Official RPG Original Storyline - Main and Villages

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Wages of Eternal War
The Beginning of All

The world was it chaos, each of the edges of power desired more power, always the same hunger the human kind has known since the first days they roamed these lands. When everything failed, diplomacy, influence, economy, all of them turned to a single thing, the last power, war.

It was a time of abundance, of new things, a new era that suddenly appeared in the horizon, bringing hope to many, hope of fortune and glory, but it was a time of fear and conflict as well, as the many different populations struggled against each other in order to conquer or in order to survive the conquerors. But soon enough Man’s infinite capacity to adapt to the most extreme situations made its way and they learned and developed. From small villages who once struggled, cities where made, and once small leaders became emperors and soon, the world was divided into the many countries, some bigger, others smaller. Yet war still persisted, as the same lust from other ages still roamed in the hearts of those with the capacity to put an end to all of it, and always wanting more and more, they fought.

But there were some who didn’t grow, not like these other men who had built cities and lived on richness and lust and did war by the means of the blood of others. These men learned new ways, empowered older ones and soon discovered a new power, a magic power, an ability unknown to everyone until then, the power of the spirit mixed with the power of the body, together, the power of Chakra, thus the Ninja were born.
It was not long before that that the powerful lords who ruled the countries, filled with money and other richness began to use that power for their own advantage and so, the Ninja further developed, now steamed by the vapours of War, and they became stronger. Now, more than before, the clans of the Ninja fought against each other, using the powers of fire, wind, lightning, earth and water, as well as using other powerful weapons, only this time, they fought for the causes of others, moved by their own greed and need for money. It was like that for a long time, but fate proved once more how adaptable men are, especially if these men are Ninja.

Soon, the once rival clans united under the same flag and under the same leader, those who showed to be more skilled than others and had already proved themselves in the fields of battle, all of them were serving the same Country and its Lord. This not only developed their financial profit, but also helped by reducing the losses caused by war. Skills where refined, knowledge was passed down and the new extra source of money helped to create what became known as “Hidden Villages”, the home of Ninja. However, war still waged, not only inside each country, outside the boarders as well, and so, the ninja were used once more, fighting against each others, but only this time, they were bigger and more prepared.

And it is precisely at this point that we find ourselves, right in the middle of conflicts and wars, all for the sake of money and influence, all for the sake of power.

By an Unknown Story Teller

Note: This story does not follow the original story presented in the anime/manga, nor do any of the cannon characters exist nor will they exist. The only things that remained the same are the world geography, the clans, jutsu and eventually some equipment. Everything else is just a coincidence.

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Konohagakure no Sato
and the Fire Country

The world was home to chaos, then. It was a dark time, where everyone’s allegiance was to themselves. Sure, there were various clans which held a pact to each other, and I was the head of that group: the Senju. We were a moderately large, but powerful, group of Shinobi. I had a special ability that came to be known as Mokuton: Wood Release. The innate power to combine the elements of earth and water came naturally, and no one could copy it, not even those famous Uchiha. These special abilities would later come to be known as Kekkai Genkai, blood traits. We resided in the Land of Fire, an untamed land filled to the brim with rogue Shinobi and power hungry feudal lords alike. It took all of our abilities to survive a night. I spent several restless nights contemplating on the state of the world. People were power hungry and it was getting too much for me to bear. The thought of creating a village intrigued me; however, making a village would sprout dissent in the world and new villages, not to mention all the power struggles would become of it. In my journal, I wrote about that night that we were attacked:

“The day of sanctuary,
The skies of the forest were ablaze.
Those feudal lords were to blame.
All those people lost and never found.
All those families that fell to the ground.
The Twin Trees were first
Our first thought of revenge hit us with thirst.
Then the shelters,
All bold and green,
Was struck with no warning that anyone could foresee.
The people of the Senju grieve in despair,
But on that hallowed ground ponder and think,
About the hope and care,
That came out of that tragedy.
For all those who are lost we mourn,
But for all those who came back and stayed,
We rejoice with the sounding hope for peace.”

It was that day, that horrid day; I decided to make what is now Konoha. Let me be more specific. After that slaughter I decided to make Konoha. Back before the Village was made, we were nomadic, meaning we constantly moved from place to place. I frequented my Mokuton to make tents and living areas. However, I always made mine a bit more voluminous. I digress, I just wanted the space. At that time, I was writing serenely in my study, the wood as smooth as a child’s skin. The ink dipped pen was like a sword, perfectly fitted for my hand. I always loved to write, the words freely flowing like a roaring river. Mine was a peaceful night, the stars twinkling like diamonds, protruding from the night sky. Perfect flames danced in various places among the camp, the Senjuu humming to the rhythm of the forest. We were truly at peace and in tune with our home. Smiling, I walked back into my own abode and sat at my desk. It was then I started to doze, my chakra reserves and mind were exhausted and I needed rest. My body happily obliged. After a few minutes of peace, my ears were penetrated by shrieks and screams. Instantly, I sprang up, adrenaline coursing through my body, vigor in my eyes.

