then dressed. Now dressed in a blue hooded sweater with white stripes running down both sleeves, a black t-shirt under, ordinary black ninja pants with his ankles wrapped in white cloth, and the usual black ninja boots. Last he grabbed his forehead protector and rapped it around his head.

Before leaving his room Flael picked up a lone katana that lie in a corner. The sheath was a polished black, and the hilt was white, an imprinted dragon curved around the sheath. His mother had given it to him from his father about a year ago on his tenth birthday, now it was apart of him. Time to go.

Flael walked downstairs and peered at his sister cooking. Her darker hair was tied in a pony-tail and she wore an apron around her waist. He positioned himself with his back against the wall and silently strafed to the doorway of the kitchen. His sister Sagome' turned to the sink and turned on the water and stood there.

"Ok I gotta chance now…", Flael thought to himself. He crouched then slowly crept past the door. "Made It."

"You know you should really give up being a ninja. With those skills you're gona get yourself killed…" He heard her from the kitchen.

Flael sighed and continued out the door, once again he had failed…

Out the door Flael turned right and walked down the street. The air was warm and he smelled moist grass. Walking past a couple more houses he made another right. He stopped at a large polished black stone. A metal plate laid at the bottom of the stone and engraved on it read: Memorial Site of Our Beloved Fallen Comrades. Flael looked at the list of names, the ninjas who'd given their lives for what the world was now moving to. There were many, some of which he new from recently reading about them like Hiashi Hyuga, Shibi Aburame, Raido Namiashi, Ibiki Morino, and the last he recognized was Itachi Uchiha, one of his favorites. He finally came across the name he was looking for, Dokudame Renzagi, his father.

Flael stood for a while, simply staring at his father's name. Considered dead on a mission during the war Dokudame was a great ninja and caring man. During the beginning of the war Dokudame and his pregnant wife along with many others led by Kushina Uzumaki had been found by her son and brought back to the village. A ninja in his own right he decided to join the military and fight for his new home. They were the last remnants of the old Whirlpool Country. The country in which the newly established Uzukage was striving to re-erect. Only 3 years in their new home Dokudame vanished one day during a mission. He was missed greatly.

Leaving the memorial site Flael walked slowly with his head down and both hands in his pockets. He continued past several more houses. The wind blew behind him and shut his eyes. He breathed in deeply. Continuing his pace Flael counted down from five in his head. At two he lifted his head and at one he turned around.

Quickly pulling a kunai from his sack he guarded against another aimed for his neck. Flael opened his eyes to his assailant. It was being held by a green eyed, dark haired girl. Her eyes were fierce and her hair was long.

"Ninjas shouldn't wear perfume. The wind likes to give them away", he said with a smile.

The girl let her defense down and summoned her kunai away. "I did that purposely to see how keen your nose was", she retorted back. "I just want my enemy's to smell something …heavenly before they come into combat with the strongest kunoichi.

"You mean self-proclaimed strongest kunoichi", Flael responded mockingly. "Anyways Miko, we gotta hurry if we're gona' get Nyke. I don't wanna' be late for our first day as genin."