Nothing was ever free in this world.
Deep down, people were selfish, weakened by emotion. For as long as shinobi had existed, and to a further extent, humans, they had tainted the earth with petty wars. They killed and maimed one another because of their anger. Some did even worse things. Then in the end, just before everyone was destroyed, the humans would agree to stop fighting and celebrate for their newfound 'peace.' But this peace was nothing more than a mere 'break' from even more violence. War was a part of humans, and without someone to control them, they would continue to hurt each other.
After tonight, he would be one step closer to realizing his dream.
"Lord Danzo, everyone is in position," an unnamed man, with a white porcelain mask covering his face, kneeled before him. To the untrained eye, the shinobi would have looked like an ordinary Anbu member, one of Konahagakure's special forces, loyal only to the Hokage. Because of their combat expertise, every member fought with the katana usually strapped to their back. However, tonight, this particular Anbu wielded a tanto—for less direct confrontations—indicating him member of Root, an Anbu under the orders of Danzo. Or, at least they were Anbu until recently.
Damn you, Hiruzen.
The cold frost bit into the Danzo's bare skin, as he peered off at the ex-Anbu prowling atop the rooftops. Even in a village of eighty-thousand people, two dozen Root shinobi wouldn't go unnoticed. But the elder didn't necessarily care. He didn't want any loose ends, and truth be told, he wanted people to see his Anbu tonight. He wanted it to be clear to everyone that there were masked shinobi involved—but the villagers wouldn't be seeing his Anbu. As far as anyone knew, Anbu only acted on direct orders from the Hokage.
"Proceed as planned." Danzo said.
"The streets will drown in red," the Anbu affirmed.
Konaha was careful about who they wanted as their Hokage. There was an unwritten rule that they had to be one of the strongest ninja, if not in Konoha, in all of the Elemental nations. If they couldn't stand up to the other shinobi of the other hidden villages, there was no chance they would even be considered for the chair. But there was also another rule, one that was even more important than that: the Hokage must love his village, more than anything, especially a jinchuuriki.
Tonight, Konoha was going to see how Hiruzen loved his jinchuuriki more than the village.
"Remember, do not lay even a finger on the boy," Danzo reiterated. The masked shinobi nodded, but didn't look up. For a moment, the two stayed in spot, before the elder nodded with a grunt. With a bow, the Anbu vanished in a blur of movement.
No, nothing was ever free. Even peace required sacrifices.
Naruto closed the distance in a breath, clouds of white exploding kicking up under his feet. The boy winded his fist and launched it straight at the Tokubetsu Jonin. He had definitely caught Genma off guard. He was way faster than he looked.
And soon, I'll be eating Ichirak-
Suddenly, Genma disappeared in a burst of smoke, seemingly turning into a log. Naruto quickly pulled his punch, grazing the wood with just his knuckles. The boy's eyes widened. Although he'd seen that jutsu used only a few times from Iruka, he'd seen it enough to know it by name: Substitution Jutsu.
"Not too bad," he heard Genma say from behind him. "Although if you're trying to beat me with speed, you might want to think again. I used to work for the fastest man who had ever walked this earth."
Naruto furrowed his eyes at this. 'Fastest?' he thought. He wondered if the Tokubetsu Jonin was talking about the Yondaime. Really, there could only be two shinobi who could have fit that title, and Genma definitely wasn't even born when the Nidaime was still alive.
He shook the thought out of his head. Naruto spun on his foot and twisted his body behind him, throwing a kick towards Genma. The Tokubetsu Jonin simply leaned backwards, letting the boy's attack harmlessly fly overhead, before he dropped low and swept Naruto's only leg from beneath him. The boy slammed into the snow with a thud.
"Like I said, you're not fast enough."
Naruto growled at his words, though Genma had expected that. In fact, he'd hoped for it. He wanted to push the boy far enough so that he'd use that jutsu, if he really could.
"You better hurry and hit me. Time's ticking."
The blond leapt to his feet and began sending a flurry of attacks at his opponent. Naruto threw every move he knew at the Tokubetsu Jonin. An overhead punch. A spinning kick. A feint jab into a left hook. But everywhere he was, Genma was able to avoid him. They continued like that, Naruto desperately thrashing for just one single touch, while his opponent easily outmaneuvered him. With every hit that was dodged, Naruto could feel a hot anger rising in his gut.
