Saya was always very spiritual, very old fashioned and very bright. She had come from a prestigious family in Kansai, and being well connected to the royal family was what enabled her to acquire her current job. Deputy Chief of the Military Police. She took pride in what she did, even when the jobs were not all that clean or moral. She had learned a long time ago not to question the higher powers, to merely realize that right and wrong had no definitive separation, that all was a matter of society and perspective. She was not a cold woman by any means, merely professional. And her duty was to serve her master, the head of the Military Police.

Boots hit the trench as Saya and her squad positioned themselves inside their newly dug positions just outside Kumo's west wall. She and the rest, all six, had been hand picked by her own master—Each the crème of the crop in training and tested in combat. Each, waiting for their master's signal.

Each prepared, disciplined enough to die for their cause.

Suddenly, a beautiful green light shot from the ground. It's smoky trail stretched on and on, trying to keep up with it's illuminated head. The flare almost reached the clouds as it illuminated the ground below in a green, fluorescent glow.

The Kumo guards that Saya had been observing to patrol the west wall stopped. They had observed the green light, thinking it was part of some jutsu or training excersize. Kumo had gotten lax in the few years of peace it had enjoyed, their ninja fat and kind.

She threw a grenade at the befudled guards, still trying to decipher the origin and meaning of the bright green light. It rolled, it's smoothe surface allowing it to seamlessly glide on the cobblestone that led into the city.

They spotted the round object but did not react in time as a viscous roar broke the silent green light of the night. The first guard had been blown in half from the waist—the other was on the floor, nose and eyes bleeding profusely. His sinus cavity had blown up it seemed.

Saya looked at her squad one last time while her grenade went off, their green glowing facemasks making them easily identifiable from foe.

'Operation Cloud Coverage…begin…' She thought as she made the hand signals for the rest of her squad. Each, in turn, took out their own flare guns and pointed them up into the air. A mass of red lights rose to the heavens, the signal to begin.

A roar of battlecries alerted the village of their imminent attack. Saya saw five chuunin approach out of the corner of her eye. She signaled to Yoshiro to continue his coverage on the wall.

He nodded, beginning to deploy a mount for his weapon.

Saya cocked the hammers of her own smaller firearms, preferring two pistols to the standard rifle of the military police.

Her mask's tracking sensors detected seven body heat signatures in the area but only two were visible. She opened fire on the incoming chuunin. The lead bullets grazing their ranks as each shinobi vainly tried to escape the high velocity rounds.

Two of them could not keep up with the rate of fire, now sporting exit wounds through center mass. Both dropped to the ground, life fluid slowly oozing out. The remaining shinobi stretched out to the sides and launched their own projectile volley, however slower it may have been.

Saya could distinctly hear the sound of Yumo's mini-gun warm up and a literal river of hot metal flew to its targets on the walls.

"DIE DIE DIE!" He screamed. His hate, unquenchable.

Saya narrowed her eyes as she turned and dove, escaping the kunai by hairs breadth. Hitting the floor roughly, she kept firing. She knew the closer they got, the harder it would be for them to dodge. They knew that too.

But they had not counted on Fushu's modified rifle. From over two kilometers he sat in his perch, overlooking almost all of Kumo. The two were dead before they even sensed any threat, before they hit the ground, the backs of their heads blown off. It was only two seconds later that the gunshot was even heard, such was the great distance the bullet had traversed.

'Live by the sword, die by my bullet. Shinobi are nothing.' He thought as he silently bolted another round

In to his rifle and began prioritizing targets again. His wrath insatiable.

She turned to regard Yomu and his targets, a wall that barely stood and a good amount of dead shinobi. She pressed two fingers to the earpiece behind her mask.

"Do it, Omoi."

Suddenly, a massive explosion rocked the walls just beyond, shaking the soil and crumbling shacks, it engulfed countless civilians and shinobi alike within the city center.

Omoi, the Military Police's finest explosives specialist dashed out of the flames that now served as an organic barrier to replace the crumbled wall. Flames licking at his heels, he ran towards the ditch.

Running, he thought, was not suited for him. His demeanor, an ever present sloth.

Now it was Cena's part. Saya never really trusted Cena, even though she was one of the only other female soldiers of the Military Police. Assassins were hard to trust, after all.

She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned, regarding Cena with her knives out and a bloody sack in her left hand.

"Its done" she whispered in a sultry tone to Saya's ear. The hairs on the back of her neck rose as Saya turned away. She much rather preferred the sound of gunfire to Cena's sultry words and the smell of gun powder to her sweet, heavily perfumed scent.

