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Despite them being children they sorted themselves out without much issue, even if the bickering Yugo and Zi poised for one another was squashed on the forefront it was clear to her that it would likely become a point of interest in the grand scheme. She stifled a motherly chuckle of sorts as...

The raikage would watch as all of her young prospects came to be within her presence; it was somewhat of a sight for sore eyes to say the least. She removed her village from the political stage in an effort to bring it from the depths of what could easily equate to failure. They hadn’t failed to...

The Anbu did their best work in the shadows; it wasn’t any different than any other shinobi village. They were responsible for operations far beyond their villages borders and political obligations. However when the time came for them to do the work of the hidden hand that directed them was that...

Those that worked in the shadows always came to the light for their most basic dealings and the Anbu of Kumogakure were no different. They were working to ensure the villages safety on the most basic level after the attack but even amidst this tey were always skulking about the shadows. Where...

The villages anbu were fast at work even among the regular shinobi and it would become more apparent as things went on. The younger generation of her village was already proving their merit with each passing hour let alone minute. They were working hard to ensure the safety of those that were in...

The Raikage had done her duty saving herself and the people of her village all in one single stroke and in doing so her body plummeted to the earth below. She was blessed with a power unlike any other and yet among it all Gyuki the beast she humbled fighting beside her to protect those of...

Gen sighed after hearing otaru’s voice cut through the open air. He enjoyed the quiet serenity that came with training alone however the addition of another wasn’t exactly cause for issue. This was more of a tongue in cheek moment for the young boy as he gave Otaru a once over. His weight...

Shambolic, that was the nature of the battlefield currently. The mist swordsman that found themselves initiating the clash with Kagaya. He seemed to be enthralled in the idea of laying this entire village to waste but alas even good invasions come to an end. He could feel in the very fabric of...

Meanwhile on the outskirts of the cloud village moments before the clash between Lime Light and the Raikage No matter the district, no matter the land, the anbu black ops were some of their respective nations' most skilled shinobi and those of the Cloud district were no different. They had been...

During the squabble in the village streets… The village of Kumogakure was going into a case of madness; it was a sight to behold even for those capable of withstanding the effects of what had transpired. However that was the problem with any well laid plan, there was always an outlier. Where...

The subtle clang of clashing blades resonated on the air and much to Otaru’s surprise he would find that gen hadn’t even drawn his sword at all. It would likely come as a shock to anyone incapable of perceiving the spiritual aspect of ninjutsu and combat alike. Gen’s entire clan prided...

Chika sat with her hands placed perfectly beneath her chin with fingers interlaced as she allowed Indira to enter. Despite the things still going awry within her village and district alone her thoughts seemed to be so at peace. The disturbance of the lands people was something that needed...

For the first time since humanity’s creation of ninjutsu, the brilliant flame that brought humanity its grace and shinobi their brilliant fervor for conflict came a beast like no other; Kagaya bared his fangs without fetters!! Kagaya’s form seemed unmoving and to those so set on an onslaught...

Like moths to a flame, the shinobi of the Mist District were coming from near and far. However, those who chose to confront this beast of a man would find no quarter in their hopes or their dreams. He stood as a sentinel among the living and the dead alike as the first of many attacks came to...

The third training ground, bathed in the warm glow of the sun, unfolding as a verdant expanse of dense forestry. Towering trees, their canopies interweaving to create a natural ceiling, cast dappled shadows on the forest floor. The air is crisp, infused with the earthy scent of moss and the...