CHAPTER 2

Fog forest

'Eighteen years,' Zero thought as she crouched on a branch, peering through a pair of non-reflective binoculars a few yards from her position.

The woman's deep blue eyes stared at the group of ninjas as they ran through crudely made obstacle courses and chanted as one songs that would bolster their morale. They were divided into three sections: sword training, trap training and hand-to-hand training. Each group had a leader that barked out harsh orders that were obeyed without hesitation. The needle user watched them for an hour, waiting patiently to see what else they would do; she still had a few more hours before she was to meet the daimyo at the border of the country. She raised an eyebrow when one of the commanders, a blue haired man with a large scar passing through his left eye and lips to his chin, yelled for all of them to stop and to stand in formation according to their rank and specialization, even the medical ninjas filed in from out of the hunters line of sight from behind a large clump of thickly packed together trees. From there the blonde hunter read his lips to see what he was going to say.

"Men, the time has come to avenge our fallen leader, Lord Yagura, and finish the great work he started. The village is still too weak to spread out for them to stop all of us at the same time, so we shall attack the tower and from there everything will all fall into place. We will show no mercy and we will water the ground with the blood of those disgusting bloodline users." He spat and the forty something shinobi cheered after his declaration, raising their fists in the air and chanting the commanders name, which she could not see from her point of view seeing as the soldiers had their backs to her but she could clearly see the commander and discern what he was saying. The blue haired man grinned proudly but his grin faltered when a soldier called something to his attention, a question from what she could tell. A question that was enough to bring all of their spirits down and mumble to themselves with worried expressions, even able to make a few of them worriedly look around. "The Demon of the Mist, Zero Hunter huh."

The crowd of ninjas muttered among themselves even louder and the commander raised his hand for them to be silent.

"When that vile piece of rat shit rears her filthy head allow me to deal with her." He spat with veins throbbing on his neck, emphasizing how angry he was. She probably killed someone close to him; Zero shrugged and stood up, still looking at the camp of renegade ninjas through her binoculars. "I will show you all that she is merely dirt beneath our feet, a weak, revolting excuse for a human that has ever walked the earth." His head snapped to a soldier and he smirked lewdly. "Her mask? I will rip it off and show you that she is not a demon, but a little girl with nothing to her name. Matter of fact I will show everyone just how human she is when I violate her over and over again." He laughed and the soldiers joined in as well, hooting in encouragement. "You all can have a taste of her as well, as long as she doesn't die after I'm done with her."

Zero hummed shortly and smoothly sealed her binoculars into her palm; she'd seen enough.

The woman bounced from tree to tree, flipping dextrously until she was almost right above the last soldier in their ranks. She squinted her eyes and scanned them quickly, running through ways to effectively deal with her, until her right hand went up to her chest and she held the ram hand seal. "Hiding Mist Technique."

The already present mist of the forest thickened slowly, making the soldiers feel that it was natural, that was until it got to the point that none of them could see an inch in front of them. Their necks swivelled in different directions, trying to track the source of the increase in mist but the chakra in the air clouded their senses and the mist covered their sight, only letting them see pure whiteness and nothing else.

"It's the demon, Zero!" A voice yelled. It was a man with a wolfish facial appearance; he took a great sniff of the air again and shouted. "I can smell her! The demon is everywhere!"

"Find and kill her!" The commander screamed insistently, swinging his sword outwards in hopes that he would cut the dreaded ninja. "Don't let her escape! Bring her to me!" he stopped moving when he noticed something.

There was absolute silence in their camp.

Before, there had been hurried whispering and loud calls but now that he actually listened there was no sound. The commander began sweating, his eyes wide with shock and his body shifting in a circle, readily preparing to intercept the demon when she came for him. He felt a sharp object pierce his back and stab through his heart before he was violently yanked backwards. His back met the familiar feeling of the renegade ninjas' uniform and his sword clattered to the ground from the abrupt way he had been pulled back. Tormented moans and groans slowly came to him, as blood ebbed out from the open wound on his heart, and the surface he was pulled onto wiggled and moved, like he was tied to five people at one. He could hear his heart thump in his ears, sounding like drums of death that beat slower and slower, less with haste but more with certainty. The man tried moving his arms and legs, seeing as they were free, but as he lifted them up to begin weaving through hand seals they were also pulled back in place; he could feel an extra thin wire fasten him even more in place and wind around the surface he was secured on. More blood pulsed from the thin wounds the wire had opened in his wrists and his ankles, making the white mist swirl and flicker as his head lolled from one side to another from blood loss. Just before he closed his eyes for the final time he heard a voice whisper, almost like she was speaking to him in a low, ghostly voice.

"Longsword Ninja art: Earth Spider Sewing." A small smirk spread on the dying man's pale face after he heard the demon whisper on of her most unbeatable signature jutsu.

"See you in hell, demon."

Zero regarded him from the thick mist, not more than three feet away from his cooling dead body, and harshly pulled the wire connected to her sewing needle sword, making the thread tighten around the necks and wrists, as well as hearts and throats, of her victims, shrouded in the mist but from the vague shape of the writhing bodies that her mist allowed to be seen one can easily guess that the ninjas she tied up were more than forty, seeing as the sewn together bodies towered over her. The action of tightening the thread connecting them together deepened the wounds, or cutting off the limbs completely for some, hence killing them quickly with blood loss. Hunter clenched her fist slightly on her sword and muttered. "Longsword Ninja art: Charred Spider Web." And with a quick flash of blue chakra in the metal thread, which flashed even faster to red, the pile of bodies burst into flames.

The black smoke of the fire starkly contrasted the white mist of the hunter ninja as it wafted into the air while the mist thinned.

Now…time to meet up with the Fire daimyo and her brother, the Black Butler of the Royal Fire family.

The Demon Butler, Naruto.

Authors note

Naruto shows in the next chapter, I apologize for the short chapter; I'm not too well right now.

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