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Chapter 12: Poisonous Droplets


"Get back in the fight."

-John 117


IN MEMORY OF FREEDOM GUARD

A brilliant writer

A visionary

A friend

RIP


John blinked his eyes as he scraped his palm against the side of a moist monstrous stone. He needed more firepower.

Licking his lips in anticipation he looked down at his TAC/PAD and pressed a few buttons to call for a weapons drop. After a loading bar appeared along with a few splatters of raindrops the screen instantly blinked red a few times in denial.

No Signal.

The signal wasn't able to patch through the storm and John was left without any type of aerial support against Hanzō. He was only left with his current ammunition that was dwindling, and one psychotic war general who had his full attention set on him now. If he hurried he could make it back to the Pelican for more ammo. But in order to do that he would need time to get there and make sure Hanzō didn't try to escape... then again-

"DANCE OF THE SICKLE BLADE: FALLING DECENT!"

He didn't take Hanzō as the running type.

John instantly zoomed from his current spot he took refuge in by rolling forward. The stone that was easily the size of a house, exploded in a hail of rocks that went flying in every direction from Hanzō's chain sickle.

Hanzō pulled back his chain, noticing there wasn't any blood on it. He frowned at this. The Spartan was proving to be more organized than he thought. No matter though.

The Master chief rolled across the soaked stone before grasping his fallen assault rifle. He looked behind him through the rain and saw Hanzō's motion get captured in his scanner.

He looked through the guns clear reticle and began discharging several rounds at Hanzō's form, who speedily evaded them by just inches apart. He moved so fast that he was just a blur in the rain- nearly becoming a less than the speed of whisper. John slowly got up while aiming his MA5C rifle forward and taking a few large step towards another stone. Nothing came up on his motion scanner, but he knew Hanzō would come back. Angrier than before even.

Almost like a wrecking ball at a untouched door, John felt everything on his back become so heavy instantaneously that he slammed face first into the stone, smashing it like glass and tossing stones over to the side in puddles causing a collection of long splashes.

John pulled himself out of the stones and heard the blaring ring of his suits armored shields flare. He nearly lost a good portion of his shields and he would have to be more careful from this point forward.

John hastily rolled to the side in cover and caught sight of the dark chain being dragged toward an undisclosed location. Out of pure quickness, John sharpened his vision which caused his HUD to automatically pinpoint the chain's links more accurately. Raising his rifle forward he fired two shots at the chains links, causing the metal holding it together to snap under the bullets hollow tips.

Hanzō pulled the chain to him and examined it. It was a clean hit that cut right through the metal. He would have to remember to inspect that weapon the spartan used once this battle was over. Then again maybe it was some sort of sealing technique that could send projectiles out at near blinding speed. Sealing techniques were not one of his specialties but he knew how to preform them. But the speed and accuracy were pin point. All the same though, it was a very error-free hit.

"Good..." he began while secretly doing hand signs behind his back, creating a duplicate behind the Master Chief who was about to shoot Hanzō.

"But NOT ENOUGH!" The duplicate struck behind John as he ducked a swipe at the back of his head. He swiped his leg underneath the clone which caused it to fall before John slammed a fist in it's stomach.

The clone smashed in the stone with a great deal of force that caused a web of cracks to appear before it detonated in a puff of purple gas. He turned his helmet and pointed Hanzō who mocked him. Wherever he stood that is.

"A true shinobi must never show any weakness." He then leaped over the master chief who took numerous shots at him but missed each one. Hanzō landed behind him before aiming a palm strike in the center of his back. Hanzō surged his hand forward and slammed it but regretted it as he yanked it back and bit back a growl.

John turned around after feeling the semi powerful strike and wrapped an arm around the neck of Hanzō who was distracted. Hanzō kicked to the side in the spartans ribs but this action didn't stop him, in fact it did more damage to Hanzō himself.

John kept Hanzō's arm locked outward and launched a knee in the generals stomach, making him fly back on the ground in a heap. Hanzō quickly rolled back into a solid fighting stance before reaching behind him.

John caught this as a surprise attack and leveled the rifle forward and shot at Hanzō, but missed when Hanzō dodged the rounds and threw a collection of small round objects at him. John jumped back as a multitude of smoke bombs detonated when the belligerent general had tried to stun him.

He surged through the smoke like a cannon and began firing at Hanzō's form, who threw his sickle at John with amazing precision and spot on accuracy. To the normal naked eye it moved at near blinding speeds- to the Master Chief's though, his unshakeable eye, it didn't. In fact he could make out the detail of the dark bladed weapon as it came towards him. His brain reacted quickly as a reflex with his hand flying up and letting the dark chain wrap around his wrist.

John's sturdy fingers gripped the chain and tore it free from Hanzō while pointing the gun at the general. "Stop this."

"Talking in a fight, pointless." Hanzō murmured loud enough for John to hear. "You trying to stop me, futile." He walked forward slowly. "Your death, inevitable."

The chain suddenly exploded into smoke, disappearing in John's hands. He looked down to see what he held onto and blanched when he saw it was a paper bomb. Flinging it as hard as he could in the opposite direction to keep it from detonating in his hands, he raced forward to Hanzō and threw a haymaker, but Hanzō predicted this as he brushed off the punch by sidestepping it. What he didn't predict was the 7 foot tall man dropping his gun and replacing it with a knife that nearly caught Hanzō in the stomach if he hadn't swiped at the Master chief's wrist.

The Master chief clashed the combat blade against the sickle, and was about to shoot Hanzō with his assault rifle, only to realize he didn't have his gun in his hand. The Master Chief dodged an uppercut and ducked underneath a kick from Hanzō while ripping his sickle from his hands again.

The master chief gripped both ends of it before snapping it into two and breaking' the chain in half with relative ease.

Hanzō only shook his head at this. "I praise you for disarming me again, but taking a shinobi's weapon does not slow them down. It'll only make your demise more painful." From reports, the spartan was claimed to have near light speed reflexes and could dodge any type of weapon hurled at him, be it kunai, bombs, shuriken, jutsu's, anything. Although many, if not all bladed weapons, were practically useless, they would just simply bounce off of him. Not leaving a single mark. This was thanks to the mysterious strong green armor that could never be scratched or dented.

Not until today, that is when Hanzō left a pretty deep gash on the center front piece of the Master Chief's armor.

Hanzō leaned his head to the side when the Master chief tried to punch him. Haznō jumped back onto the top of a rock, away from the armored man and begun to devise a plan.

