Chapter III
Hinata hadn't been given a chance to check on Naruto, since as soon as they reached the gates of Konoha, Yamato had left to the hospital with him, and she had been forced to do the debriefing for the failed mission.
As the debriefing jounin asked her many question, she answered as quickly as possible, trying to get over with the procedure so see could see her crush.
She was worried. Even trough she knew about the Kyuubi, as sending her to face a possible Akatsuki attack without such knowledge would have put her into a disadvantage, the full horror of knowing that Naruto had a demon inside of him didn't settle down until those maddened red eyes glared at her while growling in alien tongues, and she knew that what had happened to Naruto was not within whatever parameters the seal he bore had been designed…he seemed possessed…but not against his will.
"What the hell happened?!" Asked Tsunade angrily, as she put Naruto into a stretcher and carried him into a operation room with Yamato´s help.
"We got split up. After several hour we found Naruto on the shore of a river, in pretty much this very condition. When he saw us he began to overflow with Kyuubi´s charka. I had to seal it, but the tag I used is burning up very quickly."
"You allowed your team to be separated??" She shouted furiously, glaring at Yamato. She took a deep breath "Never mind. I'll take care of you later. Help me here" The tag on Naruto´s back was almost gone now, and she was forced to put Naruto on the center of the operating room, a bare room filled with a complex array of seals to magnify the control of the medics using them to the incredible levels required to perform surgeries or other delicate rituals.
Yamato wondered why Tsunade was so insistent about taking care of Naruto personally, instead of allowing some nurses or something to help, but he quickly dismissed the thought. No other personnel, bar Tsunade, Jiraiya and himself were suited with dealing with the potential dangers that the Kyuubi represented. During an emergency the others would only get in the way.
But there was something bothering him.
"Tsunade-sama…during Naruto´s possession…he acted like a Horror Bearer…" Said Yamato, hesitantly. Tsunade immediately stopped what see was doing, and looked at Yamato, her face ghostly pale, eyes wide in horror.
During the age of legends, when the God of the Stars still watched over mankind, the term horror bearer was used to describe the men and women who lost control over their chakra and became heralds for dark, horrible things. Believed only meaningless superstition from a age of barbarism, most scholars gave little credit to the ancient writings detailing, sometimes with gritty details, the nature of such beings. Most of the tomes had been lost mysteriously, and the shinobi villages unanimously forbid the studies of such matters, yet the legends remained
However, experienced ninjas like Tsunade and to a lesser extent Yamato knew better, they knew why these legend were best buried. The establishment of Konoha as a hidden village was only possible by the destruction of one such man, Madara the Betrayer, founder of the Uchiha clan.
The full extent of Madara´s corruption was kept secret by the Shodai, as to protect the children of the Uchiha clan, who by then were little more than a handful of baby bastards, product of the betrayer's depravation and the soiling of innocent woman of the village. Despite all the pain Madara caused, Shodai was unable to kill his newborn offspring, being a man of compassion despite his fearsome skills as a warrior.
Even after Madara, other Horror Bearers appeared around the elemental nations periodically. Prophets of dark, bloody cults; raving madmen, depraved nobles, power hungry practitioners of kinjutsu, summoners of nightmares…
The horror bearer took many shapes, but they were all shared a common trait: their worship of what they call Chaos. Asking about chaos was a damming question, if there was one. No single man had been able to answer it without becoming a horror bearer himself.
The shinobi villages had death squads to hunt these men down, and it was among the daimio's of the elemental nations main reasons to keep the hidden villages well founded and supplied. In Konoha, such responsibility befell originally to the ROOT division, but the extreme measures that its commander, Danzou took in the persecution of horror bearers ended in the shutting down of the organization, and its responsibility being handed to the more traditional ANBU black ops.
"I…I may be wrong…it was most likely the Kyuubi…but he did say something about the "black hand of chaos"" he said, muttering the word chaos as if it would call forth something horrible. Yamato had only been sent against a Horror Bearer once…and the experience had been a nightmare.
