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The grey clouds broke into an epic dance between the two brothers thunder and lightining, as Katsumi took a glance at the massive village that stood before him. The journey here had been something of a task, but as soon as he stepped into the land of fire it had grown expoundingly easier to travel. The weather had been changing often, allowing him to easy slip past ninja on their way to the village. Katsumi gazed for a moment at the heavens as they sang down to the earth. A lightining bolt shot forth from the darkening sky, illuminating the village. Katsumi's memory shot back to the night he had come back to find his house burning, his mother and father's screams echoing out into the darkness. A swirling vortex of hatred soon started building up within him as he approached the gates. He took his time, trying to slow down his heart rate. He wanted nothing more than to rip apart some of the ninja responsible for the murder of his parents. He also knew that if he ran into a village this large with only emotions as his guide he'd soon be lost and he'd have to prepare for his final moments. Part of him knew that this wouldn't satisify the rage within him, but it was soon silenced as another bolt of lightining struck no further than 20 meters from where Katsumi stood.

It must have illuminated Katsumi's firgure, because the guards stood up inside their resting station. The guards were huddled in their small rest station; Katsumi slowly walked past, pretending to not take notice to them running out, most of them fumbling over one another trying to get to him first. Katsumi hated wearing hats, but the small straw hat he had picked up on the way would help him maintain a casual look for as long as the situation called for it.

Finally one of the gaurds caught up with him and with a sense of duty and pride asked, "Sir, I'm going to have ask you what you're visiting Konoha for, because it's quite obvious you're not from around here..."

Katsumi pulled the hat over his face, and sighed trying to conceal the beast of hate building inside of him before answering, "What gave it away...?"

The guard didn't catch the sarcasm, and answered, "Well, your swords for one, I know I would have noticed someone that has swords like that..."

Katsumi stopped him there, "My swords, huh? Do you want to see them?"

He couldn't stand it any longer. Though the guard wasn't part of the group who had done it, he was part of the village that had allowed the killing of his parents. The death of this young ninja would allow him to refocus his skills so that he could find the organization within the village, and make them answer to the judgement he had brought with him.

The guard caught on, and started to raise his hands, "Sir, you need to step back..."

Katsumi didn't hesitate, as he ran his hand down the shaft of Amaterasu's handle. As he drew it, a flash of brillant lightining shot across the sky. The sword reflected the plasma's light into the dark sky. As he drew Katsumi tightened his calf, focusing a small mass of chakra around the muscle. A tight, dense ball of chakra expanded and pushed Katsumi towards his first victim. The massive torrent of wind shot out from Katsumi; all his rage was spoken as the wind rose the dirt up from the road and tossed it about as the storm sang to his power.

The young guard didn't have enough time to draw anything to defend himself, and as the distance between himself and Katsumi grew smaller his facial expression changed from concern to pure fear as he saw the face that would bring him his final moments on this plain of existence. The young guard didn't have a chance from the moment he laid his eyes on Katsumi. The last thing he watched was Amaterasu's kissing blade taking hold of his chest and taking from him his life and his last memory. Katsumi drew the blade close as the cut was made slinging the man's blood to his allies, standing in wait, only left to watch as their friend was torn in two.

The thunder finally clapped, sounding the drums of war. This was only the beginning of his plan. One of the guards stepped forward, drawing a kunai to defend himself. The other two ninja turned and ran, trying to make it to the gate before death pulled them into the raging abyss Katsumi brought with him. The armed guard ran at Katsumi who had stopped and waited. The guard was only a mere meter from him when he jumped, and used the guard's shoulder as a wall to jump from. He expanded his chakra in the last moment of the jump, flipping the guard into the hard ground. Katsumi lifted his sword to the heavens as a lightining bolt flashed across the sky once again. The guards happened to turn around at the same time, just to see the end of Amaterasu enter both of their throats and leave. Their blood shot across the village gates, and across Katsumi's chest and face. Katsumi looked down at their faces, both of them looked as if they had finally realized what it was like to have true fear. One of the guards tried with his last breath to say something, but only a bubbling brew of blood, spit and tissue poured out of his mouth. Katsumi's face tightened even more with rage, feeling no satisfaction from the blood pouring out on the dirt. He turned quickly realizing that the other guard was only now getting up.

Katsumi ran directly at him before he had a chance to lift his kunai. The sword ripped into his chest, spilling his life onto the dirt road. The man's bloodied face gasped, and spat blood as Katsumi drove the blade all the way until the guard stopped it from going any further. Katsumi slowly started turning the blade, making sure that the last remaining memory any of these ninja had would be hopeless pain. Katsumi took Amaterasu, and wiped it clean from the edge of his sheath. The thunder god roared out at his victory.

Katsumi took his kimono and covered the blood that was splattered across his chest. The blood on his face still dripping from his nose stayed, only masked by the small straw hat he had found. Katsumi was now answering to a primal call within him. He wouldn't stop until this bloodlust was satisified. He took one last look at the bodies, and then turned; walking into the Hidden Leaf Village.