The spartan was crafty, he'd give him the benefit of the doubt on that. But he wasn't invincible. No one was. He'd crack the spartan's armor like an egg and squish whoever was inside like a bug.

The Master Chief ran to the rock before jumping up like a grasshopper in full bound. He brought both fists up behind his head while clenching them together, before bringing them down on top of Hanzō who sped out of the way. The top of the rock shattered into thousands of shards that pelted anything in every direction.

John pressed his feet down and backflipped off the rock before taking his fallen weapon off the ground. He picked up the pistol by it's a grip looked for Hanzō on his scanner. Looking to the left in the rain he saw a shadowy form that looked like Hanzō.

He pointed the assault rifle at Hanzō who suddenly did a series of handsigns and yelled. "POISONOUS BREATH!" He ripped the damaged mask off his face and puffed his chest out, before spewing a large purple cloud at John. He only performed this task when met with people weaker than he was. Since this man was displaying no ninjutsu, or even a simple genjutsu against him, this meant that Hanzō could take advantage of that.

The horrid noxious gas spread around like a snake coiling around it's prey, except this would have killed anyone who took a very small breath. Although it wouldn't hurt John. He looked around through his HUD's enhanced vision, but sighed in frustration from the increasing disadvantage he was at. Hanzō was proving to be more than a challenge, more than he had anticipated. He needed to pinpoint a weakness that he could exploit while trying to distract him at the same time.

As he peered around the corner of one stone, he noticed there was scratch marks on it before seeing a dead Konoha shinobi at his feet. Observing the corpse, he noted there was something bulging in the front pocket. Ignoring it, he turned to his left to see something on his HUD's tracker.

Hanzō observed the spartan who seem unaffected by the the poison. He was impressed by this but left wondering how the spartan was able to do this. Maybe he wasn't a man to begin with and didn't need to breathe. Hanzō jumped back when he saw the spartan rush right towards his hiding spot. Almost as if he knew he was there already.

The time was right.

Raising a hand sign, Hanzō whispered "Ignite." loud enough for the Master chief to hear.

Chief looked at his scanner and saw Hanzō was a few feet away before vanishing again.

Almost like being under the rockets of a shuttle taking off, John was instantly surrounded by a monumental explosion that shook the earth he stood on. He almost lost his footing and became blinded by the intense rays of lights.

He suddenly felt his stomach get smashed inward. Then felt a strike at the back of his head. Then an uppercut below the jaw. The hits kept coming, furiously even.

Hanzō breathed deeply as he forced the earth jutsu to strike the man on all sides. Head, shoulders, arms, legs, torso, anywhere visible. But the rocks were turning into dust when they hit him. He needed to strike this man harder on the already opening that he had created.

John rolled forward, trying to brush off the strikes but was getting no where as he felt the ground shake again. He saw Hanzō's presence approach him from the left rather quickly. John turned his head and raised an arm to block a chop from Hanzō and responded by moving forward and throwing a fake punch which Hanzō dodged it, and moved his head back to avoid an uppercut by the orange eyed demon.

John threw more punches relentlessly, this time though he managed to land a few hit's. When the first hit made contact it caught Hanzō completely off guard, it felt like he had been mowed down by a pack of bulls on fire. The master chief's fists began to come in a shower of strikes, battering Hanzō in his midsection. After three of the monumental punches he had to jump back just to escape the blows.

Hanzō stomach was inflamed with a raw aching agony that made him cough roughly. The spartan nearly trapped him there.

In a fit of coughs he didn't see the spartan charge him again, appearing out of nowhere in a blur. Hanzō kept evading each one until he had enough and slapped a palm against John's helmet. "Die." He breathed out as he exploded in a puff of smoke.

John heard something hissing on the top of his head and it sounded like a explosive tag. Quickly sticking his hand under the soaked paper and crumpling it, he sprinted just a few feet before everything behind him screamed in a fury of chaos. The flames touched his back and behind his arms, just barely consuming his helmet in the blaze.

He stopped when he felt a shift below him and saw the ground was splitting open. Looking on his tracer, he saw his assault rifle was 73 yards toward the opposite direction. He looked back at Hanzō; seeing the man stand like a statue as the rain rushed down his form; before running in a sprint.

The master chief knew if he stood still he would get caught in a jutsu, but running away wasn't going to get anything. He bit under his breath and sprinted towards Hanzō who yelled. "Earth style: Mud wall!"

A wall exploded from the ground, ripping through the stone and reaching high in the sky like a growing beanstalk. As the master chief was running toward the wall he weighed his options.

Through it or over it? Going through it might slow him down, giving Hanzō an opening. Over it could give him the opening. Deciding to go over it he pushed his legs down at the same time and flew right over the 26 foot wall like a shooting star... And right into a hole.

"Fire style: Annihilating Flame bombs!" The dark hole turned into a fire pit as the insides became incarnated in a monumental explosion with the flames flying out like a volcano. The flames screeched over the master chief's armor, engulfing him completely as he passed along through it. Hanzō stood afar, watching his jutsu with high interest.

The master chief exited the fire and came in contact with the ground before coming to a stop. Looking on his HUD's tracer he found Hanzō standing 40 feet away on top of yet another stone. He could travel very fast and at alarming speeds, he needed to make sure that he didn't escape.

Hanzō roared in anger. Nothing was working!

"Ibuse!" Hanzō shouted as the massive salamander while it watched John struggle to get up past the corpses littering the area. Ibuse's dark slimy tongue licked the roof of his mouth when seeing all of the fresh meat out in front of him. Once he was finished bidding his master's order it was going to be a lavish feast for him.

John looked over to the left and saw his assault lying on the ground getting soaked, just a few arms in length. So close to being back in his possession. However he begun hearing the salamander scamper towards him like a steam roller.

Pushing himself at neck breaking speeds, he rolled forward at the very last second instinctively, and grasped the assault rifles stock. Turning over on his stomach he began firing it at the enormous reptile that sat just a few meters apart from him. Half of the clips rounds managed to snag the salamander in the face, causing it to bleed even more and thrash back.

Ibuse leaped high into the air, almost at elevations John wished he could reach, before plummeting to the ground like a meteor. Slamming on the ground just a few feet away and causing enormous stones to split, Ibuse opened it's mouth wide, nearing the size of a warthog and giving John a very unearthly view of it's insides.

