A/N - So it would appear that I'm continuing this, for some reason. I edited chapter 1, so hopefully, it's not so bad anymore. I also changed a couple of minor details.

So, I recently went throw this and fixed all the spelling and grammar mistakes I could find. Did the same to Chapter 1.

THE RED WOLF

Chapter 2

Burning buildings engulfed his vision. The heat from the flames threaten to sere the flesh from his bones, as the flames reach towards the sky as if trying to bridge the gap between the earth and the heavens. From between two gigantic wisps of flame emerged a gigantic orange fox. Who's eyes bore into him, pinning him in place. He could not do anything but tremble in fear before the being in front of him. Every step the monster took caused the ground to shake as if the very earth was trembling in fear alongside him. The monster opened its gargantuan jaws and a black sphere, darker than even the unforgiving void of space, began to form itself out of several smaller blue and red spheres. The sphere then shot towards him with all the inevitability, finality, and authority of death. Just as he had abandoned all hope, white hair harder than any known element surrounded him, blotting out his vision, and with a gigantic indescribable BOOM, the world fell.

With a gasp, Wolf awoke. Sitting upright faster than the eyes of Chūnin or even some Jōnin could see, panting heavily and gasping for air, his body covered with sweat. His shadow clone which he had made to keep watch while he slept glanced over at him, then resumed his previous position. After he calmed himself down he got up and put his sleeping roll away. It had been a long time since he had dreamed of that night, he hated dreaming of that night. As he was stretching to loosen the various knots that formed in his muscles from clenching in his sleep, because of his dream, he noticed that his hands were shaking. He clenched them and thought to himself "it was just a fucking dream, git a grip, Wolf". He then took off with a pop as his clone was dispelled.

Wolf's mastery over the multi-shadow clone Jutsu is one of the primary reasons that he was allowed to go on solo missions because it meant that he was able to keep watch while sleeping. In turn that meant he didn't have to stay awake 24 seven for the entirety of the missions, nor did he need someone to watch his back. Although using his shadow clones like this came with serious drawbacks, for instants he had to deal with a massive headache from several hours of memories flooding his mind all at once. Also with the memories came the fatigue of staying up the entire night. Although he himself slept through the entire night, after his clone was dispelled he was confronted with the experience of having stayed up all night, which was exhausting both physically and mentally. This is why it was virtually impossible for most Jōnin to use shadow clones in this way. If it wasn't for his vast reserves of chakra and stamina, due to his heritage and the nature of his birth, he wouldn't be able to utilize shadow clones in this manner either. As he ran through the trees, Wolf shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of the unwanted side effects and to clear his head. Snapping his eyes forward and with a burst of speed he double his pace, he had a mission to complete

Menma was starting to lose his patients, first, he had been paired up with his airhead of a sister and emo boy. His one ray of hope for this team, Kakashi Hatake the copy ninja was a total no-show, it had been three hours since the last team had left. Menma let out a small cry of exasperation, he slammed his hands down onto the desk in front of him as he cried out "when is this bum going to get here".

"It hasn't been that long" came a familiar voice from Menma's right.

Menma deadpanned as he turned his head to face his sister and said "Mito it's been over three hours".

"Really" she said raising one finger to her lips quizzically as she looked up "I hadn't noticed".

Menma facepalmed, as Sasuke let out a small snort. At that Menma stood up, leaving his right hand on the desk and his left hand clenched into a fist near his head as he glared at Sasuke. Sasuke raised an eyebrow, looked at Menma, and said "you should be more patient".

At that Menma froes, an image of his older brother sitting at a ramen stand, telling him the same thing passed through his head. He sat back down his head lowered and shoulders shaking a little, he hated that this emo boy had reminded him of his late brother.

In fact, he hated anything that reminded him of his brother. His older brother who was dead. The official story was that he had died after succumbing to injuries he received in a training accident. Menma didn't know the whole story, and his brother's death may have in fact been an accident, but what had put him in the hospital definitely wasn't.

Menma clenched his hands together and muttered under his breath "if those women hadn't–" at that moment a soft hand came to rest on his hands. He then turned his head to see his sister looking at him with concern on her face. Despite the fact that she was a total airhead she could still read him like a book, and she knew exactly what he was thinking about.

"You ok" she said softly.

He let out a small breath and said "yeah, I'm fine" and then more softly "thanks".

She smiled back and nodded, and then suddenly and without warning the door opened.

After Wolf had arrived at the village, he concealed himself on a cliff overlooking the village. Where he had observed one of the villagers being buried alive. Wolf did not interfere because he had been ordered to investigate and eliminate the perpetrators, not to save the victims. While observing, he pulled out a piece of parchment and began to record his findings. Being buried alive was a vast understatement, they were having a full-blown funeral procession for the man. Wolf watched with morbid fascination, as the coffin was lowered into the ground, still shaking from the blows from the man inside. All the participants were wearing large black robes, with hoods that covered their faces. They formed two lines on either side of the coffin, and directly behind the coffin was a larger man. He was also in a robe, but he had on what Wolf thought was a gigantic backpack underneath his robe, which gave him the appearance of having a second head.

The two-headed man was spouting grief written nonsense about how he was sad that the man had died. Despite the fact that the man was clearly alive, causing a racket from inside his coffin. When the funeral was over, the participants began to walk away. Wolf then rolled up his piece of parchment, and gave it to a messenger bird, then released it to fly back to the leaf with his report of the situation.

As he released the bird, Wolf looked down and realized that the large man had stopped and was pulling two identical, oddly shaped swords from inside his robe. They were straight double-sided and had two curved sword tip-like protrusions on either side of the blade, one near the tip and one near the base. They began to crackle with lightning, and Wolf jumped backward out of pure instinct, as lightning struck the ground where he had been moments ago. This caused the cliff to collapse in a rocky avalanche that swept Wolf down towards the base of the cliff. While hopping from one piece of loose falling rock to another, Wolf noticed the large man closing the distance between them. Wolf drew his sword and instinctively funneled wind chakra into it. When Wolf landed on the ground he brought his sword up in front of him to block the double sworded strike, that the large man had aimed for his neck. The large man's sword still sparkling with lightning, as the two warriors separated from each other.

With astonishment, Wolf realized that the two swords had left two small grooves in his weapon. This astounded Wolf because blades enhanced with lightning chakra should not have been able to get the better of blades enhanced with wind chakra, due to the fact that a wind change in nature was superior to a lightning change in nature.

"How wonderful, I have another funeral to look forward to". Said the man.

"This man clearly has a hard-on for funerals". Thought Wolf.

The man grinned as he raised his swords pointing them in Wolf's general direction. They began to crackle with lightning before each shot out a both of lightning striking a different rock behind Wolf. With a puff of smoke, the rocks disappeared.

Wolf narrowed his eyes and scowled behind his mask, "How did he know those were shadow clones". Wolf Thought.

Earlier when Wolf had been falling, he had created two shadow clones and had them transform into rocks in order to disguise themselves amongst the falling debris. He had been sure to use the falling debris in order to screen his actions from view. There was no way this man could have seen Wolf make the shadow clones.

Wolf began to examine the man more closely, and it wasn't until his eyes fell upon the blades in his hands did he realized what they were and who was holding them. They were Kiba, the Lightning Blades also known as the Boltswords. Which meant that the man standing in front of him was none other than the A rank missing-nin, Raiga of the Seven Swordsmen of the Blood Missed Village.