What came to my sight appalled me. Our Shinobi were fighting with dark figures, and I mean dark. They appeared to be made of darkness, with no definite features. I immediately went into action, defending what remained of the civilians. It took awhile, but we won. Our forces were reduced to a half and the sun was upon us. “Move,” I had said with a stolid authority. And move we did, abandoning our homes and belongings. As I look back on it, that was cruel to them. They had no idea what it was like to be a Shinobi, so it was unfair to ask them to that. However, we pressed on. After about a half a day of walking, something strange occurred. A flame went up in the sky not a mile away. Every high ranking ninja knew what it meant: help. In the Land of Fire, everyone was relatively peaceful, so I knew what I should do. Instructing the civilians to camouflage themselves, the other Shinobi and I headed off in that direction. We saw a mass of people being attacked by those dark figures. Most of the civilians were dead, their encampment ablaze. Trees littered the ground, crushing all those underneath. It wasn’t a battle. It was a massacre. Obviously, we helped and eventually, the beings were beaten back. Under my guidance, that group joined ours and with their civilians, we were a very large group. To make things worse, the sun was setting once more. I promptly set up another campsite, which was capable of housing our large group.

As the civilians settled themselves, I and the other leaders met. The leader of the other group was a great man named Uchiha Yoshimitsu, we came to be close in the weeks we spent together, we had so much in common with our philosophies that he came to be my right hand man. He was the one to inform me of a devious plot, set forth by the several Feudal Lords. Apparently, they wanted stability and order, and they were seeking the allegiance of another country to get it. The Shinobi of the Land of Fire were collateral damage. Needless to say, I was appalled and angered. The Feudal Lords knew that the leaders held civilians under their wings! This was madness! “We have to put a stop to it,” I said. Yoshimitsu was well ahead of me, God bless his soul. He had devised a plan to assassinate the Feudal Lords. All he required was more Shinobi. “I’m happy to oblige,” I said forthwith. And so, he let him in on the plan. By morning, he was ready.

Obviously, the Shinobi would have to wait until nightfall once more until they could make their move. Not that it was a problem to storm the castles in the day; it was just that during the day they had more of a chance to get caught. So, I spent most of the day with the other leaders, preparing defenses for the civilians. We were split into four groups: A, B, C, and D. There were three main Feudal Lords, however, the largest group, D, would stay behind to guard the civilians. A, B, and C, led by me, would attack the three separate Lords. I spent the better half of my afternoon conversing with all 10 of my squad mates, whom were all a part of my original Umaru. Obviously, we decided to fore go the different group names at that time, so I paid no mind.

Before the different squads separated I met with Yoshimitsu, giving him a letter and telling him to open it only if he were not to return alive. In the letter I wrote my plans for when after this was all done. My plan was to create a village hidden from the power hungry fuedal lords across the land of fire. If I were to die I wanted Yoshimitsu to run the newly formed village for he was the only other person he could trust enough. Also I needed him to watch my beloved son, keep him going in the right direction in my absence. I did not intend on dying but fate had a different plan it seemed.

We separated into our squads and our squad was going to take on the middle fortress. Squad A had eight people in it, led by Yoshimitsu, ours ten, and Squad B had twenty, with forty in Squad D. This wouldn’t be easy. The Feudal Lords had massive castles, with a plethora of armed guards and mercenaries. One of these groups was the Seluiss. Now, the Seluiss were said to be some of the fiercest warriors on the face of the earth, their ancestors were Oni, or demons. However, I had faced them before and survived. I had the utmost confidence in my team. So, when the sun fell for the third time, we set out, heading for what would be later dubbed, the Iron Fortress.

There was originally a very advanced town there, however it was after that town was taken over did it matter. After the destruction of the original town, the Feudal Lord’s orders were to no longer maintain towns. Instead, his forces established a large fortress like bases in triangle form. Each base had a purpose, and there were several of each base. No main base would be built to maintain a strong fortress always, even if one fortress falls there are others fully equipped to take its' place. The Feudal Lord made a wall, which was known as the Great Wall of Shukumei. The fortress was equipped to self destruct and destroy everything within a half a mile. As we came upon it, I was reminded of its splendor.

