Naruto must have been chanelling Kakashi when he stepped into the classroom. Because his first impression was to instinctively hate everyone there... If only to prove that his self-preservation instincts were working. These people were idiots at best, incompetent at worst, and somewhere in the middle was an angsty suicide cult waiting to happen.

Sasuke glared at him, not knowing why, but for some reason he felt the blonde was mocking him. Or even worse, mocking his dreams of making "magic cool-aid" with some hooded followers after killing his brother.

Not one of the Ninja in this room had a chance of surviving real combat. Himself, excepted of course. Naruto had already survived actual combat. Even with his years of training under the five, their was a massive chasm that separated him from the powerful beings who followed him. While he was their leader, any one of them would slaughter him in battle.

But then again, it was a rare individual who could stand up against the five. Not even all five of them. Just one could stop most opponents. All five could stop most countries.

Of all the Ninja here, Naruto knew he was the best by a wide margin, with the second being... Here he paused to look over the possible students. Most probably thought Sasuke was the best. Sasuke was maybe fifth. Nope, there was a quiet girl in the back of the class who could beat him if she tried.

Seeing that girl caused a tingle in the back of Naruto's mind, like he had forgotten something important. Racking his brain he tried to remember her. He chased down every detail that he remembered of Konoha before he left. Still she evaded his memories.

Finally Naruto gave up, subtlety never was his skill anyways. Though recently he'd gotten MUCH better at it if his recent plans were any indication.

"One."

KA-CHOOM

Ka-chak

"A-Two!"

KA-CHOOM

Ka-chak

"And THREE!"

KA-CHOOM

Pulling his camo-cap over his eyes, the fifth member of Tengu lay in a field of fresh grass. His massive rifle within arms reach, the barrel still smoking from the shots fired from it moments ago.

"Ah! Can't forget the most important thing!" Picking up his rifle, he pulled back the bolt on it's side, freeing the empty shell casing. With a well-practiced motion, he pushed a new bullet in and slammed it shut.

Ka-chak.

Music to his ears.

Umeko Watanabe was nothing special. This was something that the young Kunoichi had known her entire life. She had tried, oh she had tried! She worked day in and day out to master the arts of the Fuuma clan, but her hands were clumsy and she never learned even the weakest family teachings. Today was her last day to prove herself, where she had fought for a chance to prove herself. If she failed... Her father would marry her off to some merchant, in an attempt to gain the family political power.

To Umeko, this was a fate worse than death. She was part of a dozen Fuuma clan warriors, sent in to support the five when they raided the base of Orochimaru. The sickly-pale snake man had lured off dozens of her fellow clansmen with promises of power and wealth.

In doing so, they had betrayed their clan. The punishment would be death. A traitor deserved no less.

Umeko was one of many who had wanted to join Orochimaru. Who could resist the promises of power that left his honeyed lips? And his silver tongue seemed to whisper through their dreams, endlessly offering his gifts, there for the taking if they were only brave enough to do so.

She was a 14 year old Kunoichi, 5'6" tall, with pale brown eyes. She had never believed that she was special, and a life of failure had only cemented that belief within her body. Despite all that, she had a fire within her soul, a flaming desire to live life on her own terms.

The other Fuuma clan warriors stood, shuriken and kunai in hand. She crouched in a tree, two spools of razor wire held tightly in her grip. A failure with kunai, a failure with the sword, a failure with jutsu... But razor wire had always been fun. So it was what she trained with, in the hopes of one day becoming a skilled Kunoichi.

Three shots burst through the forest, though nobody knew where the shots had come from. One of Orochimaru's men crumpled to the floor. Another fell against a wall, before sliding to the ground. The wall behind him was red with blood. The third man jumped back in shock, the bullet barely missing him by a fingers width.

Sighing in defeat, the warriors of the Fuuma clan turned around, knowing that their raid against the one who stole their comrades away was a bust. Their leader had promised allies who would help them succeed, but with the guard escaping the base would simply lock down. They would never get in, all was lo... Oh. Never mind.

