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Chapter 1: Confrontations

Decades have gone by since the Great Shinobi Alliance, and just as years have departed so has the alliance. Soon after the legendary five Kage that took on Madara, and the legacy of Naruto Uzumaki had past, the nation's returned to independence. Though they have found mutual peace, there are still those who oppose and think the opportunity should be taken and strike first. It seems they got their wish.

Several years ago an unknown evil manages to slither in. It brought a heaviness with it, turned nation against nation, country against country. Plumes of smoke replaced the clean air of peace. Now, the Hidden Stone, Hidden Cloud, and Hidden Rain seek dominance over the other villages through allegiance.

Now, the Hidden Sand, Mist, and Leaf are preparing for one final assault in hopes of bringing and end to this strife and getting their comrades back.

The story unfolds...

The peaceful forests of the Land of Fire, Northern Border

A subtle wind blows through the forest, whistling as rain clouds form overhead. Leafs are taken from trees and scattered through the air, some finding their way to the ground and other helplessly caught in the slight tempest.

Thunder cracks, battle erupts.

A plethora of kunai, shuriken, and fire based techniques collide violently. The screaming of soldiers ready for battle pollute the air along with the smoke from burning limbs and leaves.

Shinobi charge from trees, bushes, and thin air in which they've been hiding. Waiting to make their move.

They clash.

The sound of blade wielding men and women fill the air, complimenting their cries oh so morbidly. The right side a mix of Stone and Rain shinobi, the left Sand and Mist.

Cries of pain, thudding of bodies to the forest floor, sparks, the smell of smoke, flesh ripping, mental states breaking. This was the song of war, played with grace and hostility. Non-stop as long as conflict was unresolved.

"Die you pebble bastards!"

"Worthless pieces of shit!"

Many curses filled the air from the fiery hearts of the soldiers caught in the fray of battle. Many sounds filled the air, but they all knew to keep a special ear out for orders from their captains and allies.

This man had deep brown long curly hair, covering one eye and stopping just past hos shoulders. On the tuft covering hid eye was painted a small white streak. Around his neck tied loosely was a black band, also sporting the insignia of the Hidden Mist. He also wore a flak jacket that was clearly that of the Mist's, zipped, but the long sleaves of a unique shirt with fishnet aspects was visible. He was also a clear standout among the battlefield and outmatched most there. His name, Hibaku Ushinau, famous for his skillfull wielding of the Boil Release.

A clearing within the forest bore the weight of battle. Countless of shinobi colored in the opening with an art style known as war. A commander led his company, Hibaku.

"Don't hold back! We're almost there!" He explained in hopes of raising his troops spirits. Shinobi were falling left and right, and he could see there spirits breaking. One in particular had the blood of his ally who was cut down right beside him.

Hibaku fights alongside his men, he cuts down shinobi after shinobi but they seem neverending.

Lighting cracks overhead...

"Lighting Style: Judgement!" Collective voices shout from the treeline as a large lighting bolt crashes down centerfield.

"Fall back!" Hibaku cries wide-eyed. Many men make the treeline, he wasn't one.

This was a reminder the the tide of battle can change in an instant. Hundreds killed in an instant. It is truly sickening.

Hibaku gained conciousness. He lifted himself up, smelling the burning of flesh and the smoke filled air hw knew the results were catastrophic, but he was surprised to the fact he only had minor cuts. He looks behind him seeing a shield made from earth, and a friendly face.

"You alright, sir?" A brown haired woman with a pixie cut asked. She wore a Sunagakure flak jacket.

"Yes, thanks Ari. I owe you one. No time for rest though soldier. Back to the battlefield!" Hibaku examined pushing himself to his feet as Sri nodded.

They left the cover of the earth shield to find a horrific scene. Ari vomits, but the sight of countless blackened bodies and severed limbs would make many loose their lunch. Hibaku lifts his gaze from her to the battlefield, where a sibgle shinobi stood about 20 yards away. Ari looks up in horror.

"Tasu-chan!" she cries seeing her beloved cousin.

A long-haired individual whose hair was black stared back. His face drops as a flash of lighting illuminates his forehead protector, on it the Iwagakure insignia. His name, Tasu Ackichi the Elemental. He wield all five Chakra types and is said to have great skill in each one.

"Go, Ari. I'll handle him."

"No! I know his fighting style. I can help. You'll need me." She insisted tearfully. Hibaku looks at her and nods.

"Alright." He said sternly.

"This is evil... Family against family. Evil."

A Kirigakure shinobi with black hair cut into a short Mohawk like fashion was a standout among the battlefield. His unzipped flak jacket revealing only but fishnet chainmail underneath, caught wind as he moved skillfully throughout the battlefield. His forehead protector a deep purple demonstrating his alligiance to the Hidden Mist. His name Jousuke, Iron-Clad of the Mist. There was also someone with him, a comrade.