As we hid in the trees, I examined the stolid, unmoving, guards. They were dressed in plain black steel, thick and almost impenetrable. Signalizing to split into two groups, one going to the left and one going to the right. We were as silent as a mouse, with so much more subtle. Cutting the throats of the guards, we proceeded silently through the empty hallow hallways. It was as if we were stalking an invisible prey, though it was much more difficult. Three times we were almost caught. And every time I had to think silently on how rusty our skills were getting. We needed a more centralized power. The halls were wrought with smooth stone, almost like marble. Each pillar which held up the halls were carved with intricate designs that made the Feudal Lord seem so much more than he was. And yes, it is a he, specifically Cirrus Xiahaw. Originally, he was a team player, always working for the betterment of Fire Country. However, in recent months, he was becoming the typical dictator. On more than one occasion, he would make a rule, reprimand another for breaking said rule, and then break it himself. It was more than my patience could take. I had promptly stopped communications with him. Although, the one good thing that came out of that acquaintance was Symphony.

She was Cirrus’… mistress, by force. Symphony was a divine goddess among women, her features completely flawless, her personality like gentle silk. Her face held innocence and wisdom, with a body that could entice even the holiest of men. I had met here on one of my nomadic journeys, talked with her and bonded. We became friends and she traveled with me for awhile, but alas, all good things must come to an end. We parted and the last I heard, she was here. So, I took a leap of faith. I separated from my squadron to look for her. An hour of combing through the castle proved fruitless. The bedroom was bare, the latrines empty, and the meeting rooms hallow. In an uncertainty, I checked the prison. What came to my eyes almost made me vomit. She was indeed in the cell, but lifeless. Her body was covered in scrapes, not to mention all the bruises. Her clothing was torn in several places, and her hair was strewn in several different directions. As I checked her pulse, I let out a soft choke of sadness. She was dead. Her lifeless body was left behind as I stalked through the fortress, killing all who came across my path in a raged stupor. Even though I hadn’t known her for very long, she made an impact on me. In my darkest hour of despair, she took me out of my hell and brought me back to the light. Cirrus would pay.

I came upon the door to the master bedroom, my comrades coming down the hall themselves. As I counted, I found that two of them were missing. “What happened?” I had asked. They answered with silence. I grieved for a moment, but no more. In the world of the Shinobi, there is little time to grieve, as you’re put in constant danger. We entered through the door, a more conventional means of entry, but I digress. He was there, sitting asleep on a throne of obsidian. It fit him. His own skin was as smooth as the obsidian, his personality like it too. What most made them similar were their pasts. Obsidian is a stone made from lava, and Cirrus’ past couldn’t be more like an eruption. I smiled and slit his throat.

It was then that I prompted my men to leave without me, I told them that the only way I could destroy this fortress was to sacrifice myself. They objected but I informed them that I was ok dying here, I wanted to die with my love. After much persuasion they left tears in their eyes. "Yoshimitsu, these people's fates are in your hands now." I then sat with my love as I wrote down my last memories for future historians to pass down so they can know how Konoha came to be. Carrying the scroll from tree to tree back to where I knew my people would find it I looked to my love one last time. "I will see you soon..." I destroyed the castle, entombing it in wood, sacrificing myself for the greater cause.

Surikku Kazuya,
One of the Founder's of Konoha.

Note: This happened nearly seven years ago, today the village is well established newly starting its academy and ranking systems.

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Sunagakure no Sato
and the Wind Country

For long have the country of sand being a no mans land, where nomad people lived having no really true place to call home as the sandstorms and dry nature forced the people to move their homes when it was needed. The sand people are a tough and resilient race. They could endure hardships and the boiling desert far greater than what most people would. Adaption was their specialty and so it still is.

However it wasn't before a young man went out on a journey, and a goal to prove the beauty that the land of Suna could give and no other land could. This man would soon enough be known as the first sand shadow, the Kazekage of Sunagakure. But at this time he was but a man with a talented, invention rich mind far beyond what most would reach of his kin. Sending himself out on a journey with those who would believe in his vision or was willing to give it a shot. He was gonna find the sacred place of where a new, strong nation would rise.

The desert was harsh and proved a lot of resistance against the adventurers in their journey, the beasts of the dunes also shorten the numbers by a few. The rations and water starting to fade away like dust in the wind. But the leader of this group kept the moral up of his people with his charismatic presence. As the days, weeks went by. He found his promised land. Upon the shore side to the unknown sea. A long, great river gushed through the land. Like a crack on a pot it stretched far and randomly leaning at either sides.

The soil was rich, the palms was growing and the water was clear and fresh. It was like an oasis for the size of anyone who would arrive to take a place at. The engineer, the man who would turn out to be a leader of a nation, wasted no time. He told his people that their goal was found, Paradise was finally a reality! After everyone got to taste from the blessed river. Houses and construction was quickly to work. White, square shaped houses was being created made of a certain mixture of mud and chemicals and treated in a way to create solid bricks and walls.