The master chief only had a second before he found himself inside the mouth of Ibuse who caught him faster than he could imagine. Inside the reptile's mouth there was no light, but he could make out every detail. He was neck deep in black saliva that sizzled when it came up to his ears and was glad he wasn't able to breathe this.

Moving was not going well since every time he tried to kick himself up he kept sloshing back and forth. Trying desperately to escape he didn't notice that he was beginning to slide back to the salamanders throat. he knew what was going to happen, and it wasn't good. Trying to escape through the salamanders lips was futile as he only felt himself go deeper and deeper down the salamanders throat.

His mind began to race, but he didn't let that cloud his judgment at he stuck both arms out with his legs pushing forward, lodging himself in the salamander's throat and trying to cease his movement.

The slipperiness and massive weight didn't help in his case as he proceeded to slip further down. looking down he could make out the bottom of the stomach, if he didn't escape the acid would more than likely dissolve him. Until he gained an idea of escaping. Looping his fingers at one of the grenades ring, he pulled the pin before snapping the grenade off and dropping it down in the salamanders stomach.

Hanzō looked at his summons before thinking. 'This demon was nothing. Only a skilled warrior could have lived to face me.'

What he didn't notice at first was that Ibuse began to groan. Hanzō looked up at his valued comrade before saying aloud. "Ibuse, what is wrong with you?" Ibuse was his left hand in battle, as a matter of fact without him his name would have just been subtracted to just Hanzō. This title wouldn't matter though, he could take on anyone or anything with or without him, in fact it had only been him to capture the salamander when he was but a young man.

If he could tame the deadliest summons in history, he could take on anything.

The salamander said nothing in return but made an inaudible groan as it began to slump back and expose it's pale stomach. Hanzō began thinking of what could have affected Ibuse and wondered maybe he had eaten something that didn't agree with him. Ibuse couldn't get sick so that was out of the question.

The spartan could have possibly attributed to this.

"BRRRRRRAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH-

BOOM

The inner walls of Ibuses' stomach surged forward before the flesh scaly ripped down the middle into two. A black liquid in the form of a wave splashed out of his stomach and onto the ground. The colossal reptile fell on it's side while roaring in agony, barely still alive at the moment from the grave wounds.

Ibuse was dying...

Hanzō looked at the gore before seeing something fly out of the summons stomach like a cannon of galloped muck.

The Master Chief, covered head to toe in thick muck stood there, but not caring in the slightest.

Hanzō clapped his hands in amusement. "Interesting. Never have I seen the predators prey escape from the pit of a stomach." He said, not really caring that his summons had just been disemboweled. He then reached for another sickle but John was quicker; rushing up to Hanzō he tried to grab the general, but Hanzō slipped out of his grasp and swung the sickle at John's neck, but felt the blade stop.

John twisted Hazōs arm and brought the man down to a crouch before putting a knees over the man's left shoulder, intending to snap it forward. Hanzō back flipped while slipping write through the chiefs knee and slamming a foot on the side Johns helmet.

Hanzō got back to his feet and spit a glob of purple saliva on the ground before it exploded in a massive fog.

John looked on his scanner and saw Hanzō blue to the left. Using the Promethean vision he searched through the thick gas. He took out his magnum and noted he was down to his last clip.

He'd have to make these few shots count.

"Why won't you die?" Hanzō asked as his dark voice rang to the left making John aim his weapon toward a dead tree stump in front of him. When John began moving he pressed a small button on his wrist that created a hologram of himself. He pointed the holograms beacon in front of the stump while he took cover in a ditch beside it. Pressing himself in the dirt, he hid silently. Waiting to get the upper hand.

He had seen Hanzō, or someone appear behind him about 13 meters. Moving quite slowly in fact. He could tell Hanzō hadn't seen him, but could more than likely see the hologram chief instead.

Just like that, he saw the blimp on his scanner appear slowly. He then saw it approach the hologram version of himself.

"You move with great valor. A worthy opponent..." Hanzō said. The sannin were one thing, being able to survive against him for as long as they did. The spartan however was just like he was described. Untouchable, untraceable, and unstoppable. Nothing seemed to faze him. Fire jutsu's, earth jutsu's, poison, explosive tags, or water didn't affect him. Not to mention he could someone see through Hanzō genjetsu's and find but exactly where he was.

However, from his analysis the spartan could be better if he didn't fight as vicious as he did. When the spartan fought he used all his energy, showing weakness and restraint in his abilities. Easily avoidable. That was his one flaw that he had taken advantage of. Just barely.

"But you are filled with rage, that rage will consume you." Hanzō accused while sneaking John. He moved his feet forward while staying at the soldier who didn't move from his spot. Hanzō continued. "What you are trying to accomplish will never work. The security of our nation won't allow it." He pulled the sickle's blade high above the hologram's head. "Now you must die."

As Hanzō came closer to the master chief who stood in the rain, he noticed the rain was passing right through him. Hanzō's eyes thinned a bit as he saw this. There was an effect of rain that once it landed on any part of you it would splatter. It didn't for John.

As Hanzō was distracted, John jumped up from his spot and through two things at once. Hanzō heard a splash below him and saw some type of ball attached to a rod sticking out of the dirt. In a matter of seconds everything lit up around him, making him take an evasive maneuver to the right, but waited and felt nothing.

When looking closer, he saw he was in some type of orb. Looking down he saw it was the staff that was in the dirt giving off the odd light show. When looking at the wall in front that shielded him from the rain, he wondered what he was in... until he heard a hissing at his feet. Glancing down at his sandals, particularly what he saw was another weird round object. Only this time it was a darkish green color with a single red light on the top corner.

Hanzō's eyes widened in shock at the objects noise, sounding like a bomb about to blow.

BOOOOM

The grenade that Chief through inside of the orb detonated.

John felt the vibrations of the grenades force rustle the ground around him. He watched as everything inside the bubble shield become incinerated in an instant. Flashes of orange mixed with yellow scattered in a flurry of misconception. The shield's main generator was struck full force, killing the power in an instant.

With the shields protective layer gone, the mesmerizing wall vanished in a moment. John looked on his scanner and saw nothing within the 120 meter radius. Quietly walking over to the smoldering ash from the explosion he scanned the area before he found... Nothing.

No body. Not even a piece of the generals flesh. When he looked closer down he saw a hole in the stone. Small, but enough to fit a body through.

John became very tense at this and thought. "He got away..."