The battle was intense, death was truly in buisness today. Jousuke leaped through tree, deflecting the kunai of the four Stone shinobi that tailed him.

"Just a little furthar." he thinks to himself.

A shuriken whips through the air from the hands of one of the pursuing shinobi. It connects with Jousuke's right side, slicing him and knocking him off balance.

He crashes to the forest floor. The pursuing shinobi are without hesitation and following him, thinking this would be they day they gain fame from finishing the Iron-Clad of the Mist. They encircle his body, careless to noticing their surroundings.

"Well, well isn't this a shocker." A red head shinobi exclaims.

"Thought you'd be better than this." Another shinobi, bald, laughs.

"Do it." The third, blonde, shinobi commands as the fourth and silent one forms hand signs.

A helpless Jousuke is pinned to the ground from a earth style technique. Stalagmites pierce his body in several locations and he coughs blood and let's out a gasp. He smiles as he turns to smoke. The four shinobi gasp with horrified looks. The leaves at their feat disappear with a poof as well.

"What is this?!" The red haired one cries.

"You tricked us!" The bald man curses as he sees Jousuke emerge from a bush.

"You'll pay for this!" The one who executed the clone cries.

"Lighting Style: Electromagnetic Murder!" Jousuke says with an emotional sigh weaving hand signs as electricity buds in his palms.

"Fall back!" The red haired shinobi yells, it was obvious he was a captain by this point.

As the four Iwagakure shinobi move to retreat they find it a lost cause. They looks down in shock as they fins their feet helplessly tangled within countless thin metal wires, a web. The realization that death is upon them cause them to scream and panic. They are helpless and know it.

"Bastard..." The blonde one curses as Jousuke places his hands to the Web of wires with a frown.

"Seeya around Ishi, Tarune, Sachi, Jinsue..." Jousuke says solemnly.

Light illuminates his face, the screams of his once comrades pierce his ears, he looks away.

It is true war comes with a price, but this war is different. This war is evil, this war... God abandoned. Former allied nations pit against each other for an unjustifiable reason such as greed. This war is the War of Woes. The war that needs to end, for the sake of the nation and for the sake of thousands of lives.

End Chapter 1

Description
Chapter 1: Confrontations

Decades have gone by since the Great Shinobi Alliance, and just as years have departed so has the alliance. Soon after the legendary five Kage that took on Madara, and the legacy of Naruto Uzumaki had past, the nation's returned to independence. Though they have found mutual peace, there are still those who oppose and think the opportunity should be taken and strike first. It seems they got their wish.

Several years ago an unknown evil manages to slither in. It brought a heaviness with it, turned nation against nation, country against country. Plumes of smoke replaced the clean air of peace. Now, the Hidden Stone, Hidden Cloud, and Hidden Rain seek dominance over the other villages through allegiance.

Now, the Hidden Sand, Mist, and Leaf are preparing for one final assault in hopes of bringing and end to this strife and getting their comrades back.

The story unfolds...

The peaceful forests of the Land of Fire, Northern Border

A subtle wind blows through the forest, whistling as rain clouds form overhead. Leafs are taken from trees and scattered through the air, some finding their way to the ground and other helplessly caught in the slight tempest.

Thunder cracks, battle erupts.

A plethora of kunai, shuriken, and fire based techniques collide violently. The screaming of soldiers ready for battle pollute the air along with the smoke from burning limbs and leaves.

Shinobi charge from trees, bushes, and thin air in which they've been hiding. Waiting to make their move.

They clash.

The sound of blade wielding men and women fill the air, complimenting their cries oh so morbidly. The right side a mix of Stone and Rain shinobi, the left Sand and Mist.

Cries of pain, thudding of bodies to the forest floor, sparks, the smell of smoke, flesh ripping, mental states breaking. This was the song of war, played with grace and hostility. Non-stop as long as conflict was unresolved.

"Die you pebble bastards!"

"Worthless pieces of shit!"

Many curses filled the air from the fiery hearts of the soldiers caught in the fray of battle. Many sounds filled the air, but they all knew to keep a special ear out for orders from their captains and allies.

This man had deep brown long curly hair, covering one eye and stopping just past hos shoulders. On the tuft covering hid eye was painted a small white streak. Around his neck tied loosely was a black band, also sporting the insignia of the Hidden Mist. He also wore a flak jacket that was clearly that of the Mist's, zipped, but the long sleaves of a unique shirt with fishnet aspects was visible. He was also a clear standout among the battlefield and outmatched most there. His name, Hibaku Ushinau, famous for his skillfull wielding of the Boil Release.