'I can't even touch him,' Naruto thought to himself. 'Then what the hell was all my training for?'
The boy's thoughts were silenced, when Genma slammed his heel into the boy's chest, sending the boy flying off the roof. To some, it would have seemed like Genma had just sent plummeting to his death, but a few seconds later, he heard Naruto's voice from below.
"What are you doing, you could have killed me!"
"I only kicked you hard enough so you'd fall onto your balcony. Hurry and get back up here. While I could do this all day, you on the other hand have two more minutes."
Naruto growled, as he climbed back onto the roof. He wasn't done, just yet.
The blond charged forward and leapt into the air, swinging his fist towards Genma's face. As expected, the man was already stepping away from the attack, but in one fluid motion, Naruto pulled his arm back and reached both of his hands towards his opponent. For a moment, Genma's face flashed with surprise, before, suddenly, Naruto's hands were around his writst. With his free hand, Genma tried prying the boy away from him, but his grip was like iron cuffs.
What the—Naruto's strong as hell.
The boy's lips upturned into a smirk, recalling one of the lessons from the Academy scrolls.
While Genma was right about how Naruto was too slow, speed didn't matter if his opponent couldn't move to dodge. Normally, the blond would have sent the fight to the ground with a takedown, but he knew Genma was way too big for him to try anything that involved grappling. Instead, with his hands still fastened around the Tokubetsu Jonin's wrist, he threw a sidekick at the man. With his free hand, Genma caught the boy's foot and pushed it away.
Still, Genma had to hide a smile forming on his face.
The kid's definitely smarter than he looks. He knew that since I was too fast and kept dodging his attacks, he forced the fight close, so I wouldn't be able to evade him.
"Not bad, Naruto, but I'll still be able to block everything," Genma said. Proving his point, he deflected one of Naruto's kicks with his own. Suddenly, a thought popped into the man's head. "It's a good thing there's only one of you. Too bad you can't make clones."
"Clones, you say?"
Still, you'd have to use two hands if you want to form the handsign. That means that you'll have to let go—
His thoughts were abruptly stopped, when he heard a voice from behind him. Genma's face whipped backwards to see another Naruto charging across the roof towards him. The Tokubetsu Jonin's breath caught in his throat at the sight. Part of him was impressed that the kid had actually managed to learn the Kage Bunshin no Jutsu, but another part of him was a little worried, since the clone was currently running straight at him.
When did he have time to make a shadow clone?
"Get ready to buy me some ramen!" the clone shouted.
Still, it was just one more clone. If Genma really wanted to, he could've just—
Suddenly, the Naruto clone crossed his fingers into a cross. "Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!"
The entire roof was filled with a cloud of smoke.
"Narut—Naruto, what!" Genma said, his mouth agape. He had to blink his eyes, then once again to make sure he wasn't just seeing things. No, he definitely wasn't.
This kid is already this strong, and he's only seven?
Genma was speechless. Most Jonin who knew Kage Bunshin no Jutsu were at the most only able to three or four, due to how much chakra the technique actually required. But right now, no matter where the Tokubetsu Jonin turned his head to look, he found himself staring at a sea of orange and blond. He couldn't even begin to count how many clones Naruto had made.
"How's that for some clones?" The original Naruto smirked, still holding onto the man's wrist. Without another word, the clones cheered and the wave crashed into their opponent.
If there was one thing a girl wanted, it was romance.
If someone asked Sakura what kind of romance she wanted, the pink-haired girl would be happy to accommodate you with a long list of all the types of dates she planned on going with a special somebody. Long walks on the beach were romantic, or maybe a midnight stroll under the soft hum of the moonlight. A hike up the Hokage Monument would be nice, so long as they sat together overlooking Konoha during the sunset. Unfortunately, Sasuke didn't exactly see Sakura the way she looked at him.
Nonetheless, girls loved the little things the guys did, like giving them flowers, so why couldn't it also be the other way around.
"What are you doing here, Billboard Brow?" Ino asked, her hand firmly planted on her hip. "You better not be here for what I think you're here for."
"And what would that be? Can I not just buy flowers?" Sakura feigned innocence, her voice lilting up. As she strolled into the shop, the aroma of honey filled her nose, suitable for a flower shop, she reckoned. Her classmate rolled her eyes at her.