Along the shore a dock was constructed, for naval transport, fishing and in the future marketing. A grand wall raised by the power of all the earth jutsu cunning people around the city. Creating a massive sphere cut in half and left the bottom on the ground. Being painted white as the houses.

More people joined to help the creation of the sacred city. The Inventor was glad more people would come from grand stretches to help the city turn from a vision to a reality. As the wall was made, the problem with raiders was quickly shrinking. The massive river which the city was built around stretched further than what the city would be size. As thus The Inventor created wells of his own designs, tools to quicken and speed up the building progress.

As months went by, suns and moons circling pass. The city was finally finished. The great white city, surrounded by a massive white wall. In the heart of the river in the city, The Inventor's mansion was created. He was certain to make his own home the last, as he lived with his people to their heart. For him, their best and health was the most important thing.

The renown of the blue haired engineer spread across Suna quickly. The Inventor would give his blueprints for construction of sturdier houses and how to create them from scratch. How to locate water easier and how to live better. Villages would soon be created that would stay where they were made, and so the Suna kingdom was starting to slowly grow. The capital city being the roots from which where the villages would grow and sprout out from to slowly and securely populate the desert country with towns and trade routes.

Markets was raised, grass was growing along the river, farms could be made and small boats on the river to fish up crabs,lobster and smaller fish was made. Palms was growing and sprouting with splendor, coconuts the size of heads growing on them. A society for a Ninja Academy was created, tools of war was smithed, bloodlines and clans was given a fair amount of land each, no one would have too much more than what they needed, and no one would have too little space for them to feel uncomfortable.
Laws was made, and the people had decided. The one who would lead their kin was The Inventor. Truly this metropolis wouldn't be made without his god given knowledge. The Inventor took the leadership with pride, a crown of the people was created and given to their Kage.

The Kazekage would rule under Monarchy, but the heart of the people was still his highest desire, he would serve with his kin, not over them. With his possible queen, they'd make the Kazekage bloodline and heirs would be born, hopefully to rule as their first Kage did. With love and compassion for his people.

In Sunagakure, no one would have to starve if food could be given. No one would gloat and take more than overly necessary, of course great feasts and festivals and personal celebrations was allowed. The sun would keep the land hot and the shore glisters like a thousand jewels all the way to the horizon. The grass growing along the river and the houses their tickles the barefoot ones, and the palms would provide great shades for whoever wants to cool off but don't want to get wet in the river.

The first Kazekage wasn't laid back for that. Day after day, his possession of creating new,better inventions was a constant work for him. Even as he had replaced parts of himself with puppet parts, an arm lost at a raid. And it just kept on. However his inventions he made solely for the safety of his people, security systems, water channeling and the standard of someone who lived in Sunagakure was very high-tech in comparison to what people of other countries would have.

Sunagakure Origin Records

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Kumogakure no Sato
and the Lightning Country

The Land of Lightning, A place nestled deep within the mountains to the northern most hemisphere of the world. The ocean to its east and a sea to its west the mountains seemed to rise from the water itself. The country connected to the mainland by just a small isthmus, a place that became a natural choke point, a center of trade, philosophy, society and eventually war. Since the beginning of mankind people have been traveling to the high mountains of the Land of Lightning for things that were scarcely found anywhere else, things such as valuable minerals and crystals that resided only in the deepest depths of the catacombs in the regions glorious mountains. Such an industry indeed grew seeds to a militaristic society, the metals and irons giving birth to things such as metallic weapons. Various clans and groups had conquered the peninsula, although none were long lasting, for with several groups alliances were made and broken, trust was a thing that was short-lived and rare in these lands. The harsh winters of the land made maintaining or moving any kind of large force difficult, so these "armies" were more like roaming bands of madmen, killing and conquering whatever they could to put together a life. In the midst of these conflicts a new breed of warrior was born, one that had a knack for killing, this breed of warrior would become common throughout the world, shinobi. Rumors had it that the shinobi first became common in the Land of Lightning, although such a claim has never been proven.

In a small village in the northern most mountains of the Land of Lightning there was a group known as the Yamamoto, named for their position at the Base of the largest mountain in the range of grey mountains, it was the largest mountain in the country, and the world. Although the name Yamamoto was one that seemed to be of common lineage in the land of lightning, for there are many mountains. But this group was one that would gain the most recognition for being the founders of what would be known as the Village Hidden in the Clouds. Atop that large mountain they founded what would become this hidden ninja village, that would eventually ascend to the ranks of the most elite establishments of the world as one of the five great villages. But an oddity was found in this hidden village; unlike most of the country the inhabitants of the great ninja village were anything but warlike. The Yamamoto that founded it did not bother to form any sort of noble hierarchy or leadership, but instead a republic was established. The foundation of democracy, it was an odd thing in this age especially in such an atmosphere. War seemed to dissipate from the land for a long while, as a renaissance seemed to take place, sculptures, architecture, paintings, writings and all sorts of the arts were established and for the first time that the land could remember they actually seemed like a civilized society. From this rebirth a new thing also came into play in the lives of the citizens, religion. The god of thunder, Raijin, emerged and came to be the main god of Kumogakure and the land of lightning; various temples were built throughout the land to honor such a worthy figure of power and the epitome of culture. Including the largest and most decorated temple ever erected, God’s temple built in the center of Kumogakure.