The guard had jumped backwards, saving his life from the tiny lump of lead which almost obliterated his throat. Unfortunately, the rest of Tengu was on standby just in case Takamashi got lazy.

And so the guard found that when he jumped back, a man stood up from the bushes by the side of the road. This man wore the red cloak and red beaked mask of the relatively tiny criminal organization "Tengu". An organization so small that none of it's members were even in the Bingo books.

This man who stood wore baggy clothing, with stitches that ran over large gashes in the fabric. He moved rapidly, and no matter how the guard tried, he couldn't sense the man's chakra. It was like the man had no chakra at all in his body. Then the Tengu operative grabbed him by the neck.

The guard could feel something amazing filling his body, spreading through his limbs like fire... And then the amazing feelings shifted into pain. He could see his chakra network, overloaded with a chakra so powerful that his system began fluctuating. The mass of chakra within his chakra network was roughly equal to the nine-tailed fox in full on attack mode. It was so powerful it created a "Current" pattern within his body, just like the moon creates currents in earth's waves. But these currents weren't gentle, bring your kids to the beach currents. These were fifty foot tall tsunami currents, and when the chakra bunched up within his tenketsu points it overloaded them. His tenketsu released chakra in a powerful spike, enough chakra to create a LITERAL spike of energy, which tore through everything; muscle, skin, bone, even the tenketsu themselves.

Seven spikes of chakra were created within the man's body, each causing more pain and damage than the last. By the third, he could no longer scream. By the fifth, he no longer had a throat to scream with. The seventh of the spikes shot from one of his organ chakra points, liquefying his heart in a powerful spear of unstoppable energy.

The Tengu member backed away, leaving the Fuuma clan warriors to gape in awe at the power displayed. The body spasmed on the floor, because though the guard was dead, his chakra network would keep fluctuating with that devastating power for a few days. Spikes from his chakra points tore through the ground, his body, shrubbery around the ground... Stepping within ten feet of him wasn't safe.

Just as the Fuuma clan were wondering how they would get into the base, another member of Tengu appeared. The man who looked like he lived in a garbage can and smelled almost worse ran up, quickly tossing a blanket over the spasming body. A five-pointed star was written on the blanket in blood, and odd black lettering encircled the star. The body vanished into the blanket, which folded in on itself until it was shaped like a small peach. A five pointed star glowed on top of the wrapped sheet, and one by one the points stopped glowing. Every two seconds another stopped. Three points remained when the smelly man, who held his glowing pendant in one hand, grabbed the peach-sized orb and threw it into the base.

Orochimaru's bases were never poorly built. They represented his most advanced capabilities, both offensive and defensive. No less than fifty Ninja manned any of his active bases, and small groups were always kept at decommissioned bases. The guards were unofficial Chunin, having forgone the Chunin exams to keep their skills and capabilities private. One Jonin would control a base, guiding the soldiers beneath him as they led the soldiers beneath them. A few bases had multiple Jonin manning them, but this was not one of them. This base wasn't even important enough to warrant curse marked warrior support! But the man in charge of this base wasn't once called "The last hope of the Fuuma clan" for nothing. The base kept dozens of genin as "trainees" though in actuality they were little more than cannon fodder. Three had just died outside, but the man in charge didn't bat an eye. Using his chakra strings, which he had attached to every Ninja on the base, he knew whenever an individual died. Within seven seconds of the first guards death the low-level chunin had formed an assault squad of no less than twenty men, and were rushing out armed to the teeth.

These were powerful warriors, each with skilled techniques which they themselves honed to mastery in an effort to impress the great lord orochimaru. Fire, wind, water, earth, and lightning attacks flew the second the doors had opened, racing forward with the accuracy of practice. But one attack flew back at them.