"I know you're going to give them to Sasuke."
"Oh, now that you mention it, that's a great idea. Thanks, Ino-pig!"
"Shut it, you were going to do that anyways," Ino said. The blonde narrowed her eyes. "Hey, where are your parents? You didn't come here by yourself, did you?"
It was a valid question. The girls were both only seven after-all, and it was getting dark outside. Ino couldn't imagine the pink-haired girl was brave enough to walk through town by herself, even if their handsome, dark-eyed Uchiha was involved.
"They're just outside. Apparently there's some parade going on that they wanted to see or something."
"Parade? For what?"
Sakura shrugged. While she remembered seeing a loud crowd with flashy lights, she wasn't able to put their words together, as their screaming had been all over the place.
"I want to see!" Ino yelled, as she jumped up from behind the counter. She slipped out of the apron she was wearing and crossed over to Sakura.
"Don't you still have to work? I want my flowers."
Ino shot her a fiery look, placing her hand on her hip. "It's late. Yamanaka Flowers is closed tonight."
"I'm so rating this place a one out of five. "
Genma stood over Naruto, who was lying face-first in the snow.
"Kage Bunshin no Jutsu, huh? So it's true," the Tokubetsu Jonin felt the words in his mouth. Bending down, he pulled the blond to his feet. "Although you're still a little reckless with it."
"Come on, how was I supposed to know you could use Substitution Jutsu with one of my clones!" Naruto said, squinting his eyes at the man with a frown. The boy still couldn't believe that he didn't even land a single hit. Especially after revealing his biggest trick, he thought for sure he was going to fill himself with a few warm bowls of ramen. Instead, he was going to bed with an empty stomach and a bruised face—the bruise wasn't even from Genma!
"If you were a little bigger, you would have got me," Genma said with a slight chuckle. Without even thinking, he reached down and placed his hand on the top of the boy's head. "Damn, kid, you're strong for your age!"
Although the man had said that in encouragement, Naruto couldn't help but feel a knot in his chest at the words—but only because he knew what he meant. Other than the children he'd grown up with at the orphanage, the boy was smaller than most others his age. While he wasn't exactly sure why those who had parents were bigger, he remembered once Iruka-sensei had said something about 'eating good food to grow.' Well, unfortunately for Naruto, no matter how much good ramen he ate, he couldn't seem to catch up to any of his peers. It wasn't like he was physically weak or anything, in fact, he could have very well been as strong as even Kiba or Choji. It just irked him knowing that if he was bigger, he would be stronger.
"Yeah, okay," Naruto mumbled under his breath. Genma raised an eyebrow at him.
"Come on, don't be so hard on yourself. You're only seven."
Still, the boy's frown didn't lighten off his face, and Genma couldn't help but mirror his expression. Physically, Naruto was the splitting-image of his father, albeit much smaller, but that was where a lot of the similarities ended. While he had no doubt both of them would have worked themselves to death to improve, Genma cold feel a strong intensity seeping from Naruto, something that his father, one of the strongest shinobi to have ever lived, rarely ever showed. Naruto's eyes seemed to turn the air around him frigid, and yet, from within, a hot fire burned.
"The Yondaime graduated from the academy when he was ten," Naruto said, grabbing his scroll. He fastened the bindings around it and shoved it into his pocket. "If I can't even hit you, then I definitely can't surpass him."
Genma chewed the senbon in the corner of his mouth, shoving his hands into his pockets. 'So he's chasing after Lord Fourth's legacy, huh?' the Tokubetsu Jonin thought to himself. He couldn't help but smirk at the irony of the situation.
"Listen, Naruto."
"What?"
Genma eyed the boy for a moment, allowing the tension in the air to build.
"How much do you know about the Yondaime?" he finally asked.
"I know he was one of the strongest shinobi to have ever lived. He was the fastest man ever. He was the single reason why our enemies during the Third Shinobi World War wanted peace."
"And do you know the reason he was so fast?"
"Because he trained super hard?"
Genma let out a laugh. "You're not wrong. But more importantly, he had a special jutsu."
"Jutsu?" Naruto repeated absentmindedly. He hadn't really seen much jutsu in person before, and so it was a little difficult for him to wrap his head around a jutsu making you fast.
"It's called Flying Raijin Jutsu, created first by the Nidaime. It's a space-time ninjutsu that teleports the user," the man said. "The Yondaime became so good at it, though, that he could move anywhere in the blink of an eye."