Of three squads of elite ANBU, only he and two more survived. One was on a psiquiatric ward, and the other one had quit the ANBU corps to become academy instructor.
Tsunade didn't look too relived at hearing that, and with a grim face, she made three hand seals. The seals in the room glowed, for a moment, and Naruto stopped breathing.
"What the…?" Asked Yamato, astonished that Tsunade would kill Naruto over just a suspicion.
"I just placed him in stasis, to keep him unconscious. If he has become a horror bearer…we will need Jiraiya with us. He is the most experienced apart from Danzou when it comes to dealing with this things…and Danzou´s definition of dealing means killing them all and let kami sort them…Go get him, I have to feed charka to the room to keep him like this."
"I could have placed another tag on him" said Yamato, confused.
"The only stops the Kyuubi´s charka, not his own. Which means that even with a tag he could wake at any moment, and if has become a bearer…there is no telling the damage he could cause before we can contain him. If I learned something in the war with Iwa, is that no precaution is too extreme when dealing with something like that." Tsunade´s grim tone spoke volumes of the terrible thing she had experienced. The war with Iwa was remembered for the sheer cruelty that both sides unleashed, and times of turmoil like those made the horror bearer's numbers soar.
The war could have ended much, much worse, if it wasn't for the secret arrangements between the ROOT and it's Iwa counterpart, codenamed BRILLIANCE to keep cooperating in the hunt of taint despite the raging war. Besides, the Daimios while generally content in letting shinobis kill each other at their heart's content, had always made clear the proliferation of horror bearers in their domain would be held as sole responsibility of the hidden villages, and failing to hunt them down would mean the end of their support to the villages.
While hidden villages were powerful, a standing average of a couple thousand combat capable shinobi per village meant that they would fall within days before the hundreds of thousands men and woman the Daimios could call to battle, without counting priests, alchemists, scholars, seal masters, artificers, and other lesser profession capable of charka molding that inhabited the bustling cities of the elemental nations.
Charka molding was by no means a monopoly of the hidden villages, being something that almost anyone could do with little training. What set shinobi apart was that their particular mixture of charka techniques, physical prowess and grasp of subterfuge made them the most deadly force in the world, but still far from unbeatable.
"You could just sedate him" Said Yamato
"I could, but even with the Kyuubi supressed, his body has already adapted to a very fast metabolic rate. I wouldn't know the proper dosage…besides, if you would stop questioning your Hokage and get Jiraiya quickly, we could get this over with!" said Tsunade in annoyance, a vein popping on her forehead.
"You said that Uzumaki-san was "not fully himself" could you elaborate?" Asked the jounin tasked with debriefing, a very tall and thin man with a gaunt face who seemed well in his forties, especially because his graying hair and the wrinkles around his eyes. Like most veteran shinobi, he had deep bags under his eyes.
' The life of a shinobi is meant to be short and end in a blaze of glory, not forgotten away in a desk job like this' Thought bitterly Nanoshi Haragane, as he waited patiently for the sad excuse of a shinobi in front of him give fumbling, stuttered description of her eventful mission ' what these Hyuugas had come to…back in my day pale eyed kunoichi were the stuff…ahh those ice goddess I fought alongside when assaulted hawk country…'
"H-he was screaming in tongues…s-s-saying s-something about d-daemons and chaos…"
'And when we took out the Kuraime clan…it was like seeing geishas dance…except bloodier and…' Suddenly Nanoshi straightened like a rod in his seat and looked wide eyed at Hinata.
"Repeat that again" He commanded.
"…W-what?" asked Hinata, taken aback but the sudden change in humor of the debriefing officer.
"What did you just say? Repeat it!" He ordered again, loosing his patience. Kunoichi should not stutter! The girl in front of him was infuriating him.
"He was screaming…about d-daemons…and chaos"
'shit, shit not here, not now, one of those here…one of those in my village…I need to warn the Hokage…no…she is with him now…it may be too late…Danzou will know how to deal with one of them. He was the expert back in the good days' Thought the veteran frantically, leaping from his chair and out of the office in a hurry, leaving a very dumbfounded Hinata behind.
