The Lord of the Sharingan
The Lord of the Sharingan
Chapter 1:
Shadow, shadow and pain; pain, pain and fire; fire, fire and flying serpents began their unholy siege to the eastern cloud tops of Middle Earth. But in the west, well in the west things
were different, slow, like dewdrops flowing from a dying snowflake, that gives way to the hidden leaf under it.
Leaf or 'lass', as the only recently departed elves would say, is the very name of a green haven in the western lands of the Shire. Narrow roads, houses sprouting from the ground, one
would have never imagined that civilized creatures lived here, but rather some sort of enormous rodents. In fact the habitants of Lass-Shire held an ancient grudge against rodents both
subterranean or air-born and never ever took very kindly to insults of that 'magnitude', for they were halflings, proud warriors and defenders of Middle Earth during the times when they
were needed the most. Did I mention they had a ninja school too?
To be truly honest though, the word 'ninja' was a serious understatement, as was the everyday life in the Shire. One would argue that the so called "ninja" school was nothing more
than an advanced agricultural academy, while others would simply state the obvious: it was a place where Hobbits learned how to throw with precision various kinds of vegetables at an
enemy, aiming for maximum damage. Kinda neat for Hobbits, but totally lame for normal people or any other sentient being whatsoever.
Renowned and exemplified among the Shirelings, this fine establishment would only accept pupils worthy of its name and proud stature, true heroes and heirs to the legacy of their
forefathers , valiant fighters with spirited souls and a knack for smoking weed once in a while.
"Barroooommm!"
A/N: I know my chapters are not lengthy but I'm working at it.