Flying Raijin Jutsu.
Naruto's eyes widened at the words, before a sudden realization popped into his mind. While Naruto knew the Yondaime was fast, he had never really stopped to think about what actually gave him the speed. The boy had just chalked it down to pure physical ability.
"If he was fast because of a jutsu, doesn't that mean anyone can learn how to use it, too?"
"Theoretically, yes. But the Yondaime was the only man who knew how to do it," Genma told him. The man hesitated, just for a moment, long enough for Naruto to notice, before he continued. "But he taught three people a variant of the jutsu."
Naruto's eyes beamed. "Who are they? Where can I find them?"
You're looking at one of them, kid.
But before Genma could say anything, they were interrupted by the sound of a repeating chant.
"Death to the demon!"
Kiba had only ever met one monster before in his life, and it certainly was not his blond classmate. Sure, Naruto could get on his nerves sometimes, especially back when they'd first joined the Academy, despite what everyone, including himself, Kiba didn't think Naruto was that bad. The blond being a doofus definitely didn't warrant anyone calling him a monster.
So, when he saw Naruto's spikes of yellow peer down from the top of the roof, followed by the angry shouting of the crowd, Kiba's mouth fell agape, dumbfounded.
"Come down here, you demon! Face judgement for your sins!" yelled someone from the crowd. Their voice was drowned out by a chorus of cheering. Kiba felt something in his jacket move and shift, Akamaru poked his head from the boy's hood. To untrained ears, they wouldn't have heard the low growling in the dog's throat, the way any animal would have when threatened. Kiba didn't blame him; he felt the same way. He could barely distinguish his own scent from the stinking man beside him.
Animals fought when threatened, especially when they were cornered with no way of escape. Kiba wasn't any different. The hair on his arms and legs and even the back of his neck stood. His eyes tore themselves between the crowd around him. He noted the gleaming steel of weapons in the moonlight and the burn of torch ash singing his sensitive nose. But even without heightened senses, the boy could have felt the heavy weight in the air, bearing down upon his shoulders.
Whatever is going on here is bad. Really bad.
From above, several of the tenants who lived beneath Naruto poked their heads from their windows to gauge the commotion. Each of their eyes widened when they saw the mass of people forming up.
"What's going on here?" one of the tenants shouted. "Why are you all here?"
Kiba scoffed. He'd like to know that, too.
One of the men at the front, a farmer, if the pitchfork in his hand was any indication, shouted a reply, "We're here to save Konoha from the demon!"
"We'll save our children!"
"Come join us!"
Again, the crowd became a raging jumble of screaming, and while no one could really understand what anyone was saying, no one would have missed the anger behind their words. But it was weird to the Inuzuka boy. He knew Naruto had played pranks before, and while he always got caught, everyone usually ignored Naruto. It made Kiba jealous, actually. He could barely run his mouth without Hana or his mom beating his ass. But when Naruto drew mustaches on the freaking Hokage—the four most respected shinobi in the entire damn world—no one even seemed to bat an eye.
So, Kiba couldn't even begin to imagine what his classmate had done for this crowd to actually cry for blood. As much as the kid was annoying, the Inuzuka boy definitely didn't want to see Naruto get hurt.
"But... we cant touch him. Won't the Sandaime—" someone in the apartment began to say, before one of the protestors cut her off.
"He'll do what? Kill the people he's supposed to protect?" shouted a man, his face burning bright against the flickering torchlight. Kiba scrunched his nose at the reek of cigarettes soaking his clothes. "We should have never let him back into the seat of Hokage. Now it's too late. Come down now, you demon!"
For a moment, the crowd stared upwards, screaming and taunting the little boy. Despite the severity of the situation, Kiba couldn't help but smirk at the stupidity the people were going about it. Sure, Naruto was dead-last in their class, but even he wasn't dumb enough to come down and face a mob crying for his bloo—
Naruto, you damn idiot.
He would not hold his beautiful baby girl, nor would he kiss the woman he loved, ever again.
Nozomi and Ai. One was hope, and the other was love. Both were purpose—his purpose to endure each grating day from morning to night. They were the only ones in the world who had believed in him, holding him back from the terrible abyss that was death. But since they had both died, it was a miracle that he, himself, had managed to struggle on for seven years. It was no use after all, to continue on like this. If he died, it didn't really matter. Perhaps, he was just looking for a way to go out that was worthy enough for his girls.