Inside the village itself the arts and literature continued to dominate, as the largest library the world has ever seen was built by the blood and sweat of the people. The population soared in the village and soon it was seen more as a city than one of the great ninja villages. They still saw no need for any sort of formal military, nobody dared to attack the cultural center of the world. But as the years pasted the leader of the Yamamoto found his health waning, he soon became seriously ill and passed away at the age of 64. He had a handful of children, all of them intelligent men and women, and of course it was only natural for in this democratic republic that of his 4 sons would become candidates for the next leader of the village. That is how it happened, as the election dragged on it came down between 2 sons of the original leader, one went by the name of Masato he was the first son of the village leader and quiet and peaceful man who found pleasure in the arts and an economic genius. The other was the fourth son of the village leader, a much more ambitious and manipulating man, one who found the military and much more interesting than economics or arts. The election was close, but in the end it was clear who was the victor, Masato emerged from the election with the majority of the votes, and would take command of the Village Hidden in the Clouds the following month.

This election happened in the beginning of the winter, but as Masato prepared for his rule in other places there was plotting. Yamamoto Tatsuo was to be the top military advisor, essentially a vice-president to the new Raikage Masato. The “military” of Kumogakure was still hardly existent, instead being a thrown together group of conscripted soldiers only used for an advanced police force. In this time Tatsuo did not sit idle, instead he would campaign against his greatest rival, as Masato continued to plan for his oncoming rule as Raikage he neglected to even notice Tatsuo’s moves towards power. The sore loser would hold campaign rallies speaking the true evil and weakness of the Raikage-to-be, preaching how the village would fall if he was to become its ruler. Soon public support for the rightful winner of the election dwindled amongst both the common citizen and elected officials.

The constant rallies and campaigning by Tatsuo were expected for this situation was something he was not used to, being in second was not a position that he was fine with and demanded to be made the Raikage. He knew that the world was changing, elsewhere armies were being assembled and the other lands were at war with one another. It would not be long before that war would spill into the land of lightning, despite what others thought he had to take command. But was he acting for the good of the village? No, of course not, in fact he wanted to have command of the village for his own sinful desires, what was his true objective? Nobody knows. But it was known to everybody that Tatsuo was ambitious and would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. The peaceful times of Kumogakure would soon come to an end in a sudden sequence of events that would change the face of a village forever, a revolution.

The event that would be known as "Kakumei" or simply "The Revolution" began early in the morning of a winter day, when Tatsuo emerged from the Great Library with a group of men cloaked in black, they hid their faces and only Tatsuo wore normal attire. As the small group marched through the village towards the home of Yamamoto Masato more and more men in the black cloaks emerged from every corner and building, soon there were hundreds crowding the street. They came upon the mansion of Masato, he was dragged into the street by the men in black cloaks and brought before Tatsuo who stood menacingly over him, and he carried a single blade. In a flash the metal found itself embedded into the chest of the man and a crimson substance stained the street as he stumbled backwards and fell to the ground, living, but barely. He clutched his chest and look up at Tatsuo beginning for mercy, he began to cry. Tatsuo's face remained emotionless and he brought the sword down for a final time. The Coup d'état was a success, although the job was far from over. Resistance to this new regime was great; soon the Land of Lightning was engulfed in a Civil War, Tatsuo's new totalitarian regime against the Patriots who supported the old republic of Kumogakure. The war would be short though, as the military expertise and oration skills of Tatsuo prevented any sort of resistance futile. But that did not mean that there were not battles fought on an epic scale to reclaim the seat of Kage.

