Author's notes: Well I said I'd abandoned this but the muses have been kind to me as of late and inspiration struck me over recent days to continue this story I'm going to unfold te events of the story in other people's views, so that none of the thoughts are from Naruto's perspective. And thus I have written the next chapter. I'll keep the chapters fairly short, I have little time to increase their length, but things will hopefully continue. I shouldupdate Naruto of the seven this weekend.

The Tsuchikage was sat at his desk in the high toward, overlooking the whole of his domain. In every street the preparations for war were evident. Day after day the grain piled up in the warehouses in preparation for siege, should the enemy turn the tide of the attack. Wagons carrying weaponry poured into the high-walled citadel. He disliked the idea of war, but he wanted the leaf to be humbled, as the Stone were so many years ago. Thus the preparations were made for the ultimate insult, when he approached the most famed shinobi in the world three weeks ago.

Flashback

As the Tsuchikage neared the end of his journey he swallowed nervously. For over an hour he had walked through the labyrinthine corridors, dimly lit by torches casting flickering shadows on the rocky walls. He'd been forced through these caves in a circuitous route that caused him to lose all sense of direction. But what he'd seen amazed him. To him this was a true Hidden village. From what he knew there seemed to be only one entrance, a masked cave in a sheer rock face, screened by powerful genjutsu and seals. Walking through the complex he was overawed. First came a residential area, seemingly he passed a hundred rooms, and through opened doors he'd seen communal rooms, bedrooms and a large dining hall. Each was lit by a gem hanging from the sealing, the energy from them was palpable, and he was surprised by the feeling he strength of Chakra emanating from it. He'd heard of minerals that projected pure chakra, but he had no idea they could serve such a purpose. The whole layout of the complex had worried him, it seemed as if the man he was to meet always expected an attack, as the torches and thin corridors were perfect. Torches could always hide traps that electric lights couldn't, and the thin corridors could be collapsed in times of siege. Leaving the residential area, they came to fork in the paths, taking the left, they came to another, and going right another. The Tsuchikage had been in awe of the complexity of the caves. He realised that at the end of each path were almost certainly deadly traps in their hundreds. Soon they came to straight paths, and once more through open doors he saw great things. He was at an armoury now, and what an armoury. A myriad of arms lined the walls of a great hall, a library of every weapon conceivable. Next came the Smithy. From his angle he could see everything. From the back a great furnace spewed tongues of flame like a great volcano. A trickle of steel ran down like magma from high above and below the heat burst forth from fiery kilns. Hulking giants beat with heavy hammer the metal to blades of every sort, and the resounding clash of the anvils. It had taken so long, and he'd seen much, but soon he'd speak to the greatest shinobi of all time. He swallowed nervously, and tried to blink back the stinging in his eyes from the sweat built up upon his brow. He could feel the great chakra from the Hall in front, in washed over him and filled the air with tension. The cavern widened and as they rounded the corner the torches were replaced with gleaming gems illuminating every corner of the cavernous corridor. Soon the sealing rose to twice the height of a man, and the door loomed ahead. Side by side, spearmen stood at the door, cold, calculating eyes gazing into the Kage's own, seemingly reading his very thoughts. He tried to remain calm, so steady his breathing and soothe the panicked beating of his old heart. It had been a calculated gamble coming here, risking everything to show good faith. He'd heard the rumours of the man, ad it was well-known that should you require his services or those of his men then you came yourself , the renegade wouldn't talk to a messenger boy, and of those sent only one or two had ever returned alive. Steeling his frayed nerves, the old man stepped up to the gates, with a mighty groan, creaked open before him.

"Welcome to my humble abode." The old man gaped at what the lithe ninja called humble. The high ceiling were resplendent with glowing gemstones of every variety, the towering statues twenty-times the height of a man glared down on the pitiful mortals that walked through these walls. From them was suspended a long gantry, which running along the walls was framed by hundreds of bows and innumerable quivers of arrows. The military instincts of the Kage saw the sense in it, the final stages of the siege, the desperate killing of the enemy. Once forced to retreat to here every man, woman and child would line up on the gantry, take a bow and fire into the oncoming enemy. A killing ground to massacre enemy troops. A final act of attrition, until the last man standing wins. The way a leader designs his city says a lot about he man, and here was a loyal soldier with a tactical mind. The Tsuchikage, looking at the man in front of him, could not believe the reports of the boy's early life. Reports that told of a hyper child unable to perform the simplest of tasks, this wasn't him, this couldn't have been him. This was a military genius, who had designed a military compound to withstand any attack. The Tsuchikage locked eyes with the infamous rogue, he wanted to learn about him all he could.

"You like my home then?" There was a hint of mirth in the young man's voice as he spoke, sitting from a throne at the far end of the hall. His icy-blue eyes sparkled in amusement, the reired shinobi assumed it was at his expense. Taing a good look at the man, he was in awe. He could feel the power of the man reverberating within his very soul. Those cold eyes, the hard face, the dense muscle tone covering his entire body. All of it spoke power, power noother man on Earth possessed. Once cast off as a nuisance, none could say that of him now as they felt the mighty strength of his Chakra.

The Tsuchikage tried to force his body still, but the effect of the vast arena and the knowledge that he stood before a warrior more god than man sent a shiver down his spine and made him gulp audibly. He tried to steady his voce to answer, but he stammered and stutters, his tongue clumsily tripping over words that once came so easily to him. "It...It is very…very fine!" The old man nodded his head for emphasis, but mentally scolded himself for such cowardice.

The young shinobi before him chuckled, a merry sound less heard in such troubled times. "And hear I heard the Tsuchikage was a man of indomitable spirit, as fine an orator as he is a warrior, I had not expected a timid man who tumbles over mere words." The Tsuchikage noticed the young man grin warmly, nothing like the bestial smiles that legend speaks of. "Fear not my good man, I am a legend only to my enemies, you'll find me kindly enough."

"I apologise, Uzumaki-sama, but your reputation precedes you, it is a little intimidating." It came to the Kage that false fronts were unwise, bluff as useless against a man who instinctively knew if a man was lying. Walking into the enemies hand, don't lie, don't steal, and maybe they'll let you live. Some would call it cowardly, but when there's nothing to lose by telling the truth, lying isn't worth the effort, especially when it'd get you killed. "Excuse my bluntness, but I have business to discuss, may we begin."

The man nodded, eyes narrowing, their artic blue taking on a steely tone. "Very well, come with me."

Author's notes: Well here's the second chapter, I think its turned out well, but I leave it to your opinion. If you want me to continue please read and review. Should you wish it so, the next chapter will be Sakura's experience with the godlike renegade.

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