So when he was offered the opportunity to avenge them, Rei knew tonight was going to be his last day until he reunited with his purpose.
Around him was a shifting mob of people, morphing in and out of tangled shapes; they were screaming, but he didn't see or hear them. It wasn't because he didn't want to—Rei couldn't. Ever since that night, the world was a swimming fog, suffocating gray, and he was drowning in it. But now, after so long, he could see something. He could see his girls smiling at him, the chaos almost melting away. Ai was the moon, and her eyes were the stars. She was truly love. And his dear Nozomi, his sweet little girl, his hope was beautiful. Soon he would be with them, and together, it would all be okay.
But they were standing behind that kid, the demon fox.
Rei surged forward through the mass of people, tears blurring his already swirling vision. His face burned hot. His heart ran. Blood pounded against his ears. Bodies pushed against him, and he shoved back.
Nozomi... Ai...
He felt a scorching burn growing in his throat, searing boiling in his chest.
I'll kill the demon who killed you!
The man barreled forward, slamming his hand around the demon's neck and threw him into the earth with a sickening crack. Then he picked him up again and slammed him again and again.
And again.
Around him, the crowd surged forward, crashing into the two of them. Hands clawed at him, dragging him across the dirt. A sharp pain shot through his rib. Bodies leapt atop of him, crushing him against the ground. Yet, still, he could feel the demon writhing in his firm grasp. There was something warm, something wet covering his fingers, and he smiled.
Sharp and angry screaming erupted all around him. The words swam in and out of focus, as the person speaking was close, then suddenly became far, yet he couldn't make it out. He furrowed his eyebrows. What were they saying?
Then there was a piercing cry of a child from somewhere, shattering the muddy world around Rei. Suddenly, everything erupted into chaos, and he realized he could hear the voices around him.
"Die, you damn demon!"
"You killed my husband!"
"My son had so much fucking time left! God dammit!"
Rei could barely move his leg without a sharp pain shooting through it. He writhed, but it was no use. He, like several others were pinned against the ground by the mass of people trying to kill the demon. He felt someone's breath by his ear and a foot pressing into his side. Perhaps there was even a hand somewhere it shouldn't have been, but even if he wanted to do something about it, he couldn't. Slowly, the man's vision began to dot with white stars, then sink into a dark blackness.
He was going to be crushed under the bodies of his fellow villagers. The demon was going to die, and for a moment, Rei felt a numbness, unsure of how to feel. Was he going to hell? Sure, he was going to kill the worst demon that had ever lived, and people would hail him as a hero for years to come, but the truth was, he wasn't doing this for them, for the village.
This was for Nozomi and Ai, only.
So he was definitely going to hell, because he was a selfish bastard, while Nozomi and Ai were in heaven.
The man wept. He didn't hear the massacre which followed.
"Mom! Dad!" Sakura shouted, nearly on the verge of tears. Her voice choked in her throat.
Ino reached over to squeeze her hand. "We should go!"
For good reason, too, the blonde thought. She had seen dead people before, as morbid as that sounded, though only at family funerals. This was a little different.
It was entire chaos. The dirt street was soaked muddy crimson, drowning the heaps of bodies, some dead and others dying. Men, women, and children screamed, and the girls watched in horror, as they were cut down by several masked-shinobi. People scrambled for safety, finding shelter under food-carts, inside shops or homes.
For a moment, Sakura was frozen, wide-eyed.
"Sakura, come on!"
Ino took off sprinting, nearly dragging Sakura behind her by the hand. They bobbed and weaved through the crowd, which albeit, wasn't too difficult, since they were small enough to slip through the tiniest of cracks.
"Look!" Sakura shouted, her voice almost a whisper in the noise. Ino followed her friend's trembling finger, to where she saw several masked shinobi blocking the direction they were headed. "They're over there too!"
Beside them, a behemoth of a man collapsed to the ground, sending a cloud of dust spilling into the air. Tainting his brown clothes was a dye of darkness, from where a kunai protruded from his back. Ino felt her stomach flip, but she didn't allow herself any pause, instead yanking off to the side, following a trickle of civilians to a nearby alleyway. Before they could make it, however, something clamped onto the blonde's ankle, stopping her in her tracks.