"…?" She asked herself, before deciding that now would be as good moment as any to check on Naruto.
"Ohhh…ahhh…mmm…beautiful…just beautiful…yessssssss…ohhh….that's the way…" Mumbled Jiraiya perversely as he peeked at the woman in the hot springs, a faint trickle of blood running down his nose while he took notes in a small notebook.
Yamato stumbled a little as he spotted the bizarre scene. No matter how many times he saw it, he could never fully believe how the man in front of him, who he knew personally to be one, if not the wisest man on the elemental nations after the third's death, and wielder of vast powers and secret, unique techniques, could act in such undignified ways.
"Excuse me, Honored Sage." He said respectfully. He had never really spoken to the man, and while he had seen the way the Hokage and Naruto addressed him, the memory of the battle of the Grassland of Shame during the war with Iwa, when the hermit had used a ritual technique of the like few were ever used in the war was enough to make him reconsider the thought of being casual with the grey haired pervert.
He shivered a little as he remembered the image of the man atop a hill overlooking the burning grasslands littered with bodies and tainted with blood, eyes blazing blue with burning power, hands spread to the skies as the very air crackled with sealing patterns summoned by pure force of will, and the black clouds swirling above him.
Yamato had been there, fighting for his very life as a chunnin against the superior forces of Iwa, when the entire battlefield fell silent, and all looked at the man that stood on that hill like a god.
"Souls of my enemies, essence of my foes…It is my will that you…must…BURN!"
He said, in a voice that roared like the very rocks and the very skies were chorusing it with Jiraiya, the glowing seals appeared in the Iwa shinobi skin and the very fabric of reality seemed to bend around them as they burned from the inside out, their eyes and mouths opening in a silent scream as their backs arched to the point of snapping bone, and then exploding in a gust of blue fire that consumed their bodies.
Only a few managed to resist the command and survive, but they were quickly eliminated. Somehow, Yamato had felt that killing those survivors was an atrocity worse that the slaughter Jiraiya created with the power of his words. Anyone that managed to survive something like that should have a well deserved second chance at living.
It was the only battle in which Jiraiya took part, as after the execution of that single, terrible technique he had fallen in a coma that lasted until the end of the war, but it had been one of the turning points of the war and was the first of many victories won by the leaf, leading to the Massacre of Barren Hill, were the fourth had, in a similar feat of ninjutsu mastery, vanquished the full remnant of the Iwa forces.
He had not been there but whatever the late Hokage did had to be damn epic, if Jiraiya´s feat was almost forgotten in the wake of his pupil accomplishment.
"Kiddo! What your problem? You interrupt the great Jiraiya´s research only to stay there with your eyes glazed over?" Asked Jiraiya annoyed, as he had given Yamato his attention a while ago and had been waiting for him to say something.
"Uh…ah! Yes, honored sage…im afraid the I will have to explain on the way…you are required at the hospital" He said quickly, turning to leave expecting the sage to follow.
"Wait! I'm not going anywhere if you don't tell me what this about." Stated the hermit, striking a pose that wouldn't look too out of place on a six years old.
Yamato turned to look at the hermit, slightly annoyed with the man's lack of professionalism.
"It´s about Naruto…and the horrors" he said lowly, but loud enough for the hermit to catch on. Jiraiya´s hands immediately blurred, as he made hand seals at a dizzying speed even for a elite ANBU like Yamato, and vanished in a whirlwind of leaves.
Yamato was surprised to say the least. Teleportation jutsu were awfully imprecise and unpleasant to the user, specially over short distances. As one of his fellow ANBU eloquently said, it was like traveling trough a tunnel made of shit. Cold shit.
That's why only jounin were allowed to learn it, and even then most choose never to use it after their first use…also another reason for it's lack of use was the ever present rumors about jounin using it and never reaching their destination, or returning changed. Yamato didn't believe them, as they had never been confirmed, but he belonged to those that would rather avoid the technique. It really, really was unpleasant.