That was until he heard a rumbling sound and saw something appear right below him on his HUD. John didn't know how he was able to dig so quickly but he shoved that thought aside. Speedily spinning in a circle with a knife in hand, he swung it with a backhand swing.

A loud 'ching' resonated with a lightning strike that neatly blinded chief with how close it came. Hanzō tried the best to hold off the chief with what was left with his sickle but found the man in front of him was stronger than he looked.

"Well played. I was wrong about you." Hanzō affirmed while looking at the master chief who leveled himself with the smaller man.

"You won't be getting away." John said while reaching down for his knife. Guns weren't working against them.

"Yes I will. The victory is yours spartan, for surviving this long you've earned my respect." Hanzō stated while watching the spartan reach down for a weapon. "You are a worthy opponent... But you are not ready to-" He didn't finish as the chief tried to plunge the blade in him.

The master chief quickly took his gun out and shot at Hanzō who dodged the shots and disappeared overhead from the stones. The master chief locked onto him with his HUD and began chasing the general.

It was insane. Hanzō vanished with a few seconds after bursting a another puff of smoke. John looked through his scanner's frequency, then turned on the thermal imagin in his helmet. Nothing.

Chief cursed as Hanzō escaped him. Now he had no idea where he could have gone to. There was a high chance he had escaped to another part of Ame. Amegakure was massive. There wasn't anything he could use to track him with, he had no leads to capture him- or any ways to kill him when this mission started.

As John growled in frustration his TAC/PAC glowed yellow. He looked down at it to see he had gotten a signal, very weak, but still a signal. In small lettering it kept sending security messages to him. Looking closer he saw that the Pelican's defensive measures were starting to activate. That could only mean... No.

John forgot everything else before him and changed to where he landed the pelican. Flying over corpses and jumping through anything in his path. After an unspecified amount of time of running like no tomorrow, John came back to exactly where he left his Pelican...

Only to see it smashed under and blown to pieces. Bits of metal were scattered all over the place. The wings were snapped off with wires hanging loosely from the exposed cracks. The hull was smashed like a pancake between two massive stones while it was completely flattened.

John stumbled down the slope before coming up to his only transportation back to the Infinity. Looking down at his TACPAD he was given the same results: NO SIGNAL DETECTABLE.

Great.

Managing to keep his composure, he walked up around the remnants of the pelican and found a few of his weapons sprawled on the soaked ground. It seemed they were blasted outside of the lock box. Some of the weapons were bent inward and outward, while some were bent down the middle, making the nozzles unable to shoot properly destroying the gun.

Inspecting his only weapons, he picked up a BR85HB heavy battle rifle along with three magazines for the weapon. Next to it was a M45 tactical shotgun. Upon closer examination he saw that the grip was bent to the side. Clipping the heavy battle rifle on his back he picked up the tactical shotgun before prying the grip in the correct position. Since his other clips were taken up he wondered if taking the shotgun here was a good idea.

He questioned whether leaving the pelican here was a good idea. But after looking back at the fallen airship he knew there wasn't a way to make it air-worthy in this lifetime. This Pelican was grounded for life. He knew leaving the valuable weapons was a big mistake. Even though the Infinity housed enough ammunition for a single person for life, he didn't want to be wasteful.

He searched around the area before coming upon a single pack of 8 slugs for the shotgun. He took whatever he could find and stored them on his already cramped thigh pack.

His thigh Tactical/Hard case not only housed ammunition but biofoam canisters in case his armor's injectors ran out. There was also a single syringe filled with Polypseudomorphine, in case of any interrogating was needed, and since Hanzō escaped then there could be a chance to track him by capturing an Ame guardsmen.

There was also a few rehydrated protein snacks in case of being on week long extended periods for surveillance.

A few feet to the other side of the shotguns slugs were a box of fragmentation grenades that were deep in a crack. Next to it was a magnum.

John walked over and collected what he could find. Ammon, medicine, food, and stored it all in weapons bag among the many straps and zippers. The other weapons such as a spartan laser, a rocket launcher, and among other DMR's in the area were destroyed, and no longer of use to him. They were fixable, but seeing no reason in carrying them to a place to get a proper signal, John picked up the wrecked weapons. He had to get rid of them.

Looking around the valley, he saw a large body of water. He carried the weapons before throwing them in a river.

He doubted anyone would be willing enough to go diving in this weather, or even consider going that far out in the rain.

As John surveyed his ammunition, he detected movement on the western part of his HUD. Craning his head to the side he saw something jump behind a pair of large rocks. While it covered the person he had caught a glimpse.

Securing the bags strap on his shoulder plate he approached the stones with a steady rifle in hand. He was now just barely touching the stone. He left knee and the stone were centimeters apart. As the rain came down harder he raised his rifle with the finger just barely applying pressure to the trigger.

Before he could properly execute the man or woman, he found out it was neither.

It was a little girl.

She quickly fumbled over one of the rocks and begun running from him. John tilted his head to the side when seeing this. His first instinct was to follow the girl and possibly find Hanzō.

He broke into a sprint after the only lead... Too bad for him it wasn't one of Hanzō's.

He didn't have to try and keep up as the girl slipped on a stone and scraped her arm on the ground. She sat on the ground and held her arm, silently weeping. The small girl saw a shadow form over her, looking up she saw a massive looming shadow. She crawled back in fear as the gaint satue stared at her.

Chief looked down at the girl who couldn't be more than seven years old. She was filthy and had several scarpes covering her arms, face, and legs in rags for clothing. On the back of her neck was a round bin, possibly for collecting water, but what stood the most out about this girl was her hair, and amber eyes.

Chief crouched down before setting the gun on the ground while raising his hand. "Are you alright?"

The girl didn't say anything.

Chief scooted a bit closer before saying. "Your bleeding." He pointed to her arm, making her look down at the rather small gash. She looked back at the armored man who reached in a pack on his thigh and pulled something out.

Chief took out one of the smaller versions of biofoam before coming closer to the girl. She kicked a gallop of mud at him which he stepped back from it.

'Easy...Just a kid.' The master chief processed while trying again to help the terrified girl. He asked more softly. "What's your name?"

"Konan." The girl answered while rubbing her arm. "Can you make it go away?" She asked about the wound on her arm. Chief nodded before saying. "Yes I can?"

"Also... Do you have any food?" Konan asked.

The master chief tilted his head when he saw two more targets appear on his scanner.

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Far away from the battle, the newly dubbed sannin sat alone in a cave that hung off a mountain side next to a river. The cave they took momentary refuge in was dark, cramped, and very moist from the oncoming years of rain.