A clearing within the forest bore the weight of battle. Countless of shinobi colored in the opening with an art style known as war. A commander led his company, Hibaku.

"Don't hold back! We're almost there!" He explained in hopes of raising his troops spirits. Shinobi were falling left and right, and he could see there spirits breaking. One in particular had the blood of his ally who was cut down right beside him.

Hibaku fights alongside his men, he cuts down shinobi after shinobi but they seem neverending.

Lighting cracks overhead...

"Lighting Style: Judgement!" Collective voices shout from the treeline as a large lighting bolt crashes down centerfield.

"Fall back!" Hibaku cries wide-eyed. Many men make the treeline, he wasn't one.

This was a reminder the the tide of battle can change in an instant. Hundreds killed in an instant. It is truly sickening.

Hibaku gained conciousness. He lifted himself up, smelling the burning of flesh and the smoke filled air hw knew the results were catastrophic, but he was surprised to the fact he only had minor cuts. He looks behind him seeing a shield made from earth, and a friendly face.

"You alright, sir?" A brown haired woman with a pixie cut asked. She wore a Sunagakure flak jacket.

"Yes, thanks Ari. I owe you one. No time for rest though soldier. Back to the battlefield!" Hibaku examined pushing himself to his feet as Sri nodded.

They left the cover of the earth shield to find a horrific scene. Ari vomits, but the sight of countless blackened bodies and severed limbs would make many loose their lunch. Hibaku lifts his gaze from her to the battlefield, where a sibgle shinobi stood about 20 yards away. Ari looks up in horror.

"Tasu-chan!" she cries seeing her beloved cousin.

A long-haired individual whose hair was black stared back. His face drops as a flash of lighting illuminates his forehead protector, on it the Iwagakure insignia. His name, Tasu Ackichi the Elemental. He wield all five Chakra types and is said to have great skill in each one.

"Go, Ari. I'll handle him."

"No! I know his fighting style. I can help. You'll need me." She insisted tearfully. Hibaku looks at her and nods.

"Alright." He said sternly.

"This is evil... Family against family. Evil."

A Kirigakure shinobi with black hair cut into a short Mohawk like fashion was a standout among the battlefield. His unzipped flak jacket revealing only but fishnet chainmail underneath, caught wind as he moved skillfully throughout the battlefield. His forehead protector a deep purple demonstrating his alligiance to the Hidden Mist. His name Jousuke, Iron-Clad of the Mist. There was also someone with him, a comrade.

The battle was intense, death was truly in buisness today. Jousuke leaped through tree, deflecting the kunai of the four Stone shinobi that tailed him.

"Just a little furthar." he thinks to himself.

A shuriken whips through the air from the hands of one of the pursuing shinobi. It connects with Jousuke's right side, slicing him and knocking him off balance.

He crashes to the forest floor. The pursuing shinobi are without hesitation and following him, thinking this would be they day they gain fame from finishing the Iron-Clad of the Mist. They encircle his body, careless to noticing their surroundings.

"Well, well isn't this a shocker." A red head shinobi exclaims.

"Thought you'd be better than this." Another shinobi, bald, laughs.

"Do it." The third, blonde, shinobi commands as the fourth and silent one forms hand signs.

A helpless Jousuke is pinned to the ground from a earth style technique. Stalagmites pierce his body in several locations and he coughs blood and let's out a gasp. He smiles as he turns to smoke. The four shinobi gasp with horrified looks. The leaves at their feat disappear with a poof as well.

"What is this?!" The red haired one cries.

"You tricked us!" The bald man curses as he sees Jousuke emerge from a bush.

"You'll pay for this!" The one who executed the clone cries.

"Lighting Style: Electromagnetic Murder!" Jousuke says with an emotional sigh weaving hand signs as electricity buds in his palms.

"Fall back!" The red haired shinobi yells, it was obvious he was a captain by this point.

As the four Iwagakure shinobi move to retreat they find it a lost cause. They looks down in shock as they fins their feet helplessly tangled within countless thin metal wires, a web. The realization that death is upon them cause them to scream and panic. They are helpless and know it.

"Bastard..." The blonde one curses as Jousuke places his hands to the Web of wires with a frown.

"Seeya around Ishi, Tarune, Sachi, Jinsue..." Jousuke says solemnly.

Light illuminates his face, the screams of his once comrades pierce his ears, he looks away.

It is true war comes with a price, but this war is different. This war is evil, this war... God abandoned. Former allied nations pit against each other for an unjustifiable reason such as greed. This war is the War of Woes. The war that needs to end, for the sake of the nation and for the sake of thousands of lives.

End Chapter 1