Hey guys! I'm so sorry that I never posted a story for so long. I never had the chance to do it 'cause I'm too lazy and my laptop got destroyed. Anyways, prepare for some extreme bloodshed and swearing. If you don't like that shit, then fuck off. Enjoy!

Uzumaki Naruto was running from a mob of angry villagers until he heard the sound of... wait... engines?

"Rip 'em apart, boys!" an American voice said.

Naruto looked up and sees a P-47 Thunderbolt heading his way, and its' machine guns started tearing apart the villagers as quick as it could. He then heard the sound of propellers whirring.

"GO GO GO!" another American voice said.

Another aircraft arrived except that it's a UH-60 Blackhawk and US Marines start fast-roping down.

"Kill everyone but the boy! MOVE!" an angry American sergeant said, shortly before his squadron opened fire, killing all of the villagers and unaware shinobi heading their way.

After the fucking horrible bloodshed is over, Naruto looked up at the man.

"Sir?" he said.

"Little dude, I'm Takeshi Murayama, Japanese-American and part of the United States Marine Corps. C'mon, we need to get outta here." The now identified Takeshi said as he and his men along with Naruto hopped into another helicopter, except that it's a CH-47 Chinook.

The story continues.

Short chapter, but you get the idea.