They were all exhausted and hungry, trying their hardest not to beat themselves up over the failure of their mission. Every single Konoha-nin that had come with them had died just less than an hour ago. Some were friends, allies, and unknown men who enlisted at the very last minute. All were dead. Caused by a single man with a neurotic personality.

Tsunade looked down in defeat. She had completed multiple missions for Kohona, most of them being from simple fence building to high secretive assassinations missions. Failure wasn't an option for the S-class missions... But she had failed this one. They all did. Not only would this mission have turned the tide of the war against all the nations, but give Hanzō the proper punishment for all of his past crimes.

"I thought he was a myth." Jiraiya muttered while looking outside of the cave with Tsunade next to him. Some of the things that the reports about the spartan didn't sound legit. How on earth could one man make an entire bounty hunter team, consisting of fifty men vanish all in one night. Hanzō had done that to about seventy under an hour. Jiraiya never looked much into it, but now fate had other things in store.

The spartan was a freedom fighter, not some senseless bloodthirsty killing machine.

"You thought wrong." Orochimaru answered while glancing at Tsunade who stayed off to the side with Jiraiya. He never thought of ever being confronted by such a man. The pale sannin thought the spartan had died long ago since nothing interesting was ever said about him.

Tsunade was leaning against the cave's wall with a few pieces of dry bread on her lap in a napkin. She hadn't eaten in almost a day and it was still a long trip back to Konoha. She didn't know how she was going to break the news to Hiruzen that the entire platoon he sent was lost. Seeing the spartan, the man who saved her brother though, was baffling. All she had heard, read, and told was that wherever he went, death would surely follow.

"Stories of him eating the search parties souls sound fake, but him being able to kill you without touching you doesn't sound exaggerated." Jiraiya said while Tsunade sneezed, causing an echo to rip through the cave. It was practically 30 degrees outside and she was soaked to the bone from the weathers predicaments, and because of it she had caught a cold. She graciously picked up a bread piece before looking back at her teammate.

"We should get our energy back up and get back home." Tsunade said while swallowing her food. "There's nothing else we could do here."

"Yeah... Did Hanzō really mean what he said? The leafs victory?" Jiraiya asked while staring at the ceiling pointy stalagmites of the top of the moist cave.

"I don't think so. Perhaps what he said on ending the war was a lie." Tsunade said while thinking back to the spartan.

"He was wrong." Said a voice that didn't come from either Orochimaru... Or Tsunade.

Tsunade nearly choked on the bread as she and Jiraiya both jumped at the unknown voice and looked around the cave, listening and scanning the corners.

"Who are you stranger? Show yourself." Orochimaru hissed. Being caught off guard like that was inexcusable.

"Lower yourself and I will." The voice said again, only this time it was closer. Tsunade listened to the voice and gained a puzzled look. It sounded all too familiar. Just for a moment she let her guard down a little.

"It seems destiny has plans in store..." Jiraiya said lazily while aiming his eyes at the end of the dark cave.

Tsunade's eyes snapped open, "Spartan?" she said when something just a few yards in the cave flickered and revealed the seven foot tall man's silhouette. Memories of him coming to her village resurfaced as he stepped into the light, just 10 feet in front of them. He looked exactly if not almost the same, minus that rather large silver scratch on his chest. Other than that, perfectly the same.

She was about to say something when Orochimaru cut her off.

"You shouldn't have come here." Orochimaru sneered threateningly. "The dangers and consequences are detrimental towards everyone now. That including you." Anyone was a killer nowadays. There wasn't a single innocent person that had not committed at least one atrocious crime. Crimes that went from thievery to murder. The innocent would either be locked up as slaves or already dead from becoming the first victims. Only the strongest would survive, and the strongest were sometimes the most diabolical to come across.

The spartan exhibited many of these traits in the eyes of countless nations.

"I don't care." The master chief said while noticing the pale man looked quite reminiscing to a certain degree. "Hanzō was what kept the war alive. I tried to put a stop to it." He said.

"You killed him?!" Tsunade said shockingly. She along with an army had come to stop his crimes only to be defeated and picked off in the first hour. Hanzō not displayed a tactical and superior skill set but many deadly jutsu's that annihilated any unfortunate enough to be caught in them. If not for Jiraiya protecting her Tsunade would have been blow to pieces.

The master chief looked at Tsunade and instantly recognized her. He would admit to saying it was either her build or hair that was a dead giveaway since blondes were very rare, but it was neither. It was her large hazel eyes that made her stand out most to him.

"No... Impossible." Orochimaru said while stepping forward. "We were trained by the third Hokage himself, and we couldn't even touch him. The forces that came with us couldn't even get close enough to him."

"I didn't kill him, but I killed his pal." The master chief began while sliding back the chamber of his rifle, emitting a loud "CLICK."

"His pal? You aren't referring to his summons?" Orochimaru asked with disbelief with Chief nodding. Orochimaru's yellow eyes became as thin as a line from that. Taking out a summons was nothing new- taking out the summons of Amegakure's general sounded entirely fictional. Ibuse was an adversary that should have never been taken lightly. He or it since the gender was never truly specified was deadly. Each and every breath it took would end up taking the lives of countless men and women.

"I couldn't catch Hanzō. The rain covered his tracks and I couldn't chase him." The Master Chief said while looking out into the deadly storm. Hanzō was still out there continuing to tear the world apart the longer he lived. Driving him into the ground was the only way to make sure this all ended. As soon as he was able to take the skies again he wold make sure to end him.. "He destroyed my pelican. Now I can't get off Amegakure."

"A pelican?" Tsunade questioned.

"It's a ship. It flies and carries people." The Master Chief answered toward them, making the white haired man laugh a bit.

"A machine that flies like a bird... Now I've heard everything. I knew you would be here..." Jiraiya said while pointing at the Spartan.

"Why were you here? You know you're a wanted man correct?" Orochimaru had seen the wanted posters. Everywhere in fact. He was wanted in thirteen different villages and by the land of Iron for questioning.

"Yeah, but that won't stop me though from finishing what I started." The spartan breathed out.

"We could kill you now and claim the bounty. Konoha is in need of a reputation in such dire needs. And what better reputation than killing the orange eyed demon." Orochimaru said as he stepped forward once again.