"Don't leave me..." moaned a man lying on the ground, his fingers fastened tightly around Ino's foot. The ground beside him was an ocean of red, and she wondered how someone could bleed so much, before she realized the man was missing a leg. Ino's heart leapt in her chest. She began to shake him off, before she saw his face and stopped.
It was Tenchi. While she didn't exactly know the man personally, her parents did. He was one of Yamanaka Flowers' best customers. He'd actually bought some not too long ago.
And now here he was, lying in a pool of his and probably others' blood.
"Ino!" Sakura said, pulling her away from the man. Still, Tenchi clawed at the air, writhing in pain. With every movement, more blood seemed to squirt from the stump below his hip.
There was only a small hint of bile in her mouth, before Ino emptied her stomach onto the dirt, with Sakura following suit.
Ino was fine before, but now she couldn't stop shaking. Tears began to flow from her eyes, and everywhere she looked, the world seemed to be spinning. Her arms and legs trembled. Her head felt like it was floating. And so, she shut her eyes and fell to the ground. She knew she had to run. She needed to take Sakura and get out of there, but every time she tried to take a step, it was as if some invisible man was holding her still.
For what seemed like an eternity, she knelt there, until she felt someone grab her by the arm.
"What the hell are you two doing here?"
"Kiba!" Sakura shouted, instinctively throwing her arms around her classmate. The boy scowled, wrestling himself free.
"Quit hugging me, I'm not your damn Uchiha boy."
Truth be told, though, he was relieved to find someone he knew. Up until this point, running through the crowds alone, with people dying everywhere... he wouldn't admit it, but he may or may not have wiped some tears before he found the two girls. But he shook the thought out of his head, clenching his jaw.
You're brave, Kiba. You're never scared. Never.
"Let's go!" he shouted, hauling Sakura and Ino into the alleyway. While the former was relatively fine, the blonde girl collapsed onto the floor, letting out a flustered cry. She clawed her fingers in the dirt, her crying turning into wheezing, until she was left gasping for air. Sakura sidled up beside her, rubbing her friend's back with a gentle palm.
Senses heightened, adrenaline pumping, Kiba felt as if one more thing was going to set him off. Kiba opened his mouth to say something, to tell his friends they had to keep running, but thought better of it. Instead, he took a deep breath and sat down, leaning against one of the walls. Under his jacket, Akamaru growled.
"I know, buddy. Just a little rest."
And still, his hands trembled, his animal instincts ready to fight or flight at a moments notice. To him, it felt wrong, stopping here, but with one glance at Ino, he knew she was going nowhere. As much as he hated to admit it, the Inuzuka boy didn't think he was strong enough to carry her for that long. Of course there was the option of leaving her behind...
Kiba growled.
He definitively was not leaving her behind.
Inevitably, the boy's mind began to wander backwards, back to when everything had went to shit. One moment, Naruto was standing in front of the crowd, then suddenly he was being mauled by them. Sure, many people said the Inuzuka's were like dogs—but that, that was something animals would do. There was no way the blond boy had survived that. He must have been dead within seconds, and then, after that, came the masked shinobi. First had been the rain of kunai. Then the blades.
He had seen them before, those shinobi. At first, he hadn't been sure, but the more he thought about it, the more confident he became. Those were the shinobi who protected the Hokage, like his bodyguards, but that was impossible, wasn't it? Why would the Hokage's bodyguards attack the villagers? That would be like the Sandaime, himself, attacking them.
But before he could think any further, he caught the flicker of movement in the corner of his eye, as one of the aforementioned shinobi leapt from the top of the alleyway, his blade swinging downwards at the boy.
Author's Note:
So, first off, I just want to apologize for the huge gap between chapters. I find it funny how last chapter I had gave you all an update schedule, but then immediately went off of it, so I suppose I owe you guys an explanation. So... I was busy. That's what I got. There was a lot of personal issues, including work and whatnot, so thank you guys for being patient with me, and hopefully, I can return to a more consistent schedule. But, anyways, here it is, and we're almost getting to the end of what is the INTRODUCTION. Phew, goodness, what a long journey. I wonder how things will play out in the next chapter, hm? Is Naruto dead? Is Kiba dead? What will happen? Stick around and find out! ;)
-boringfirelion