Note to the Reader
Hello, and welcome to my AU Naruto story! I'm very excited to have anyone read this, and provide any feed back.
Before I get started I wanted to describe the setting only slightly. More will come out in the narrative.
This world of Naruto takes place along the same time period as the original story, however none of the canon characters exist. Some of the original clans are still around with new clans as well. In this writing a great catastrophe spread out many of the clans, and certain inherited jutsu have a tendency to pop up in unexpected places, that may have not always been genetic. For example there are senju outside konoha although rare, and they have the capability of wood release.
Things like the bijuu are still around, with some captured and some roaming free.
Its a time where wars and land grabs are still common, and the peace between villages is even more fragile.
Our story will focus on the smaller village of Takigakure. Revolving around 4 jounin in the village. Through this story I hope to explore how the other half live in the smaller countries. A country that has a lot to prove.
I hope you enjoy,
Prologue: Of Blood and Snow
Cold...pink...wet...
No it wasn't pink...more like scarlet. My head pounded, the chaos normally at play subsiding for an alien quietness. Opening my eyes the world danced to a waltz I couldn't get in step with...what had happened?...that was the main thought moving through my mind. Then, the world opened back up, my mind cleared, multiple thoughts began to occur at once...chiefly...we were in trouble.
The Takigakure forces slowly began to regroup. The sheer cold of the blast shaking them to the core, while the unluckiest of the shinobi now hung impaled from a multitude of glacial spikes extending from the wall of ice. They'd been taken by surprise, in a battle they had thought already won. An error that often resulted in death for even the best shinobi, and it had.
Pushing himself up, Maku tried to take stock of his battalion. Over half had been devastated by the surprise attack, while the rest where shakily getting to their feet. The only saving grace was that Youka's own had taken much less damage due to the direction of the attack.
A warmth was spreading inside his midnight black armor, while at the same time a cold breeze could be felt at odds with the situation. With great restraint the blonde shinobi forced himself not to look down. The damage was already done, but it would be nothing compared to their retaliation. The jovial play on his face was gone, replaced with an uncharacteristic shadow. Placing a hand on his chest that left a stain of red he reached through the fuinjutsu mark to speak to his brother. "Den...bring the medics in...we are gonna...need them." His voice was raspy, harder to get the words out than he had expected.
Forcing his frost covered hands to make some handseals he felt the pain ease, a warmth of comfort spread through his body, the self inflicted genjutsu was ill advised...even he knew that. Yet the battle wasn't over, and spying the smirking girl above the wall of ice had flipped a switch. Self inhibition be damned...this was why he was a shinobi. He prided himself on his position, this was the moment to prove it. Taking several steps forward the glacial wall began to recede, Taki corpses falling as though a macabre addition to the light snow.
Out of his right eye he saw the demon of red hair. Black tendrils searching from the crevasses in his hulking armor. There was no need for words. Their eyes met and they both knew the truth that was coming. He heard the priest give the retreat as he began to run forward.
They weren't brothers born by blood of any parent, but instead by the blood taken by enemies. It would take several minutes for the medics to arrive at the vanguard. By that time...one way or another the battle the two men ran towards would be over.