"Don't." Tsunade said while placing herself in front of the spartan. Startling both of her childhood friends in one instant with her action. "This thing, he saved my brother. He hasn't done anything to become an enemy. He's an ally. An ally we don't want to attck." She said while asking herself what she was doing. Trusting random people was a guaranteed way to getting yourself stabbed in the back.

The master chief was quite shocked. Here was a woman he had met only once, and here she was, standing in front of her own comrade trying to defend him.

"By the way," The master chief turned around to the darkness of the cave and said. "Take it easy, I won't let them hurt you."

"Who are you talking-" Jiraiya began, but his question was answered when a trio of children stepped out from behind the spartan's legs. They all looked ravaged by the weather predicaments. One was a skinny boy with orange spiky hair and brown eyes. One was a small girl with indigo hair and orange eyes. The last child, a boy as it appeared, had red shaggy hair that covered his eyes.

"Children?" Jiraiya asked while feeling slightly relieved.

"Even mice in the war can bare fangs. Keep your guard up." Orochimaru said as cold as ice. The master chief narrowed his eyes before he found himself standing in front of the children protectively.

"They're orphans. They have no alignment or anyone to contribute to. If you want to attack them then you'll have to get through me." The master chief didn't budge. He had seen many children become orphans, or die along with their parents in the past few years. It was the same back in his universe to, children becoming the casualties when war broke out and being caught in the middle of it. It was stomach wrenching for him to think about.

While he may have not spent much time with children he knew that many if not all didn't deserve anything like this. To be born in these disastrous times was a sickening thought.

"Is that a threat?" Orochimaru said while stepping closer to the armored spartan. He was more than ready to stand his ground against this man. He read the reports and knew of his abilities, he could take him down, easy.

"Yes it is." The master chief answered while staring down the pale man.

Tsunade looked down at the starving children with a similar strong sense of weariness. Being attacked by anything, that including children was normal now. While she had a soft spot for kids this only proved to be a weakness in the eyes of her peers. Shaking her thoughts, she gave an earnest glare at the children while sitting down.

"Give me some food!" The orange haired kid exclaimed rudely.

"Here, take some bread." Jiraiya offered. He knew a few other places to collect food along the way. Sparing the five small pieces of dry bread wouldn't kill him, and not giving the bread up would probably starve these kids.

All fear left the children's faces as they gingerly rushed over and took the bread without saying anything. They even went as far as to takes Tsunade's bread in a rapid succession too. This made her a bit livid as she raised an eyebrow and dejected at them.

The children ate the bread like their life depended on it. Taking it in. Crumbs and all. John watched the kids in pity, thinking back to a time when there wasn't bloodshed. Although he didn't know what he'd be doing if there wasn't.

As John stayed off to the side, thinking of his next move, he heard someone walk up behind him. "What are you doing here?" A feminine voice asked rather seriously.

"My duty." The master chief replied while turning and looking down at the blond kunoichi who stood her ground. "The human race... You've seen what it leads to."

"I said thank you for saving my brother. It was probably the noblest thing anyone has ever done, but that doesn't mean we're friends." Tsunade said silently. While she was willing to defend him from being attacked, it didn't automatically mean she was going to side with him.

"Do what you want. But I'm making sure you can get back to Konoha." John said loudly, making Tsunade look at him conclusively.

"Why?" Him helping her and her teammates was strange. Why the sudden change of heart? The spartan had been sighted in numerous villages portraying acts of freedom justice such as taking back waypoints from defected militia shinobi to evacuating many home from enemy troops coming.

"I can't get back to my ship with the storm, but I don't want to leave you three alone."

"We're capable of handling the situation, it was our mission to assassinate Hanzō the salamander." Tsunade said. Even though that was confidential there was no point in hiding it.

"Was this before or after all your subordinates got killed?" The master chief asked, making Tsunade furrow her eyebrows at him. She kept this up before breathing deeply and looking down at the cave's floor suddenly.

"I don't understand what Nawaki says... You being the coolest thing to ever grace the shinobi. It doesn't make sense." Tsunade breathed while standing next to the spartan who was eyeing the storm outside. "He was probably the fastest ball of fury I've ever seen, but that's changed now. He's not like that anymore." She said gaining the spartan's attention. "He's become more down to earth. He doesn't see the war as a game anymore, he's become more serious and stoic."

John wanted to chuckle at this. Even though he had known Nawaki for... Less than a year, that boy was the epitome of wildness and energy. He was a young kid with lot's of carefreeness that seemed to radiate off of him like the sun on a blistering day. Hearing that he was marured out was quite breathtaking.

"We should leave before it gets dark again. Patrols will be looking for you." The master chief said making Tsunade nod in agreement. He knew of course where the Hidden leaf village was since he had a visual of the worlds map imprinted into his armors memory log. From his current position, Konoha was approximately 173 miles East. If he could make his way out of the rain and to a secure location he could singla back to the Infinity and call for a Pelican.

"You shouldn't avoid questions spartan. Why were you here?" Orochimaru said while appearing very close to John suddenly. The master chief turned into his directions, eyeing the dark shinobi in front of him. He remembered Orochimaru now. Almost like the cranks turning he could still see him standing behind Nawaki when he almost died. The odd smile on his face next to the sight of him just standing there and doing nothing when it happened.

It made John livid. He was going to mention that incident, but first he had to answer the analytical question that had gained everyone's attention. Including the children.

"A mission." The master chief began while walking back to a more spaced out part of the cave. He kept his battle rifle in hand and made sure to let everyone know he wasn't backing down. "A mission that is long past due. A mission that can end this." He said while gesturing to the cold grayness outside.

"I must say I've never seen such a tool." Orochimaru started while glancing down at the metal plank in John's hands. He had seen him shoot small metal projectiles without as much as throwing it or even releasing the smallest amount of chakra. It couldn't be sealing scrolls or anything in that order. He came closer and said.

"What is it?"

"A gun." Came from the war veteran.

"A gun? That is?"

"A weapon."

"May I examine it?" Orochimaru asked tensely.

"No." The spartan replied while walking over to the edge of the cave, passing the pale snake. "Now would be the best time to leave."

"Now this is more like it, the Konoha sannin teaming up with the spartan." Jiraiya said while getting up and walking to the spartan's side and looking the man up. "If we survive this I'll buy you a drink." He offered while John ignored the proposal.

"It's only temporary. As soon as we get you to Konoha I'm off." The master chief said.