Konoha never really changes. No, change is something that moves slowly forward in the shifting eyes of times. As time moves away from them, Konoha picks up the trail tailing behind the path that time had created and still creating. Konoha wasn’t particularly too far behind time but it wasn’t exactly riding its ass or surpassing. It was trailing along beside it like a canine is loyal to its master. What time does from time to time is forge a path that ultimately makes a circle which can only be summoned up as a ‘repeat in history’. Ultimately, it can be harmful to the village and each time it happens, they only look at it in confusion as something that happened out of coincidence

Coincidence wasn’t something Yuushu was familiar with. Asking him if he believed in such a small concept was asking him if the sky was red. Yuushu mostly ridicule the sight of coincidences and sometimes abandons the lady of luck for a more pre-determined path that has been set up in the long run of things. Was it coincidence that today was more than likely a day for it to storm? Asking the meteorologist at this point after the fact that there the mixture of high pressure systems and low pressure systems was something that happens all the time and by random chance these two things mixed together to create a bad storm.

Yuushu didn’t see that even with the lightning that zapped the earth only fifteen miles away from where him and the group was walking, he didn’t see it as random chance. Instead, what he saw was the cosmic game moving along for the ride, not really chancing anything to make it appear random but following a strict plan.

He held his hand out with all of his fingers spread. A ring that held so many different colors within the gem was almost as mesmerizing as the eyes of the Uchiha he met not too long ago. How her eyes, cyan in color like a stone untouched by time, could’ve swept him off his feet. It was the same for this ring, specks of different colors that Yuushu couldn’t even project in words and was lost in what the true colors actually was. Mixing in the colors of shades of orange, red, blue and green, it struck out at him, distracting him for a brief moment on the current objective: To make sure Konoha was aware of their existence.

Ok, easy enough. Just go in, make a scene, he didn’t know punch in a few people faces in or two, punch in a wall and get out. Bing bang badda as he would say in a situation calls for something that is short and sweet. He didn’t know how well that could actually happen. It’s not as if he was with a team of short and sweet type ninja. Leon (which was his real name and not Poseidon. It took him a while to find out his damn name) the psychopathic man who possessed the Jingou threads that made quite an impression when they first met. Granted, Yuushu saw how he resembled that of a monkey, a dumb acting yet smart retaining monkey who had spider-like qualities when he hanged upside down over the bar counter in Thursdays. Yuushu unofficially called him Monkey Spiderman but of course his real alias name was Mr. Wednesday or what he would call Mr. Hump Day.

The man who had pretty much assembled them together was Michio or Mr. Thursday. Yuushu might call him the “organization leader” but he didn’t believe that this Michio character was the type to be a leader. Yuushu understood from the moment he kept on repeating Chaos that Chaos was the main person in charge. He was more of the secret agent who had some type of authority in the sense anarchy had authority over a post-apocalyptic society. All of them wore mask, all of them not wishing to reveal their identities just yet. They want the world to know they exist but not exactly have them hound them down just yet. “Just enough to put the little cracking feeling of fear in them” one of the many voices of Michio said. Yuushu also notice that too about his new partner/associate. He had a tendency of talking to himself as if someone else was actually standing there talking to him. He could easily wave it off as schizophrenia but that would be too easy. He’s only met a few schizophrenics in his life, more so after he left Konoha. They weren’t as stable as these people was-well as stable as you can get with you’re a schizo. Michio had tendencies of drifting off into sentences that seem so damn clear of his mental state. But who was Yuushu to judge? He had a tendency of being the wild and party child. So far, he’s gotten into more bar fights than normal-two in the past week and that’s a lot considering he only goes to bars once in awhile.

Thunder rumbled in the surrounding area sounding like a war drum beating. Yuushu stomach made a twist in his stomach. His stomach lifted up then rumbled as well, then felt as if he had butterflies in his stomach. “Ok so-” he said to no one in particular "The plan is to go in, get what I need and get out. Seems easy enough" Yuushu found great pleasure in saying that something as difficult as infli

He was arriving at the gate. No doubt that the guards would question if not go into action if things went a bit out of hand. Yuushu wanted to take a more inconspicuous approach in the manner. Though busting through doors is a hobby, he liked the feel of being all suspicious all the more. It was that ROOT side of him speaking and he was hoping for that side to satisfy. But another side of him wanted to bust through the door. He wanted to bust through the front gates. Cause that entrance that he wanted and hopefully do some collateral damage in the process. But it appeared that neither one of them would even have to deal with the guards.

"Well looks like someone took care of business. Less work for me I guess" he said, mildly disappointed "No doubt someone got here before I did" The only question in the manner is who was this person who inflitrated into Konoha so boldly. No other guards that was coming this way. Yuushu did a quick scan over the area. The empty streets only prove how fast this had happen, how panic stricken they had gotten at first seeing the mild debris of people's junky asscesories on the ground, untouched and touched food sat comfortably on the concrete and no doubt the insects would feast upon. The rumble of thunder yet again sounded only softer this time and far off.

Yuushu kneeled down to one of the guards. There was a deep laceration through the chest. A clean stab penatrating through the sternum and into the chest cavity. He didn't have to take note that this man had died only moments ago with most of his lungs and heart stabbed in vital places. Even if he did survive the initial stabbing, the internal bleeding would had got him. This person was good, no simple novice in this stab. If it was a revolting group, a rampant genin or chunin, the amount of precision would've been slim to none. It wasn't even a group, that's the thing. A group would've had more casualities. This one expert killing was caused by one person. This one person no doubt had a agenda. He had no problem with one person causing some heavy party favors but he wondered how Michio and Leon would take it. He smiled. It was only thing that was proper at this very moment was to show that he was going to have some fun today.

"Damn. This guy sure didn't like how this party was going"

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