Grabbing an eye appealing novel that had been released in small amount through out the villages he decided to take a glance within the pages upon a small cliffs ledge.
Chapter One Introduction
The true birth of Zero was long before breath took form in his words. It was during a past life that Zero was constructed though he had no memory of such. It was upon a time that he was small of heart and size that he dreamt of a free world. A world upon which he had no rules to grasp around his ankle and no power to choke the breath from his dreams instructing them to follow any certain path. He was but a academy during his first life that was the first and last title he would receive upon the harsh rule of a village hidden within the leaves. His name far from memory though his luck was tightly grasped by fortunate and despair. He was rare indeed as he was shown mercy to be born into a prestigious bloodline. It is still uncertain as to whether he was so latched onto the idea of intelligence trampling power or possibly his love for the shadows and darkness but whatever the reason, whatever the luck he was born…a Nara.
Like the many around his time he was new to the world and new to the form of people that inhabited it. With nothing but amazement in mind he took to something he was far from used to and attempted to make allies amongst possible enemies. Very closed off and defensive personally he knew as an academy student if things were to happen in which they could at any moment with anyone as life dictates he would die in an instant. His one true friend was his accomplice though because of many differences in thought the young child did not trust him in times of uncertainty yet. It was the very first lesson taught by a very strict and intelligent woman Shikyo that changed the poor boy onto the dark path, onto the horrible truth that one could should never let someone into their backside or close standings without worry of the dagger of betrayal rearing itself.
During the first lesson of his schooling the young boy had been called to the outside grounds. It was a training exercise that would allow for the studies of his abilities to work together, compete and strive. Using his and others techniques along with their finely tuned grammar they were to be judged on all they did, they wrote and they planned. It was to be a marvelous test as those within it only expected to be judged off the contested presented. There were around 10 or more academy students, most his strength some stronger and others looking brand new to the ninja franchise. Out of all of them his close friend stood as one though again this was a competition and like many it was what made his truest of friends into the most serious of rivals. Whilst his rival stood almost his equal in level his speed and stamina toppled over our would be hero. It was then when learning that the test was a up cliff climbing race that the first scheme was planned.
Setting upon the other academy students he strolled and rose to common conversation in hopes of striking an ally. It didn’t seem like a difficult stage but this was unknown territory to the boy and with experience in this subject he would both gain confidence and wisdom. Out of the many he spoke to his interest had been gained by one like himself. Though it would be rightful in saying two as he and his brother stood equals. They were both around the same level and age but even better they were both the fools. Thinking this he decided these shall be the ones to aid me and his first official group was formed of four people. It was almost to the end of the alliance that the race had just begun. They spoke very little on a plan or form to win just on targets as to not accidentally both aim for one and allow someone to take a huge lead denying all four a chance at victory. Doubting any had formed such bonds the poor child grew overconfident…he grew stupid.
There is was within the middle of this cliff, this test, this mountain upon trial and error it stood. With every step and every inch gained another enemy fell for ploys and tricks leaving the alliance to gain way.. It was beyond his thought that before the goal of reaching the top was even achieved that betrayal could make its presence known. The true finish of the race was not yet known so for any with intelligence to think the first obstacle the last was simply foolishness. However within the brothers mind this must have been the truth behind their deception as the eldest attacked with a genjutsu. It placed an illusion of a stone in the place of where my hand went to grasp. It was then that I fell about ten feet in distance but an immeasurable amount of pain, suffering, anger, hate and a hole that would soon swallow the world. To mark the betrayal with insult the words echoed down towards him from the mouth of the stupid wishing to pass this off as opportunity… “Sorry, don’t take it personal it’s a race right?”
Curses…many upon many curses flowed through the mind of the kid. It wasn’t as though he had lost nor that he was counted out but because of his problem with rage and vengeance it was no longer his mindset to win. It now transverse the many implications he could go about in forming the end of his so called allies. With the only exception of his friend he brought unto the academy he wanted the brothers heads and heart on a pike. It was to late to stop them sadly. That lead only grew because of his weakness in body. It was painful beyond words to watch those who hurt him to succeed. Though they placed third and fourth to step atop the mountain it was as he though a measuring point on the journey not the end and the brothers made a fatal mistake in thinking they upset a simpleton. For the only thing to be compared on a state as large as the vengeance that this shadow born seeks was the intelligence he had in his schemes to achieve them by any means necessary. It was then he thought about every genjutsu he majored in. Nothing of damage but much in conjunction with his bloodline to leave the two far from victory. It was then he emerged from the cliffs side to the top along view of the grassy plain that he lost hope. He was not only behind but because of the grass he lost track of his target. He didn’t know that this class which held so many top level students was also being held as a genin test. Even if held it wouldn’t have changed his next actions. With tears building behind his eyes he vowed vengeance to himself. He would get the ones that lost him his placing, his plans, and all he held dear. It would be in this life and every life to follow.