She could see several heat signitures now, moving towards her rapidly. They were almost within rifle range. This was the moment they had trained for as over a hundred heat signitures began buzzing with the likeness of angry wasps.

"This it it. " she repeated.

Suddenly the air around the city changed. There was a deafening crack and a light brighter than the sun. The vicous sound blowing out all of the glass inside the city, the light blinding most. They desperately tried to clear their vision, to regain balance. Some Kumo Shinobi came to realize their eardrums had ruptured in the wake of the blast, some came to realize that the temporary blindness had landed them a one way ticket to the after-life. Yet the frightened many stood and staired up, searching the horizons for a new fiery glow. When they could not find any, some looked up.

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"How are the advanced guard dealing with the disturbance on the west wall?" The old man spoke in his office, slowly walking out the door and into a glass hallway. Obscured in darkness and illuminated by the moon at the same time, a KUMO ninja rose from the side of the glass pane in the hallway, his form seemingly emerging as if from water, defying substance and physical law.

"We lost contact with them exactly one minute ago. Four full teams of Jounin have been dispatched, my Lord." He spoke without tone or flexion.

Seconds later, an explosion rocked the very foundations of the old Raikage's village. He turned to regard the fiery explosion and subsequent glowing flames towards the west. He was nearing the end of the hallway when he spoke to the Kumo ninja once more.

"Declare a state of emergency. Recall all active shinobi from duty and sound the alarms throughout the city. Get them to the west wall immediately. Get the civilians into the shelters first. "

Without word, without fail, without noise of any kind, the Kumo ninja turned his head to regard the old kage and melted back into the nether from wence he came. Seamingly, to carry out his orders.

It would be the last time anyone would have seen the old man, as the scent of heavy perfume filled his olfactory sense. He opened the door and identified the perfume, but not the woman who wore it. It smelled of his first wife. Of dew in spring, right before the start of summer's rainy season. The woman, however, was young. In her twenties, holding a shining piece of metal and brown empty sack. But he could not tear his gaze nor attention away from her green eyes, covered partly by long lashes.

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Naruto walked through a metal hallway. The segments illuminating the windowless hull along his footfalls as Hanoi followed diligently.

"The cockpit should be just ahead. From there, Omega's full potential can be accessed. To include it's main arsenal." Hanoi said with a diligent smile on his face and a clipboard in his hand.

"Excellent. So we have located the alpha weapons and Omega is now in our grasp. Operation Cloud Coverage should now be under way. Shall we test the true weapon of fate?" Naruto half-asked half-stated as both travellers came to a halt in front of a large metal door.

"Authenticate" A female voice sounded from a speaker above the door. A red orb slowly glowing to life after centuries of dormancy.

Hanoi handed Naruto his clipboard, from which he read…

"Authenifacation code TeU906, Classification 1609A. Engage subroutine protocol Debug, shift control to manual."

The glowing orb took Naruto's voive, scanned his form and accepted his commands. Responding…

"Authentifcation accepted. Manual override engaged. Fourty seconds until Orbital Break."

He moved forward as the doors slid open horizontally and the full view of Omega was shown. The cockpit painting a brutally real picture of their position in orbit, far above the frozen North and the elemental Countries.

He stopped to regard the single control console in the room, in front of a very simple, yet elegant, metal and leather chair. He sat down as numerous clamps and mechanical devices attached themselves to Naruto's form. Tiny mechanical petals and gears coated his likeness as the final piece was attached, a metal helmet and visor which displayed to its user a four dimensional 360 degree view of the Hull, interior, and exterior feeds through high definition cameras and targeting systems.

He tensed his muscles and the ship creaked, the engines ignited, the view began to rotate. No longer in orbital equilibrium, Omega's thrusters cracked to life once more, pointing the ship at a straight line onto the piece of rock it observed but had not touched for millennia.

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Kumo Ninja were dying. Dieing by the dozens, Hona noticed. Her friends, her family. She had already had to bury a great deal of them, but now.

Now she would be digging graves for weeks.

Bodies litered the once foggy streets of Kumo. As every cloud that had ever fallen on the village, for which it is famous and was named for, are the bodies outweighed. But only then because she knew the clouds would always come, and the bodies would at some point stop being produced.

Strange weapons, stranger armor and tactics the enemy possessed. They were all sent to the Western Wall to fight off the invaders of unknown origin. Yet when they arrived, no longer were there any evidence of the enemies save for the strange killing wounds on her earlier comrades. She had never seen such wounds. When they decided to split up, to secure the rest of the village sector by sector. That was a mistake.