Although inside Kumogakure the support for the new Raikage was strong across the rugged landscape of the Land of Lightning there was widespread resistance to his claim to the throne. He had not been able to directly reach the rural peasants with his speeches like he had the civilians of the village, thus they were not brainwashed into seeing things his way, armies were soon raised against him. Knowing that the hidden village had no formal military and his rank of “general” was more of a title for police commissioner he needed to reestablish the thing that initially made Kumogakure famous, the shinobi. He personally led armies of shinobi, often numbering in only the dozens against armies of thousands, although the difference in power between a shinobi and a mere solider was not even measurable. Tens of thousands fell to his shinobi, he himself racked up impressive kill totals as well, he became known and feared throughout the world for his harsh treatment at any signs of rebellion, he lead Kumogakure with an iron fist, it was not long until the feudal lord was found dead at the hands of his secret police, his own appointee placed on the thrown of the country. He and this new lord soon brought “peace” to the land through fear and power…

From the top of the Raikage’s tower he overlooked his village; it was the closest thing to heaven in the world, the closest to the sky and to space. He smiled as he lifted his arms to address the masses below, from his many wars and battles he had learned something, and he had learned that men are not created equal, that people are different, that only the strong survive. That is how Kumogakure would be lead, and how is will be bred. His tremendous voice boomed through the sky and the village as the thousands of citizens cheered and raised their arms as well.

“My countrymen and women! A time must come in every empire, where the strong take over, a time where the rightful ruler takes command and leads noble people to glory! Today is that day, where I hereby reorganize the republic… into the First Empire of Kumo!”

It is not known what his next few words are, as his voice was downed out by the thunderous applause and constant cheering. He finally stopped talking and raised his hand.

“People are not equal. We are the dominant species in this world. We shall not be denied what is rightfully ours! The world is destined to be ruled by the right people. A strong people. The people of Kumogakure!”

Once again the applause and cheering deafened the area, the cheers are said to have been heard at the bottom of the mountain and shook the earth as Tatsuo did away with the remnants of the republic known as Kumogakure. He had established his own village, his own empire. What would happen with this empire now is yet to be seen, it is the dawn of a new age for Kumo, an age underneath the banner of Yamamoto Tatsuo, the Raikage that took Kumo from a scholarly society much like Greece’s Athens to a warlike Darwinist society. With soldiers trained from infancy In the arts of war and battle. The great library is still in tact so a vast amount of knowledge still remains, but the respect for cultural arts has all but died, Raijin’s temple lays abandon and ruins are scattered all throughout the Land of Lightning. The respect for religion has gone away from the old gods and instead to the new one, Tatsuo himself now claims himself the only god of Kumogakure. Strict censors have been placed all throughout the village and propaganda is non-stop, constantly broadcasting messages to the people of the dangers that the outside world prevents and how the Raikage’s word is always right. It is not uncommon for the few that speak out against the Raikage to suddenly vanish, often times men with black cloaks are seen moments before the vanishings, these cloaks are the mark of the Raikage, they are his own secret police made up of the elite and most loyal soldiers to act as his eyes, ears and if need be, weapons.

The many clans and tribes of nomadic hunters once again revert back to their roots as warriors, not as scholars that do nothing but talk of change, they live to bring change to the world so that those who are worthy rule. These nomadic clans and groups are not divided as they once were, but instead under the banner of Kumogakure as united shinobi. The Land of Lightning and Kumogakure no Sato will indeed play a pivotal part on the world stage as one of the highly influential superpowers, being the most militaristic and ethnocentric of them as well. The people of this fine village now look to the outside world not for economic support or cultural influence, but instead as targets ripe for conquest.

It was said before how the Land of Lightning was nothing more than a bunch of scattered villages and wandering nomads who controlled the country many times and none were long lasting. But this new regime seems destine to change that description, with Kumogakure leading the way the Land of Lightning it is united once again, but this time under a firm, powerful government that seems poised to live on for more than a few short years before vanishing into history like so many groups before.

Kumogakure's Library Record

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Kirigakure no Sato
and the Water Country

War: the one constant that eagerly presents itself when necessary, or even when unnecessary. Why? Because those amongst it desire some sort of false peace. Some retribution for a cause utterly forgotten, for a plot of land no longer grasped with any meaning; it’s tiresome. But even then people continue to strive for this; plotting for the day when the battles will be over and the victor will stand triumphant amongst the sea of bodies needlessly shed to attain the desire of a single few individuals. Every country has dealt with this fact. Why would Mizu no Kuni be any different? What would separate their bloodied feud from the vast majority of others lost throughout time: the virtues sought , the means acquired, the time spent, the men involved. But, in the end all there is left is a mound of blackening corpses, each staring blankly with some intensely vague visage unique to the deceased.

The intellectual Feudal Lords understood this cost. The weight of what their ideas and wishes placed upon them. However, they didn’t care. Their goals far outweighed the cost of a few hundred lives. This country was always such a deathly place. A place of sanguine waters engulfed with the essence of better men. Well maybe not better. These men strove to gain territory. Each located on their own respective islands, secretly watching their rivals as they spread like condescending ash from torched villages amongst the seas. On the forefront, their armies fought viciously amongst the others. Particularly for no reason other than because they had to, as if they were fighting for an impossible freedom never actually stated by their lords. There was no respect for these men, these honorable samurai and corresponding warriors who fought across the islands decimating their opposition while losing valuable members of their own.