It was then he turned back dropping from his class to undertake his mission. He was to weak and to young to kill another without being killed himself. Thinking the countless ways he could trap them and detach their heads from their bodies there was no scenario where he wasn’t caught and beheaded himself. Talking to his one and only advocate at the time he began a dream to early. It was only to happen as a missing ninja. As one who held no village his own he could grow even further and faster than that of his future victim. It took many days and nights watching the gates, those who were u and around the village, calculating the time it would take to disperse from the country, along with what may have been unaccounted for. His calculations had learned from previous events that all works should be thought through with every possible detail imagined involved in the equation and to add an unknown factor to every element. That lead him to hold only a fifty percent chance minimum but seventy percent maximum chance within his minds eye.
It took the most guts not in planning nor in the convincing of his friend but of course in executing his strategy. There was much to lose, his friend, his confidence or what was left and most of all his life. At the time of his era there was only one to two that was said to have escaped the grasp of Leaf before. With deep breaths and shallow hearts he signaled his man it was time to move. They dashed marking their time of departure and keeping an eyeful watch of any to attempt to stop them. This was a new marking it was a new beginning but only if they make it. It got closer and closer to the end of the run and as it counted down slower and slower he began to feel regret as he left behind something of truest importance…he left behind the one that would be name Killer Kyuuten.
It was his little brother he brought aboard only to have left him behind in his own ambitions. Maybe it was that which sparked him as he was sparked. It could have been that day that very little legend that could have placed a blacked hole in the heart of the future unstoppable force. It was uncertain to tell but one thing was for certain was that he could not turn back now. It was a couple minutes from escape when the Nara noticed it...a presence so close but to far. It was easy to see that the intent in his eyes was to stop and question the young genin leveled ninjas who wandered beyond the area deemed reasonable for them. It must have been luck yet saving the boys as they crossed the boundary belonging to the Leaf. They had done it, they accomplished what few did and at a level that none had dare attempt such a feat. Now he was whole. His mind just needed a jump start gained with betrayal his confidence needed a boast gained with victory and his goals needed a destination that was soon to be accomplished upon setting foot within the missing lands.
With a laugh they smiled at each other and yelled “We did it, we fing did it!” it was a victory to be short lived as now we were free and like most free men who wished to achieve what was sorely sought we were to be hunted, killed and shown disgrace to further shame any with thoughts of such. However this did not stop the two young missing nins as word grew and spread from village to village and even amongst many lines of communication without the two knowing they had began a buzz and a craze. Some who thought themselves to be lucky tried this from other villages not knowing how much time, preparation and dedication it took. It was their foolish mistake in reasoning that cost them their lives a lesson hopefully they learned in the following if they were so fortunate. Watching many who wished to be freed strike down and hearing the rumors of others attempting his feat even at the very gates he vanished from gave a grave feeling of despair onto his heart. He was to make a mistake again another error to be learned from this very moment. It was decided by him and him alone not taking council from his brethren as he should have that he would attempt to free those with courage enough to battle the will of the many. It was only told to himself which meant if he witnessed any running he would help which would be a bonus upon any leaving to get assistance without even yearning for such.
A grand gesture he thought though he had yet to gain the level required before attaining such a feat. It was with the following couple weeks he took to his training without a single grasp of his surroundings he kept to himself and his ally. It was because the lands were filled with monsters he dared not to walk among them believing that he was to be spared once presenting tears or apologies. After only two weeks of freedom his accomplice got restless and wishes to meet in an open area preparing for travels. This is what lead to the meeting of the first monster. The name slipped from the pages of history however the power the Pyro held had not. His breath and flames held no light short of a dragons sipping upon the fluid of a volcano with one instant both lives could vanish under a scolding heap of blazing destruction. It was only by the hands of God that they were intriguing to the Pyro and by that they were allowed to converse with him. He knew not many weaklings could cross that path and those that did stayed hidden until at least vermin level capable of escape in the sight of the demon that stood afoot. It was a pleasant surprise that they spoke and words upon words flowed with the winds. That was until the arrival of the devil came. Yes even hell where monster, dragons, demons and creatures of horror live there is something above that gives fear to each one and I was to soon learn of his name. The name of the trembling earth Saru...