The doorway was sliding open, grinding open along a near invisible middle seal which perfectly sealed the facility off from the outside world. When a bandaged object flew in through the hole. These trained warriors dodged it, the groups designated defensive fighters placed a dome around it before it hit the ground, while the offensive fighters fired three lightning bullets, a water dragon, and a pheonix flower at the man with his green glowing pendant. The last the sound Ninja thought about the bundled item was why it had a five pointed star with only a single glowing point on it...

The destruction was monstrous. No human should have this kind of power. These were Umeko's thoughts when she first set foot inside Orochimaru's base. Her next thoughts followed a vomiting session, something that many of the other Fuuma clan warriors were sharing in.

Holes drilled deeply into the walls and doors of the entrance hallway, and these holes now held pools of blood, bone, discarded limbs, and human waste. It was a disgusting sight. Especially to Umeko. She had always believed in the Ninja stories, you know, a hero valiantly saving the day, or an individual standing up for their clan to protect what's important to them. This... This was the true reality of the Ninja world. The powerful massacring the weak who unfortunately had different views. These Ninja had followed Orochimaru, so they died in droves.

Umeko saw another girl, not much older than she was, trying to move an arm that didn't exist anymore.

Worst of all was the smell. The stories never told you about the smell. The dead flesh had yet to rot, but the chakra spikes that had torn through their strongest defenses in a instant had mutilated everything and everyone. A handful of people were taken prisoner, but most simply begged the Fuuma to kill them.

Umeko found the girls missing arm and returned it to her. The girl smiled at Umeko, and passed out from blood loss. Umeko was sick of it, she couldn't bear to see any more. She grabbed the girl, pulling her out of the corpse filled room. She lay the girl on the grass, and after cutting a strip of razor wire, began stitching her arm back together. It wasn't a professional job by any means, but might allow the young sound Ninja to keep her limb. A woman in a Tengu mask, who's every footstep rattled something beneath her coat, walked up to Umeko.

"My teammates are monsters aren't they? Don't worry about her, i'll take her into town and find her a good medic. Head back in girl... You still have a mission to complete." Without even pausing for Umeko to thank her, the clattering woman picked up the sound Ninja and rushed off with her.

By the time Umeko forced herself inside of the building, the smell of death had filled every nook and cranny.

The sound Ninja who had been in critical condition were now dead. Of the twenty three who had entered the room, six would leave it. Four men, and two women. Three died of their injuries within an hour. By then the base was on lockdown, so Tengu led the hunt through the corridors for the remaining security forces. As a squad the group moved, twelve Fuuma clan Ninja, and two members of the astoundingly elite gang known as Tengu. Based on this single mission, every one of the Fuuma clan Ninja were firmly behind the idea to join Tengu.

Sound fought back of course. They knew the terrain, they had the advantage of surprise, and they were better Ninja than the Fuuma clan warriors. But the group made it. They lost three of the Fuuma Ninja, and Umeko had a long cut down her forearm from a katana slash that barely missed anything vital. They reached the center of the facility, where the control center would be. The doors were locked, the Jonin in charge behind them.

It was going to be a dangerous fight, something every one of the Fuma knew. They readied their stances, and prepared to charge the doors once they opened. Then the strong smelling bearded Tengu walked up to the door, and slapped a five-pointed seal on it. He yelled, "Five Style Seal: A Week In Hell!"

The entire central chamber; Jonin, elite guards, all of it, vanished. Not a speck of dust remained. Just a smoking crater in the middle of the facility. Every one of the Sound Ninja felt their Jonin leader's chakra string markers get cut.

Naturally they all decided now was a good time to retreat.

39 Sound Ninja escaped the facility. Twenty eight Chunin and eleven Genin. They ran out as quickly as they could, before anyone showed any interest in following them. The sniper took a few shots, and killed two of the Chunin before they escaped, but that was more for fun than anything else.

Tengu stopped the Fuuma clan from pursuing the Sound Ninja. This had been their goal after all, engage the sound base, win, and let them crawl back to Orochimaru.

The hand of challenge had been thrown down, they would have to wait and see if Naruto's plan was truly as ingenious as he thought it was.