That the hermit used it only to go to the hospital spoke volumes of his mastery over the ninja arts, or at least about his self control.
Choosing a more traditional mode of transportation, Yamato leaped into the nearest building and speed towards the hospital.
Tsunade was startled when she saw Jiraiya burst into the room in a cloud of smoke. Honestly, she was never one to meddle with the more esoteric parts of ninjutsu and during her early years as a ninja left that to Orochimaru, and to a lesser extent, Jiraiya, dedicating herself to the more noble art of healing, and straight ass-kicking.
She could beat Jiraiya or Orochimaru with a hand behind her back in a plain taijutsu match, and apart from bringing the dead back to life, there were few the ailments of the body and soul she could not heal, but despite that, she seriously hated the damn teleportation jutsu. How Jiraiya could use it so effectively was a mystery to her, even after in a drunken haze the man had tried to explain it to her. She was equally as drunk, so apart from something about "faith in the Ominisiah" she didn't remember a word of the explanation.
"Care to explain why the kiddo is in stasis? And why tree boy came to me sprouting nonsense about horrors of all things? If this is some kind of joke I swear ill…" Started Jiraiya.
"Jiraiya shut up. You know better than to think anyone could kid about that. Specially when Naruto is concerned." Said Tsunade offended. " I sent him for the Uchiha boy…" she started explaining, only to be interrupted harshly by Jiraiya
"You what? How many times I told you to send ANBU after that brat. He is a traitor. Just like he was…"
"Naruto is not you. He is different…if someone can make someone change his ways is him. Just because you failed doesn't mean that he will too." She bit back, her eyes widening a little as she realized that she had crossed the line.
Jiraiya´s eyes flickered angrily.
"Ohhh. So the drunken legendary sucker will give me a lesson about idealism. You are many things, but naïve? Bah…tell me what happened, so I can fix it, like I fix every one of your screw ups" He said bitterly.
"That was low Jiraiya…really low…this is not the moment…but this conversation is far form over." Just as she said that, Yamato entered the room.
"Ah, Yamato, please explain to Jiraiya what you said to me." Said Tsunade, still a fair share of bitterness on her tone.
Yamato looked at the two, not needing to be a ninja to sense the tension in the operation room, but decided that he didn't fell like meddling with the two most powerful ninja in the village and their personal issues, so he proceeded to make a very short explanation of the event leading to Naruto´s condition.
"…shit." Was all Jiraiya said, his face thoughtful. 'Minato assured me that the seal would made Naruto immune to the Kyuubi and the great enemy…has the beast found a way around it?'
"Tsunade, dispel the stasis" he said, kneeling next to Naruto´s body. Tsunade did as told, and immediately his chest started to rise and fall again.
"Yamato, deactivate the tag."
"Are you sure? I had a lot of trouble containing him last time…"
"We are two sennin, and you're the Shodai´s blood runs in your veins. He won't be able to overwhelm us."
Yamato did as told, and immediately Naruto´s back arched and his mouth opened in a silent scream, his eyes blood red and unfocused. Jiraiya began making hand seals and muttering some low chant, but Naruto was by now trashing in pain.
"armes lorai seret…armes lorai seret…"
"Help me keep him still!" said Tsunade to Yamato, as they took hold of Naruto and tried to keep him pined in the ground, while a blue fire began to surround Jiraiya.
"ominisiah olivin artes…soremm al kalay…"
Naruto trashed even harder, his skin bubbling in boils that exploded in a gusto f blood and red chakra.
Tsunade and Yamato hissed as the charka touched them, leaving black patches in their skin.
"Hurry up! His charka is too poisonous, we won't last much longer!" Urged Tsunade between gritted teeth.
The seals in the room began to lit in a concentric pattern around Naruto, glowing a electric blue and humming like a huge engine.