"Off to kill more?" Tsunade said while glaring at the spartan who in turn, looked back at her. "I've heard what you've done. Youv'e-

"Saved lives, kill marauders trying to pillage villages, and free slaves. Yeah, I get that a lot." The spartan said toward Tsunade. "Don't always believe what those posters tell you. The information is sometimes fabricated." This statement made Tsunade study the spartan more closely.

"Then what have you really been up to?" She asked while crossing her arms under her chest.

"Trying to end a war." He said. "Someone has to."

"Are we going now, my feet are swimming here." Jiraiya asked while leaning close to the spartan's shielded ear. "Don't worry about her, she takes time to warm up to."

"I don't care." The master chief said while turning on his thermal imaging system and surveying the area outside again. It had only gotten colder and the weather became even more harsher. There wasn't much to see other than the endless gray that consumed the sky that seemed to have an unlimited supply of water that never let up.

As John scanned the area in front of him, Orochimaru hissed through his nose.

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As the spartan lead the way for the sannin down the single stone path surrounded by water, he kept counting how many bodies he saw on the way in. The small town they had just crossed from was deserted of any life and abandoned, minus the piles of rat chewed dead bodies that were sinking in the mud. Probably from shinobi troops passing through after stealing supplies and devouring the villages resources in a matter of days. If John's thinking was correct, the more fresh corpses in the area then the better chances that the Ame forces could still be in the area. Even with what he was carrying which was considered quite plentiful, he wouldn't be able to go on against an entire army, and neither would the sannin.

Their hearing was good... Too good.

It was close to nighttime now, and what little sun they ahd above the clouds was beginning to set and make everything even more darker, and more dangerous.

The path they were walking, which was just a single road of concrete would give them a straight shot back to Konoha no Sato. Once they entered Ame's borders they would have to sneak back into the land of fire without being detected by patrols.

Tsunade, Jiraiya and Orochimaru were still tired, barely being able to keep up with the spartan that was ahead of them. Still carrying the metal plank with the nozzle on the end.

He had suggested that they take a different route other than a single road, which could have gotten them easily spotted, but at times now he was against time. Once he was at a stationary place to retrieve a signal, he was going straight back to the Infinity and loading more weapons.

As the Spartan kept ahead, he noticed there was three extra blimps on his HUD.

"We already gave you food! Why are you following us?" Tsunade exclaimed.

Turning his head around he could see that the Sannin had stopped walking and saw the three orphans were following close behind. Not being bothered at all by the weather's extreme conditions. It seemed they wanted to be taken with or possibly found solace with them. The master chief couldn't blame them, but he wasn't fit to take care of children.

John walked up from behind and said to Tsunade. "Keep the volume down." Ame shinobi were experts at water jutsu's and they were surrounded on all sides by water. Not a very good idea to travel through alone and making noise.

Tsunade tried at giving him a glare, but heard shuffling in front of her. Turning ahead she saw the little girl, Konan, step forward with her arms behind her back. Chief stared at the young girl, wondering what she was doing. Quicker than Tsunade could move, Konan took her arms from behind her back and held them in front..

Tsunade moved back in a flinch, expecting a bomb or some type of bomb or blade. Jiraiya firmly placed his hand on Tsunade's shoulder once he saw what it was.

Konan held a small crumpled up paper, but upon closer examination it was in the shape of a flower. Chief looked down to see the girl came forward and held it out to him while the rain soaked it.

"I made this for you." She said cheerfully while smiling. The smile didn't falter once.

Chief looked at the flower a bit longer before Jiraiya said to Chief. "It's origami, folded from the bread wrapping."

Chief had heard of the strange art somewhere before but had never seen it. he wouldn't admit it but it was a very interesting piece to have made from wrappers. Very carefully he took the folded paper from the small girl who graciously placed it in his palm. He brought it up to his helmet and examined it. Looking back at the girls work, he nodded in slight appreciation. "Thanks." He put the oragami flower in his thigh compartment.

The orange haired boy stepped up. "Teach us ninjutsu..." He said towards the four, almost begging even. "You're all from the Hidden leaf, right?"

The spartan shook his head. "I'm not, they are."

Orochimaru stepped forward. "Shall I kill these children?" He asked with no worry whatsoever, making John snap his head towards him. The rain seemed to get harder as Tsunade and Jiraiya both had shocked expressions from hearing that.

"W-what?" Jiraiya sputtered at first, not believing what his friend had just offered.

Tsunade knew Orochimaru had been growing darker from the war and couple hundred missions he did, but going as far as to killing children was bone-chilling.

Orochimaru shrugged his shoulders and tried to back up his claim. "I've seen many war orphans. It's pitiful. They would be better off if we just put them out of their misery."

The master chief stepped in front of the children while pointing the barrel of the tactical shotgun at the white skinned mans face. Orochimaru blinked once. This was new. He never expected the spartan to take any type of aggression so soon. He blinked again before asking. "What are you doing?"

"Are you going to kill them? Just like Nawaki? I saw what you did and you won't be touching them." John said while pumping the shotguns forestock. Tsunade gasped again and yelled.

"What?" She felt colder for some reason.

"Lies." Orochimaru brushed off "Nawaki ran ahead. It was his incompetence that almost killed him."

John became angry at this. "I know what I saw, and it was you making him run out. Run out and die. Never would any teacher do that." The master chief growled while Konan gripped the back of his leg in fear. She didn't know why but she felt safer with the spartan by her side. "I won't let you hurt anyone again, and you won't be trying anything with these kids. Not while I'm around."

Tsuande didn't have the energy to even think of what to do. Part of her wanted to deny the claim while her heart told her it was undeniably factual. She knew Orochimaru was heartless, but this was a complete nightmare. Tsunade was trying her hardest not to scream at him, but Jiraiya beat her to it.

"Stop! You three go on ahead, I'll stay here and look after them for awhile." Jiraiya said suddenly.

"Huh!?" Tsunade exclaimed. The thought of Orochimaru's treachery became devoid in her mind when her partner had done the unthinkable. This wasn't part of the plan.

"Just so they can defend themselves." Jiraiya said as he stepped over to Yahiko, kneeled down before putting a hand on his shoulder. Comfortingly looking in the boys brown eyes. He looked back at the spartan and said. "Make sure they both get to Konoha, tell lord third what happened." He didn't know the chief personally, that was a fact. Never met him before today. Sure Tsuande had met him, but he had never seen an actual photo of him even besides drawings from witnesses reports. But the fact of the matter was, was that the master chief felt trustworthy.