They were in the streets, hiding in shops and homs, everywhere, luring all they could into explosive ambushes. Luring them into positions from which their strange weapons made short sport of them.

The loud cracks sounded and then disappeared, the flames they released banishing themselves and manifesting in a burning Kumo as fires spread. Dancing and weaving their molten trails through the city, great fiery scars running along it's face.

The sons and daughters of many had already perished, and so precious few remained. Civilians, ninja, they were the same to the enemy. All fair sport. Their glowing eyes a wraithlike presence on the both of them.

She gathered what kunai she could off of her dead counterpart before her. Her own squad had fallen prey to an ambush. Communications were down with the squad behind her, apparently fairing similarly to herself. She knew immediately this time to run when the metal sphere bounced along the road next to her.

Diving into a nearby shop, she saw the first few seconds of the explosion, narrowly avoiding a piece of metal shrapnel from hitting her abdomen. The fiery shard igniting the wooden shop walls. Thinking quickly, she called out.

"Futon: Slicing Wind!"

As she stretched her gleaming sword upwards, it struck the roof of the shop and split a perfect circular hole from its surroundings. Following her technique, she leapt straight up and burst through the now burning roof, fiery splinters following her leap towards the foggy night.

She saw the enemy and launched a volley of Kunai towards the two exposed ones. She heard her projectiles hit, but saw that the enemy was still standing. The kunai stuck into their vitals, or bouncing off a metal helmet and face mask. The kunai that did stick seemed to only shallowly cut, their armor apparently thicker than it seemed.

"Roof! Nine O' Clock High!" She heard one of her victims scream as she heard one of them take a knee and begin whispering things into his helmet. Jumping back to create some space between them, she started tying explosive notes.

'If Kumo is to burn anyway, I might as well take them with me!' She thought. She never had the chance to act though.

Some of her first last thought were why blood was gushing from her neck, was why she was only now beginning to hear the crack of enemy weapons, of why she couldn't talk and simply fell to the floor, watching her own explosive tags and kunai clatter.

She heard, in the final throws of death that would come in minutes, if not sooner…

"They say confirmed kill sir. All units are reporting minimal casualties and the battles towards the west are dieing do…" He suddenly stopped talking, Hona observed in silent horror as the very sky seemed to glow red, the clouds lighting on fire. She accepted her death was imminent, that her mortal life was coming to an end. She did not wish, however, for the world to come to an end as well. She kept observing the sky, listening to those whom had taken everything from her.

"Sir, we have been ordered to make a full retreat toward the extraction points. Double time. CentCom sais Big Boss is about to make his appearance."

She could not note, however, that he was pointing up the whole time.

She saw the red clouds part, however, making the fire behind the clouds visible. Had the enemy called on a god to obliterate them? Was this some sort of divine retribution for living the life all ninja did? Was the apocalypse just this, the fire of heaven raining down upon all of creation?

But no, the flaming mass seemed to no longer fall, though the smoldering mass was almost a bright as the dawn sun.

It's flames started to die down, the hovering object's scale was fully understood then.

It was as long as Kumo was wide, and almost three blocks thick. The fires drove themselves away as the now identified metal floating ship simply waited.

She noted how it seemed to have many polygonal shapes, yet no curves. It seemed to look like a sword from below, two small metal hunks on the thicker side of it. Even what looked to be a hilt. Then the fires died down completely, allowing the dark figure to loom as another booming sound was heard.

She tried to scream for help at that point, still finding her life blood spilling out, unable to move or scream or even think properly. Still, she could do nothing but watch.

Hanoi whispered to the metal clad form of Naruto while removing his earpiece.

"All of our forces have safely evacuated to their designated extraction zones. We are free to fire on the city."

Naruto smiled sadly.

"Safeties off" His voice sounded.

"Safeties disengaged" Omega responded.

Part of Naruto's metal helmet and visor retracted, exposing the left side of his face.

"This deserves some music. Something that no one has heard in thousands of years, doesn't it?" He asked.

"That's for you to decide. A scientist never intervenes, after-all." Hanoi said, smiling.

Naruto selected a random piece stored in the ship's memory.

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Hona heard the sound of a microphone coming from the ship. A light static at first, but she could distinctly hear the tell-tale sound of a volume enhancing device.

"I will show you mercy, so that you may live." The voice clearly heard.

And then silence for a few moments as parts of the ship began to move. Small arms sprouting from the sides and bottom.

A countless many folds opened up near its wings and the massive number of metal arms began to rotate and buzz. And then she heard a beautiful voice over the buzz, through the initial sound system.