"Ego etpraesieo, KAOS ABEO!" shouted Jiraiya, slamming a finger on the center of the shiki fuujin. The seal glowed purple for a second, and Naruto´s skin rippled for a fleeting moment with dark, foul symbols, before vanishing again, so fast that not one of the present noticed.
"Five pronged seal!" yelled after removing his finger form the seal and then slamming his other hand around the seal
Naruto´s back arched even more, and then the red charka died down, while his body stopped spasming and his breathing became even again.
"What did you do?" asked Tsunade sharply, after checking the boy's vitals. She hadn't forgotten her previous conversation with the hermit.
"I used Ancient Ritual: Purification to cleanse his charka coils, and then the five pronged seal to stop further taint from the Kyuubi…"
"Ancient ritual?"
"The menace of the horrors is ancient, and it is spoken of in many texts predating the foundation of the ninja age. Back then horror bearers were more frequent, if less powerful, and specialized techniques were created to deal with such threats. The purification ritual I just used is one of the simplest, yet more potent ones. It closes shut the eight celestial gates, forces the remaining charka to leave the body, and then opens the gates again, ensuring a flow of new, untainted charka. However, with the Kyuubi presence, the ritual would have failed, so I also closed fully the seal, to keep any of the demon's charka from his charka coils."
Blood. There was blood everywhere. Konoha was a ruined village, purple flames burning endlessly the twisted buildings, spikes of bone and putrid flesh wrapping around the once colorful edifications, marring them with the dark colors of death. Bodies, flayed, mutilated, tortured beyond comprehension were impaled on the spikes protruding from the buildings, moaning in unending pain as the purple fire keep them alive so it's makers could mock their suffering.
The streets were slick with layer after layer of dried blood, and even more flowing from the tortured bodies. The sky was a sickly purple, twisting in unholy shapes that defied sanity, and the dim light of a pale sun bathed the hellish landscape in a faint glow that somehow managed to highlight the bleeding gashes and moaning faces of the tortured men and woman while leaving the rest of the village in darkness.
Naruto walked alongside the main road of Konoha, towards the Hokage building, a strange feeling of detachment protecting him from the nightmarish sight. A faint bubble of red energy crackled around him as the bone and blood soaked street creaked under his steps.
The Hokage monument had been defiled, the faces of all Hokage but the first and the fourth marred with unholy symbols.
The fourth's face was the same, but it's symbols had a odd, terrifying beauty to them, painted in golden and far more intricate that the others. It's eyes blazed with purple flame, and the regal expression Naruto remembered was replaced with a triumphant smirk.
In contrast, the first's face was full of hateful, disgusting symbols that hurt even to look at. A downcast, defeated expression was set in the first face, and rivers of blood flowed from the Shodai´s stone visage, like it was crying over his once beloved village, now turned into this den of corruption and suffering.
Naruto reached the Hokage monument, and sparing a empty gaze to the ravaged bodies of ninja that littered the doors, he entered it.
The tower had been repainted with blood, dying shinobi whispering to themselves as Naruto walked past them, as if he wasn't there. They painted words in dark tongues on the walls with their own blood as they died from gruesome injuries, crying and laughing at the same time, all trace of sanity long gone.
In his unnatural state of detachment, Naruto only wondered briefly what kind of enemy could have rendered elite jounin into such a state, but the though was quickly dismissed as he reached the door to the Hokage office.
The gates remained unsoiled of the symbols that tainted every wall of the tower, bar a single one, which despite its simplicity conveyed malice far greater than any of the more arcane ones. Naruto felt a shiver run trough his spine, as the red barrier surrounding him buckled briefly as he put his hand to the door to open it, just above the eight pointed star that had been burned deep into the wood.
As the gate opened, a gust of purple light washed away his barrier, and all went black.
"How do we know if it worked?" Asked Tsunade.
"It should, this ritual only has to possible outcomes. Either death or success." Answered Jiraiya, sparing a glance at Tsunade as he made annotations on his notebook while glancing at Naruto´s seal.
"What?! You mean this could have killed him?!" Asked Tsunade angrily, grabbing Jiraiya by his shoulder.
