Prologue, part 2

Surviving a war is not a simple task. Especially when you're a primary target. Jinchuriki of all kinds fell to the hands of Akatsuki. Ichibi, Nibi, Sanbi, Yonbi, Rokubi, Shichibi, Hachibi: they all fell, one by one, to the wrath of the god. The god whom was represented in six beings. All of them shared one thing common. It was believed He was the only descendant. The only living one. The grand master and master-mind behind chakra. He discovered it, that's what was said. Little did they know all He was was a boy. A frightened, little Rain-nin by the Nagato. He had no last name. People were forced to ally with Him. Why? No one quite understood. No one wanted to die. It's a wonder how He hadn't managed to destroy an entire continent.

Kyuubi.

Yes, that was how. It all ended. The space-time continuum was His plaything, and yet, He suffered all of the world's hate and devastation through the eyes of one. One boy who had the courage to stand up against Him. That's how the legend was told. However, they had forgotten about one other. This is his tale.

A lush, green forest surrounded them. It closed in on the group of Rain-nin. However, the Rain-nin knew their way through a forest. They followed the water. That's right. They followed the water. It was a myth that Rain-nin, if trained well enough, could telepathically "speak" to water. Lakes, seas, oceans, ponds, even puddle of all sizes could be spoken to. Few could do it. Water-nin attempted to do this, but they could not. Only Rain-nin held this trait. The group of Rain-nin were on a mission of their own. They were to invade Iwagakure and assassinate the Tsuchikage. It was obvious this would be no simple feat. Therefore, a group of Amegakure's top Rain-nin were chosen to accomplish this task. A leader of the group was chosen as well. His black, unzippered jacket flapped in the wind, with its silver trim shining a dazzling light. A white t-shirt hid stolidly underneath. His white pants walked themselves forward with matching, white shoes pressing against the soft soil. His white, Rain-symbol forehead protector wrapped itself quietly around the forehead where it belonged. His spiked, purple-gray hair stood alert with white streaks throughout. His pale skin and icy blue eyes pierced the forest like another Ice Age.

He and his group reached a their stop upon arriving at a tall, dangerously heightened cliff. The leader's expression was still and calm. He observed the rocky wasteland below. It appeared clear, but appearances can be deceiving. He held up his left hand; signaling for his team to stop. They did so. The leader squinted his eyes as he attempted to see the edge of the city. He could see it. Most importantly and first, he had to keep his assassination squad alive. He bit the skin of his left thumb, causing it to bleed, and he kneeled down. He formed hand seals rapidly.

"Kuchiyose no Jutsu (Summoning Technique)!" He slammed his left hand down onto the hard, rock surface and a blood seal erupted out from his wound. Ice swept through the veins in the cliff and shot themselves down near the bottom level. The ice droplets twisted and morphed into wolves. Their throats rumbled and sniffed the air. The smell of Iwagakure stung their nostrils. The ice hounds barked wild and ran off into the valley. "Let's move out," the leader ordered, composing more hand seals.

Out from the ledge fired a thick, smooth blast of ice with the head of a snarling wolf. "Hyoton: Hyoinudan no Jutsu (Ice Release: Ice Wolf Missile Technique)!" The leader leapt onto the large, railing of ice and his fellow Rain-nin did the same. Chakra to their feet stabilized them; keeping them all from sliding. The single, snake-like, icy wolf slithered through the air, following the summoned, white wolves. Little did they know that the Rock-nin were well-aware of this attack. The guard surrounding the city stood prepared, awaiting orders to defend their city as if it were a fortress under siege. The closer and closer the assassins came, the more anxious the city guard became. One of them couldn't take it anymore. He wouldn't let the enemy intrude while they stood idly by to have their Tsuchikage dead. The soldier wished to protect, and so, he was doing his job. He clapped his hands together and slammed them down onto the concrete tower floor. The others gasped as the soldier disobeyed his commanding officers and struck.

A large stone pillar arose from underneath the ice missile that the assassins skidded along. The squad leader attempted to steer the wolf missile out of the way, but it was no good. The body crashed into the pillar straight through. It was broken. The ice fell several tens of stories and all but the leader survived. Direct hit. It was unknown whether or not any of his Rain-nin lived the fall. The leader, being lucky, had stood on the head. It spun in the air wildly, about to make its imminent crash landing. Thinking quickly, he established more hand seals and, upside-down in mid-air, he shot himself off of the sinking missile head only to ride on a newly constructed one. The single assassin and once the leader of a squad of ten fellow Rain-nin, launched an entire full-frontal assault on Iwagakure. It would be glassed. The reckless Rock-nin had screwed up. Big time.

"Hyoton," the leader cried out as he leaned down with his hand signs formed. He was nearly sitting at this point and the ice missile he was now riding upon sped up nearly triple, "Hyoinutakaru no Jutsu (Ice Release: Ice Wolf Swarm Technique)!" he finished with a roar. Nearly 20 or so ice missiles in the shapes of wolves sprouted out at an accelerating rate from the drought-infected terrain below. How was he able to form ice from an area that did not consist of nearly any water? The water of the forest was attracted to his chakra and zipped through the veins of earth and froze upon entering his presence, and therefore, creating a long, thick string of ice.

The frosted missiles shattered into Iwagakure's sheltering barricade. Stone exploded and crumbled into pieces from such an incredible force. It was similar to a bullet penetrating human flesh. The guards were now on the offensive, utilizing their earth techniques to create large, stone pillars, akin to that of the first. With every missile that the leader of the former assassination battalion had destroyed, he would instantaneously create a new one in its place. He still attempted to complete his objective: to kill the Tsuchikage. These chumps weren't going to stop a soldier such as himself.