Without any warning, without any thought faster than the steps taken to enter the area of the men he was upon us. A beast that could even scare the Pyro into submission without so much as a word. All we could do was hope he was peaceful. Looking back maybe we should have prayed…for this one reeked of madness and death. This was the holder of the title asshole for sure. It was clear from the speech that the leveling he held pushed his power above reason and wording. It was within only a minute after arrival of the demon all three found themselves in battle against it. It was nothing but numbers three versus one, yes that is a grand gesture if maybe all three did not equal half the power of the one that stood foot. It was imminent just off the lack of knowledge and jutsu that the boys held that they were doomed just in the crossfire of the two beasts grasping at their wide area of techniques. At best the boys were about D rank the Pyro possibly A and the Reaper of death S class. With what he was watching there was very little the Nara could even think of and less he could achieve. For even if bound he had no hopes to land any attack on the Reaper but possibly the Pyro could. In the moments time slowed he came with one just one thing that might work and with this he was going to becomes a marvel or a tombstone.
He whispered to his friend quickly as much as he could of the thoughts he poundered and went ahead with the motion. He had his ally throw smoke bombs. He carried three and for the to work it needed all for just a shot. He then prepared his replacement with explosion notes his favorite tool to use despite damage it held many forms to be used and thus a wide variety of strategies. Whilst covered in smoke the Reaper lost track of the targets and didn’t attack this was out of his plan. He now had a chance and spoke with both members in a private fashion to low for Saru to receive the message. He found that the Pyro could teleport away along with the two and even if not they were covered in stealth the three could sneak from said ground and vanish. The only problem was the the man of flames held to much pride to back down. He wished to continue the fight to win or lose with either glory or death as his prize. This bind is what doomed all their fates. Left with a tough decision the Nara made it easily. With the choice to abandon his newly appointed friend or fight alongside the incident with the cliff came to mind and he talked his ally into using the ploy to finish the would be God of the missing.
Never understanding what ran through the mind of that missing dragon the Nara only prayed if not for success but deliverance from the one he heard to be the Reapers rival and chain capable of scaring the beast. The Slashing calm calamity Aion, a God in his own name and title that was rarely seen. It was a prayer that would not be answered as the smoke bombs had now fallen slowly to effects of gravity and the wind. Saru did not miss his chance to strike first attacking the Pyro then turning his massive claws unto the would be up in comings. Though in a pleasant surprise he found himself attacking a target as the Nara body switched doing unto his enemies body damage that barely harmed the monster more than one strike from the flame of the lava spewing creature beside him but more than enough to enrage the beast. It was the worst thing he could have done, He had struck the Death God as he was once struck. The pride and heart of the man now shattered to be touched by one who could barely even see his movements was sure to raise more then brows.
The rest not needed to be mentioned. It was but a instant that all the attacks took place. Not even four seconds passed before the boys were knocked unconscious and the neck ripped from his ally leaving him in permanent death. He isn't sure as to how he died and truly can’t recall much more on the suffering that took place before the end of his life but one thing reigned in his mind as his life slipped from the realm. It was the end of battle and the trading of words as fellow travelers. It rung in his head and would have brought him to tears of blood if there was time enough to be allowed. He would ally with our killer for what…his life spared…or could they have been in this together from start. It would never be truly answered as most instances back in that time was forgotten or looked over. The boy would suffer grief from such an over bearing moment and because of said betrayal after betrayal he grew twice as deadly unleashing more of his cunning wits with the score of vengeance rising. Saru you would suffer for what you have done to me and my family and so shall you no matter the wait no matter the world Saito. He had finally remembered upon death the name of his reason for his determination. This was the true birth of a man who no longer wished for anything gained or lost. He no longer cared for justice nor did he evil. He would do what he found fit to those who thought they held power and show those who had wished for freedom what freedom truly means. His vengeance was to strong to let go of him and though it would take upon a lifetime before he could act he began the preparations for the birth of the Death Brothers.<i></i>
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