Jiraiya slapped her hand away, scowling.
"I know what I am doing Tsunade. You have never dealt with this sort of thing. At least not like I have" he said, staring at her straight in the eye.
Yamato watched the discussion silently, trying to remain unnoticed by the two living legends. His hand ached from the contact with the Kyuubi´s chakra and something was bothering him at the edge of his consciousness. Suddenly, he felt something off, and looked at Naruto.
"Stop being condescending with me! I was there too when…" She started, but suddenly a unnatural coldness rose in the room. The two turned to look at Naruto, as he was surrounded by purple light. Gashed appeared in his skin, forming horrid symbols in blood, surrounding the five pronged seal.
Yamato heard a chorus of mocking laughter filling the room, and having never faced such a manifestation of warp energy his mind shut down into merciful unconsciousness.
Naruto began to rise like a rag doll from the floor, angry whispers filling the operating chamber, while Tsunade stood petrified at the feeling, remembering a similar event many years past.
Flashback
"Dan! Dan! Don't die on me dammit!" She screamed as she poured more healing charka into the purplish, stinking wound that covered her beloved's navel.
The land around them was blackened and death, a unholy mist raising from the ground. Flies festered in a multitude of rotten bodies around, while ROOT members used fire jutsus to burn down the unnatural marsh.
"Tsunade, let go. We must burn the body before something happens" Said Jiraiya, his clothes tarnished and tainted with black, foul smelling blood. Orochimaru watched the scene with impassivity, his eyes glancing curiously the way the wound on Dan's body festered and rotted away despite Tsunade´s attempts.
"No! I can heal him!" She snapped at Jiraiya, her eyes glazed with tears.
Jiraiya´s eyes widened for a moment, and in a feat of pure reflex, he grabbed Tsunade by the shoulders and threw her away.
She raised herself from the pestilent ground, red with fury when she saw her beloved attacking Jiraiya and Orochimaru, flies gathering around him as tentacles exploded from his sickly skin in showers of and black blood.
Flashback End.
Once again history repeated itself, as Jiraiya reacted faster than her. Naruto opened his eyes, blazing with purple fire, and grinned. Not the feral grin of the Kyuubi, or the foxy one he normally used. It was a depraved grin, the smile of a being that lived to sate the darkest of lusts and the most horrid of perversions.
Jiraiya already had a Rasengan on his hand, and prepared to plunge it into Naruto´s navel, but the tainted energy of the warp gathered on the jinchuruuki´s own hand, forming a madly spinning purple Rasengan that screeched like a thousand tortured souls.
The two moved their hands at the unison, the two spheres clashing in a shower of and blue light.
They struggled against each other for dominance, Naruto´s grin growing wider and wider.
"Hehe…it's good to be back, sensei" Said Naruto with, a voice that was not fully his own.
Jiraiya eyes widened in recognition.
Danzo was a man scarred by years of witnessing horrors and fighting them with burning zeal. He had a unbending will, and the conviction that only trough strength and a iron fist could mankind's baser instinct be controlled long enough to progress. And as the most formidable shinobi village in the elemental nations, he had the firm belief that it was Konoha´s duty to use it's strength to impose order in the world and cleanse it from the taint he had spent an entire life warring against.
But now, old crippled by his many battles and devoid of the drive and energy of old, he was left to rot in the shadows. ROOT´s were disbanded because the third feared their power. The old fool feared that he would try to attain power to himself.
Power!
The only thing Danzou craved was order. To try and attain the rank of Hokage to himself would have been counterproductive. So now, he had to content himself with waiting. ROOts lived; the members of the shadowy organization knew their duty as much as him. They didn't live to serve the Hokage, but to eliminate taint wherever it appeared, just like the Shodai did when he founded the leaf.
ANBU black ops could take care of things for now, but his agents were always there, shadowing them, lending them assistance when the enemy was to powerful and then returning to the darkness.