He was close now. All he had to do was search for an opening. Most were too small, and he didn't have enough time to form more missiles to breach the barricade. He would have to jump. The captain brought himself into position to administer the jump, only to have a stone obelisk rise up to block his entry point. This is it, he thought, I'm going to have to break through the pillar and hopefully make it inside. He crouched down and leapt up, allowing his icy warhead to unleash itself upon the pedestal and managed to successfully grab onto the end of the beam and tunnel through. He was lucky. He had made it. The former leader assembled more hand signs and and turned as he fell down towards the city. He now faced the dome-like structure encasing the city and straightened a fist forward.

"Hyoton: Koka Hyojin (Ice Release: Concentrated Ice Spike)!" A elongating cone of braided ice enclosed around his forearm and launched itself rapidly, twisting around thinner and thinner still until the cone latched onto the barricade and hurdled the Rain captain out to the Tsuchikage building. It was recognizable as such because it was the tallest and it was the only building that had the kanji for "rock" printed large on its crest. Forcing the cone to bend upward, he didn't end up smashing into the crest. He released himself from the conoid, causing it to melt as soon as he did so, and accomplished a perfect landing at the summit; skidding to a halt as he did so.

He stood up and brushed himself clean. Strangely, he felt that something was there. Something behind him, peering through him as if it had x-ray vision. The chakra was intense and the pressure of it could nearly crush him. His eyes widened and he swept around and saw this thing for what it was. His target was confirmed. There was no denying that this was indeed the Tsuchikage. The same Tsuchikage that had led the attack on the Rain Country and had wishes of wiping it off the face of the Earth. it would be his land. He was going to take it. This captain in front of him, only a few feet away, was the only thing that could stop his plans from taking action.

He was an older man; probably near his 40s. But, he had an over-confident look in his eyes. His name was Dokuro Ishi. He was the kind of guy that wanted to land the hurt on you like a ton of bricks. Dokuro was all about action. His brown cloak was hugged a white undershirt and was kept together snuggly by a black belt with a silver buckle around his waist. He wore a pair of gray sweatpants with long, fur boots that were tied up each with their own laces. An all-natural look with earthy colors. Fitting. His tanned skin, graying hair, short, itchy beard, and dark eyes were all just a number of features that looked good with his young wrinkles. As much as he looked like an elderly man, he certainly was muscular. Maybe he was on steroids.

"I heard that your entire squadron was knocked out by a single attack. My, that certainly is sad. It's sad that they couldn't all be here to witness the fall of a great and famous Jinchuriki such as yourself," the old man talked big, but he knew that there was no way he'd stand up to this Jinchuriki. His voice was extremely Irish. So Irish, he could've been faking it. "It's so lucky of me that I could have the honor of fighting you, laddie."

The Jinchuriki starred down Dokuro with his cold eyes. There was no fear. There was no anger. And yet, there was no calm. He gritted his dog teeth back and forth in his mouth. He stood up straight and on his guard. The lust for this old man's blood was all he needed. When you're at war, killing is as easy as breathing. However, he could help but smile at this man. He appreciated his will to fight, but his days were going to end if he didn't keep his mouth shut. The Rain-nin did not need to speak to show his feelings. He always believed, quite literally, that actions spoke louder than words. It wasn't often that you heard this Jinchuriki speak.

"Though, I suppose that if your squad was so weak as to die in a single blow from a rock, then I'm going to take a gander and say that you aren't much better. After all, a group is only as strong as their weakest link. If it was the case that you were all that weak, then you must be- Ack!" The Jinchuriki's hand was on Dokuro's throat in a flash. His thumb rubbed against the windpipe of his foe. he could've killed him there. But, he held back, if only for a little bit. The old man didn't deserve to be the Tsuchikage if he could be caught off-guard like this.

"I dare you to finish that sentence," the Jinchuriki growled ruthlessly. For a second, it seemed like it was already over. But, he was the one who was caught off-guard.

"-weak as well!" a voice behind him finished, clapping its hands. The Jinchuriki's eyes widened and he slowly turned his head around. At first, he could've believed that this was either Dokuro or a rock clone. But, it was neither. "That was good! If only you had planned out the fact that there isn't one Dokuro Ishi."

"There's two," the first Dokuro, whom he was choking, continued for his doppelganger twin. He grabbed the Jinchuriki's arm the clenched his throat and forcefully released the hand's grip on him. Once this was done, he threw him into a barred fence nearby. "I may be Dokuro, but this is my twin brother, Hone Ishi. You've been fooled, kid!" The two twins laughed horridly. One Irish accent was enough, but two?

"If you want to assassinate one of us-" Hone began, sliding over to his brother and turned so he was back-to-back with him.

"-you'll have to do us both!" Dokuro ended, and the two brothers chuckled again. This hadn't been part of the plan. Two Tsuchikages? Who ever heard of that? Why had Kagayaku looked into this? It was no matter. This would be difficult, but unless they had a triplet, he wouldn't be had again. The Jinchuriki slowly, but steadily brought himself back up to his feet.

"So, you think you're being funny? Well..." A cold wind began to blow strongly throughout the vicinity. The brothers each raised an eyebrow. They had not a clue what was going on. Just as the former captain didn't know there were two Tsuchikage brothers, they had not a clue what a Jinchuriki exactly was. What a blow to the face this was going to be. The twins began to mutter things to themselves, wondering what exactly was going on and why it had suddenly gotten so cold. They were clueless. "You two assholes crying like a bunch of shit-heads is gonna crack me up just fine!" he roared, his eyes now glowing. Darkness began to close in sooner than expected.