She couldn't understand the woman, couldn't even find rhyme or rhythm of the woman's voice at first.

Then the streams of light shooting from the arms, the smoking trails and screeches of the fold expelling a innumerable amount of projecticles, each as large or larger than she. Like hornets they flew, in between the broken streams of glowing light the arms shot.

She could only here the voice then, but even looking up, all around her periphery she noted the destruction that followed.

She cried silently, tears rolling down her unblinking eyes, as instrumentals were introduced, and a second woman joined the fray.

And suddenly the destruction of her village was almost sadly beautiful.

The highs and lows almost perfectly synced with her home town's destruction. Fiery pillars and screams in the background. She cried more and more, her tears blurring her vision of the ship above her as she noticed the insignia on the bottom of it. The red moth and a sad and smiling face on its wings, crudely drawn.

What beautiful, sad destruction, she cried.

And she knew no more as the song came to an end, surely the next life would be kinder to her soul. Surely whatever god had come to claim her life would allow her peace.

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"It was a beautiful piece. What was it called?" For once Hanoi was not smiling.

Naruto, his left eye stopping to produce his blinding signature light, was on its original blue. He tilted his head to regard the continuing destruction of the village before him.

""Duettino - Sull'aria, from opera Le nozze di Figaro."

He spoke as a solemn tear rolled down his cheek from the corner of his eye, and the metal coat around him receeded back into the chair.

He slowly got up, his eyes closed, and walked to the side of the massive cockpit.

The guns stopped firing as his eyes began to glow once more.

He spoke again as he leaned on the glass.

"Engage protocol Cleansing Fire."

"Cleansing Fire subroutine activated. Initiating countdown. 10…9…"

"There is no turning back after this.." Hanoi whispered "…Are you sure this is what she would have wanted, Naruto?"

"6...5…"

"It may not be how she wanted it…" He replied slowly.

"3…2…"

"But this is the only way I know how to…

"1…"

"Akina…" He spoke then, more to himself than to Hanoi.

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Saya, loading supplies onto the boats they used to bypass Kumo advanced guard, was also noticing the influx of comrades to their extraction zone. They had all witnessed Kumo's fate and "Big Boss", Naruto's code name for the operation, unleash all hell with their newest weapon.

She knew from Naruto herself that the biggest bang and best strategic advantage of the weapon would be last though. She was not incorrect as a circular pattern on the ship began to glow and rotate at the bottom. Glowing whiter and brighter, the weapon hit its zenith at a blinding ray. Suddenly gale force winds and an even intenser flash hit Saya and all of the Military police. She could squint through it though, and observed the utter destruction of Kumo. Whomever was left alive in that city were surely dead now. The explosive cloud of fire rose even higher than her master's ship. Not after two full mintues did the explosion begin to die down. However, the metal tubes that shot out of Omega did not wait.

They stretched for kilometers in random directions. But Saya saw the pattern. They were headed for all the extraction points.

They hit the ground, going through them, boring through rock as screeching and trembling were observed. They retracted as quickly as they came, the giant tubes seemingly melting into the empty hangar of Omega located at the sword's tip. Then, surprisingly, smaller, personnel sized tubes shot from the ground. Out stepped someone who she did not expect. Hanoi was almost never seen outside a lab, after-all.

After the marrying of the research and development and military police departments, however, such an appearance was not too shocking.

'"These are Omega's most strategic advantages… " he bgean.

"…These tube carriers with spring fourth from Omega's hangar, carrying expandable bunkers and shoving them over one hundred feet down. They are able to hold more than two hundred each, and include an array of advanced weapons, vehicles, and best of all, an unbreachable, undetectable fortress that can put soldiers anywhere on the ground within a two mile radius of the bunker itself."

They all smiled then, just like Hanoi always smiled.

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"My Lord" Saya said as she and her elite team bowed before Naruto's form in the cockpit.

He went to business as usual. He always did ignore his own accomplishments too much, Saya thought.

"You and your team are to take this ship and deliver it the the predesignated coordinates found on Omega's navigation computer. Once there, you will await for further instructions from me. No communication is allowed for this duration. Understood?"

"Yes Naruto-Sama!" They all responded.

Naruto turned and walked to the front of the cockpit, looking and the crater that used to be Kumo. He closed his eyes.

'I need to make an appearance in Konoha soon…' He thought '…the gears have already been set in motion once more.'

He turned and walked past his still kneeling subjects.

"Do not fail me."

He spoke, but a whisper was heard by all.

'Yes, soon the end will come…Akina…'