True, their tradition was to be respected, admired even. At the same time, it was quickly dying out; the hordes of causeless deaths deterring others from taking up their swords and fighting on the battle grounds for their little “havens.” The reigning devils, these prestigiously ambitious lords of the islands, understood this faltering tradition. In turn, they turned to groups they for sure did not understand, hoping for better results than the moral death evoked by the wavering samurai. They turned to the clans that lied quietly amongst the forests or hidden caves of their domain, bound by secrecy, deception, and tradition. Perhaps a better calling then what the fleeting dream of the samurai had to offer. As a result, these clans would in turn change the entire tied of the battle. They would make the work of the armored warriors seem almost inadequate and inconvenient; which, at least on an anterior side, they were.

These clans, brought out by the monetary greed and false promises of their new lords, attacked with the ferocity needed to turn the tides of earthly battles. Opposing factions either fell silenced to the blades of a rival sector, or resorted to hiring their own residential shadows to protect and push their own false influence onto the battle field. These shadows corrupted the battlefield, each tribe displaying its own unique affiliation to dominate in their own effect. Some seemed to have bodies indestructible to the steel of warriors, leaving the ill-equipped men to be slaughtered mercilessly like industrialized animals. Others had different affinities, ranging from icing over their victims to seemingly knowing an attack before one could even formulate the process in their own mind. These clans, ridiculously powerful and ghoulishly terrifying soon altered the very definition of warfare.

No longer were these battles being fought on the empty terrain, the areas that added sustenance to the fertile ground and supplied the vicious grass with the yearning for that delicious human fluid. No, these battles were being brought straight to the hearts of the feudal lords orchestrating the war; the villages now directly assaulted instead of the front lines, the lord’s family and descendants slaughtered in their sleep by these conniving shadows. This skill, only attainable by few, was to be greatly admired by all and epically feared at the same time. Life was no longer the same, Mizu no Kuni was no longer the same. The waters formerly tainted by unjust killings were finally settled, as those who caused such actions were finally being directly affected by the war they strived to dominate in the past.

The devils were soon became tired, as their demonic armies continued to annihilate the very reasons and honor left in the lands. Conversely, as these shrouded tribes began to assert their feelings amongst their lords: demanding higher pay, lands of their own, better positions amongst the society, and other heightened means; the lords began to feel pressured by these shadows, some of the clans even turning against them and taking over the newly attained and managed lands. These shinobi, as newly referred to, were beginning to expand. Finally asserting their grasp into the light they were childishly kept from. These coup events were becoming far more common, more shinobi clans turning on their lords and either taking over or attaining the demands they called for previously.

The lords of the lands hardly had a say, unless they had the utter loyalty and dedication from a clan that would in turn strive to keep them protected from the various threats presented amongst the other islands. These few surviving lords quickly combined their wits to unite the warring isles, finally tired of fighting the wars their predecessors desired so much blood for. In this fusion, the formerly warring ninja clans were finally brought to light amongst one in another in a more positive manner. No longer were the forced to silence each other for foot hold, but instead negotiate a better more withstanding agreement that would lead to the prosperity of all within the newly formed nation.

In these days, the former warring groups were no longer enemies, but instead united under a single common cause. Now able to set their differences aside for the betterment and reconstruction of their destroyed residence. Near simultaneously, a new thought came to light, through an overseas message perhaps. Other countries were quickly making their unified foundations. Perhaps this lead to the quickened unison of the warring isles. The thought of no longer wanting to squabble civilly amongst a crowed of similar people, and instead focus there efforts on creating a pride and powerful nation. One that is prosperous and dignified, instead of a group of tired savages fighting for reasons long forgotten in the modern setting.

Under this treaty, a pact was made. The Feudal Lords and the other martially incapable beings would be left to handle the financial and territorial aspects of the country, sequentially backed up by a militaristic force comprised of a small standing armored army (what was left of the samurai and warrior forces) and the remaining ninja clans. As a compromise to this new army to make them feel as if they were no longer the pack dogs of their lords, they were granted their own section of the main island; hidden amongst the depths of the misty trees where they can live in peace and train, until their units were called for. There, they were granted the ability to manage their own sub-government, lead by one of the most well-known, and perhaps most feared ninja of the time.