He knew that it was only a matter of time. The taint was unpredictable. Certain times saw horror bearers appear by the droves, attempting to destroy everything in their path, while others were relative peaceful.
Since the war with Iwa, peace had reigned, bar the attack from the Kyuubi. Danzou was well versed in the shapes of the enemy. He wasn't sure why, but he and his subordinates could tell that the beast was not a agent of the horrors, that's why he had asked the jinchuruuki to be handed to him for training many a times, only to be denied by the third.
He didn't dwell on that long. One day the boy would find the taint, as most shinobi do if they live long enough, and then he would have another recruit. He had watched him, and knew that the vessel's personality would not allow him to ignore a treat like that of the horrors.
But before then, he was ready. His body was frail, but his mind had grown sharper. He had researched ancient, powerful techniques to fight the taint when ROOT´s was needed again.
He would be ready. ROOT´s would be ready.
Danzou was cut out of his musings by the two urgent knocks in his door.
Flicking his only hand, a ball on his desk began glowing, lighting his dark, nearly ascetic office.
"Come in" He said calmly.
A old, disheveled jounin entered, a expression of dread on his face.
Danzou found the face familiar… "ahh yes… the destruction of the Kuraime clan… good times."
He remembered fondly. Men were much more enjoyable foes than the Enemy. They had honour, reason…things that made battle worthwhile. Fighting the Enemy was just a effort of survival, a task that held to gratification but living to fight another day.
"Haragane is it? You were with the Hyuuga task force at Kuraime´s…" Asked Danzou.
The man looked surprised for a moment, probably not expecting him to remember something like that. Nanoshi was a green chunnin back then, merely fifteen.
However, as soon as the surprise came, it left, replaced by the prvius urgency.
"Yes. Lord Danzou! I heard something from a mission debriefing of the utmost importance, and Lady Tsunade was on the hospital…you are the only I know that has dealt with these things." He said, almost choking on his words.
"What its then?" Asked Danzou, his interest peaked.
"It seems that the Kyuubi boy returned from a mission…but they had to subdue him because he went berserker…he talked about…chaos"
Danzou´s eyes widened. Maybe he was wrong about the Kyuubi?
"Are you sure?" He said, raising himself from his seat, and taking a great scroll that lied next to his chair.
"Yes! And he is with Lady Tsunade right now!"
"Were?" Asked Danzou, strapping the scroll to his back with surprising ease for someone lacking an arm.
"They're at the hos--"
BBAAANNGG!!
A great explosion thundered in the distance, and Nanoshi paled.
"T-that came from the hospital." He stuttered.
Danzou eyes grew steely and reaching below his desk, he poured charka into a seal written in the wood, away from prying eyes, and then, he performed several single handed seals, and vanished in a puff of smoke.
"It seems the waiting is over. The ROOTs of the leaf will see the light again." Thought Danzou, as his body moved trough the chilling sea of the warp towards the konoha hospital.
Author´s Note: The Symphony of Hatred continues, as the setting is fully set for the events that will rock the ninja world, and the very galaxy.
This chapter was mostly a way for me to "adapt" the Narutoverse to the Warhammerverse. To do so, i had to take into acount the all reaching nature of chaos. It woukd have been unfluffy if a entire world of psykers knew nothing about the threats of chaos. So, some of the characters had to be change and "modified" to fit in the grim struggle for survival that is the 40th millemim. Please, after readinbg this, i ask of you to takeseveral things into acount.
This is AU in every sense of the world. In fact, you may think of it as a completely different history from were all the previus background on the series is void, or all that you read on other fanfictions.
So do away with the presumtions that "such and such charater are evil" "that the village is full of child moslesting peasants" "that konoha is ruled by a corrupt council." Konoha is a fascist regimen were the Hokage has abosolutely all the power and the council is are mere advisors and liasons between the population and the ruling kage.
You will learn more about the make up of this Warnarutoverse of mine as time goes by, but remember. If there is something that seems blantatly out of place or a raging plot hole, it will be explained later...or i would have to make 30000 word chapters...or sail trough a sea of flames.