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The General Prologue- My life

It is said that the world of the shinobi is a mystical one. That is it filled with perilous danger and brutality whose likes are never seen among the rest of mortal men. That the world of the ninja is the very thing that young children truly fear when they cry for their mothers to protect them from the dark.

This is true…

…and I love it.

The world of shinobi, of ninja is indeed such a place . It is fraught with chaos, destruction, and danger.

But…

…it is also filled with hope, love, courage, perseverance, sacrifice.

This is why I love the life of shinobi, of ninja. It is life to its full extent, pulling the human condition to its most extreme points of depravity and righteousness in one.

The Life of a ninja, is that in which every breath is a lifetime all its own.

For this beauty and experience, I could not hope but to love it…

I am a shinobi, I am ninja…. And I am rather proud of it.

This is my tale. It is an odd story containing elements which at times which seem wholly impossible yet I swear they are the truth. Why haven't you heard of these events before you ask? Well, it's not exactly like I was trying to broadcast my movements for most of my life. Quite the opposite in fact…. But this leads me to an interesting point of my tale and from there we shall journey onward through my travels.

My existence as a ninja started off…. Well… for lack of a better term… ass backwards.

What else would you call someone barely old enough to enter the academy being listed as an s-class kill-on-sight missing-nin just because they wanted to leave the village?

Let's be honest. Not many people get their ninja ranking that way…. In fact… As far as I know I'm the only one that has…

Bastards

… In any case, Unlike other nin I did not start out in a village, get trained, and then run away like a resentful brat. No I friggin' started off at an s-class nin's ranking…Kami, I won't even go into how much trouble that….'cough' hmm, but anyways, I digress.

It was shortly before my exit of my home village that this tale rightly begins and it is there I now send you, BUT

Remember this…

This is more than just an adventure tale about people miraculously waking up with remarkable powers and wild bloodlines. This is not a tale about some inane hero or some prophesied child who leads under the banner of light in some form of another. It's not some tale about demons and gods (although I did 'meet' some) bestowing power and skills on another.

This is a tale about a struggle for survival, strength, and a place on this Earth.

This is the tale of how I Uzumaki Naruto, The Burning Sun, The Searing Blade, Raiden's Fist, the Rock's Bane, and Master of the Nine-tails left my home and traversed this world casting a shadow in my wake which could never be eclipsed

This is the tale of how I shook the snionbi nations to their foundations, gained fame, became infamous, wrought vengeance, and brought hope to the masses who sought change and a better life.

Before any and everything else, It is the tale of the only type of person who could pull such a thing off…

It a story of shinobi, of ninja.