Shockingly the elected leader of this establishment, the ninja who eagerly and swiftly turned tides in battles long to be vividly described for the histories to come, was a female; her power duly recognized amongst the clans the lords alike. They viewed, perhaps the fittest decision that the intuition and maternal instinct of a woman would eventually lead to the betterment and greater establishment of the lands and the descendants to come. In turn, she was named a Feudal Lord to speak, the lord of the united Ninja Tribes pressed within the government. Her title, Mizukage or “Water Shadow,” a fitting name for this individual, who coolly displayed the fluidity of water throughout her graceful moments on the field as well as the swift judgment it can present throughout her abilities; a better basing for a title crafted amongst the depths of the isles to appease the watered nations. Truly a fit leader to advise the lords as their Chief General, while at the same time managing the aspects of her own government.

This government, however, still retained the ancient structure presented by their lords; the Mizukage in all respects acting both as a Daimyo of their territory as much as a darkened shadow amongst the shinobi. The samurai deserved at least this, to somehow have their traditions retained, at least in a minuscule stance to the familiar. Loyalty and honor was retained. However, it was modified to suit the needs of shinobi, allowing them to portray a deceptive and hidden nature towards their enemies, but conversely remain loyal to their respective lords and clansmen. Honor amongst their people, and sometimes within battle. Though depending on how hard the tradition sticks to the individual. Subsequent to this retaining of tradition, the weaponry arts were also retained, Kenjutsu falling far popular within the masses of shinobi. One of which, perhaps to be labeled as one of the prestigious founders of this village, asserted a powerful mastership of this blade likely to be unrivaled until long after his death, which surely didn't come any time soon.

Amongst the precedence of advanced swordsmanship, ninjas had begun to adapt their energies to the beneficial manipulation of the surrounding element. Water, the abundant material their lives so strived upon. Surely, no rival village had anywhere near the capacity or innate skill as the residing shinobi, who so easily commanded the mother’s element to a proficiency few would have gained intensely, in turn adopting a trademark. The infamous trademark the village would soon receive its name from; that prestigious manipulation of hydroid fluids to from a dense mist, which only signified the death of those trapped within, a true assassins calling. For that’s what they were, perhaps the most efficient assassins of all the forming villages, the Oni of the Mist. The worldly children would come to fear this blinding essence, once the stories spread of the actions taken amongst it. Soon the ominous mist naturally blanketing the countries lands would be carried out to the other lands. Hopefully striking fear into the others incapable of dwelling within. Perhaps even death itself feared the evocation of this field.

The revolutions were finally squelched by these combined efforts. The shinobi armies becoming far more respected by the non-talented residents of the isles who they once killed ruthlessly. The country was finally capable of thriving, its armies fighting off the invaders of other nations and regulating the needed trade. Currencies gained from these trades were eagerly sent to the Ninja capital, newly recognized as Kirigakure or “The Village Hidden within the Mist”, a fitting name for such apparition-like individuals. This new influx of money was spent in betterment to the defensive nature of the village. Outdated walls were reinforced and remade, new facilities and technologies were created and enhanced. The village itself was in turn a perfect reflection of its nation, though at the same time secretive and hidden from the society. As many did not want to know the actions taken place by these individuals.

The village was adapting now. Bettering itself and its structure to avoid conflicts for those unworthy of its glory. However, there were always squabbles amongst the clans. Many of which appeased by the soothing words of their Kage, though some eventually eradicated fully because of their insatiable lust for power, and the Kage’s complete apprehension to the problems they would place upon the village and the country as well. Obviously the village's founder, her body aged of war and tireless feud, was not willing to risk any full scale war between the villages clansmen ever so stated amongst those of other countries. They had already survived the years of conflicts before. Why must the squabble once again reign over the whims of a socially inept clan incapable of following simple tasks. In this respect, Kirigakure gained some reputation of being ruthless and blood lusty. Luckily, the remaining blood lust was focused elsewhere. Vicious missions were given out to suppress and tame the lust and divert it to other means. Happily sparking skirmishes with countries far out of the reach of Kirigakure’s instantaneous grasp, but opposite in the same respect.

Quietly, the temporary peace of this shadow–clad settlement remains. The entire workings still hidden amongst the world due to their complicated setting. The Feudal Lords work directly with the Kage, at the same time keeping to themselves about meaningless non-militaristic views, even if she felt partially interested into the concerns. The village was settled and it’s view expanded. Now readying itself for views of the outside world and perhaps a potential grasp at it in the same, wanting to make stake in the new life outside of their own densely crowded and musty with bloodied history.

The Mainland would know this story; the world would come to respect the small civilization resting far to the east, far from the reach of unwanted squabbles as a reminder. The Land of Water, Mizu no Kuni, will no longer be the bloodied land masses set from indecisive leaders. No, the world will face the dominating persona of this essence, the lands capable of silencing themselves to bring prestige amongst its people, and Kirigakure will be at its forefront. Once the mist descends, the synchronous symphonies of chaos will end.

An Elder from Mizu no Kuni dictating to his scribe
* Note: Formation of Kirigakure happened in 144 A.S.