The master chief looked back to the empty road that lead to the dense forest miles away. It would be hours before they even made it there. A very long trip by walking. He knew the shinobi could travel faster than normal people, and he could more than likely keep up. Either way, it would take a day or two before they entered the borders of Konoha no sato. He looked back before nodding in Jiraiya's direction.

Jiraiya nodded back with a stoic expression on his face.

He hoped Gamamaru was right about this man, otherwise the world was doomed.

Chief looked at Tsunade and said. "We need to get to the forest, up that hill should give us cover." John said pointing east. The borders of Ame were guarded by some of the best. If they wanted to make it out they would have to stay off the roads. Tsunade swallowed before nodding to the spartan. She would deal with Orochimaru later...

Orochimaru, meanwhile, only glared venomously at the spartan.

As the spartan walked ahead again of Orochimaru and Tsunade, he felt something was staring into him. He turned his head over Tsunade's blond hair and caught a glimpse of the red-haired boy watching him. He stood dead center of the road with the same mundane expression never leaving his face. He stood there, letting the water run down his crimson locks that covered his eyes from view. Jiraiya stood up before calling out to the red haired boy who walked toward his new guardian. The four then went back into the stranded burnt down village.

John then turned his head back forward to the long road ahead of him. This day had been a series of rather disproportionate events. First he failed to kill Hanzō but lost a valuable piece of equipment along with it.

As he exited out of Amegakure, he didn't know that he would indeed see that red-haired boy again one day. Only that day would be many years from now...

That would be the day, the day the Master Chief died.


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Tsunade's problems

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Tsunade rolled onto her stomach while in bed and grumbled incoherently under her breath. The weeks had been long and tedious, turning into one of the longest weekends she had ever endured in her kunoichi career, not to mention her beginning days as a medic-nin.

Her chest was hurting like hell whenever she layed down like this and it was keeping her up. The things she was blessed by the gods with were a real pain in the neck. And back. And shoulders.

The two things she was referring to were her duo mountains that sat proudly on her chest. Many women would fond over them, calling them gifts from heaven. While many perverted men fantasized of being the lucky one to grasp the bountiful fruits.

They were possibly the most distinguishing things about Tsunade Senju other than her superior healing capabilities.

Turning over on her back while kicking the blankets off only made things worse. She had chosen to wear an oversized sleepshirt with a simple modest pair of white underwear. But her assets were making sleep more difficult.

Ever since she turned 13 puberty struck her like a mountain slide. It was ironic in a way since Jiraiya commented on her flat chested figure numerous times as they were children.

First it was the wider hips, than the bigger chest, rounder butt, then it was the growing in height, finally, it was hair growing in certain parts...

But the chest had the most complications out of them all.

The problems with them could go on forever.

1. They caused enormous back pains

2. Bra shopping (She normally used wrappings though under a standard mesh suit.)

3. Whenever she walked up or down stairs she'd have to cross her arms to not get the entire village to ogle her.

4. The standard Konoha body armor nearly suffocated her and she had to get her's custom made. (VERY EXPENSIVE)

5. She had to wear bras when sleeping! (Wrappings would undo themselves when she slept.)

6. Working out with those things swinging around was deadly.

7. Sleeping on stomach would hurt.

8. Sleeping on back would smother her.

9. Coughing made them to fly around like water balloons under a sweater.

10. Self exams on her breasts took forever.

11. Running in public was a no no.

12. Bending over was near impossible and embarrassing.

13. Stretched shirts.

14. Sitting at certain tables that were at the wrong height would cause awkward squeezing.

15. Working out required several sport bra's.

16. Wearing stripes made them appear even bigger!

17. A cleavage would always be there, no matter what she wore.

18. Sometimes when reading, they would be there on the page, covering the sentences. Mocking her.

19. Wearing jewelry, specifically necklaces would disappear between the two hills and smell of rancid sweat later.

20. Strapless bikinis were too dangerous. (Especially with Jiraiya around.)

There were perks as well, but none of them were good right now. All she could do was try to fall asleep without slipping into despair. Turning over on her back she groaned once more as the globs pushed down on her rib cage. She was tempted of smashing her head in the wall to hopefully knock her out and put her to sleep, but she didn't want to be paying for damages for a house that wasn't fully paid off for.

Grudgingly, she turned on her left side, trying to get some sleep in the hot room that made her sweat even more.


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AUTHOR'S NOTE: For all those who didn't know, Freedom guard, someone who I could call my mentor to Halo, suffered a heart attack and passed away on August 5. Not only did this stun me but I disbelieved it at first. Something like this never happens often. But a few of his buddies told me what happened and I nearly cried. Freedom guard was an inspiration to Halo fan fiction itself. Most of everything I learned with writing and continuity came from him. It was even him who convinced me to read the Halo novels even! He was a dear friend that I will miss forever. I will be taking up a few of his projects that he was never able to finish. While I'll never live up to his writing skills, I will try.

Now, back to the authors note. Just because I haven't updated this story doesn't mean I'm not working on it anymore. That's bull. I invested 4 years of planning into this story! There were many errors in previous chapters that had to be fixed but are still not finished yet. In fact, I spent 2 days on one chapter fixing and adding new things, and everything got deleted when my WIFI deactivated. So after 5 minutes of crying and 50 minutes of trying to get my anger under control I decided to take a break from writing for a while. These passed few weeks have been hell, I'll say that. I received a very bad haircut, and by bad I got my entire head fucking shaved! I miss my hair. (cries hysterically.)

So anyway, leave a review/like/follow. Also an enormous dedication to Masashi Kishimoto who announced that Naruto has finally ended for good! The guy spent 10 years giving us the wonderful gift that is Naruto. The last thing cannon is the newest video game coming out this fall starring the next generation of shinobi.

VERY IMPORTANT! I recently saw the newest film 'Boruto: Naruto the movie' and I have to say... It gave me a mind numbing idea that will blow you all away...

"..."

Unfortunately I'm not telling!

Review challenge: Leave a review of what you liked about the chapter, what you didn't like, and what you would want to see in the future.

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Halo Fun Fact: The Bungie Studios team consumed more than 20,000 pounds of pizza, 24,000 gallons of soda and more than a half ton of bananas during the three years it took to develop "Halo 3."

Naruto Fun Fact: Kishimoto's wife was the inspiration of Kushina Uzumaki.

CHALLENGE OF THE CHAPTER: Who or what is Ibiki Morino afraid of?

To Goldspark1- Apology accepted.

-SHIPWRECK5897