The blades of vengeances have fallen swiftly. The shinobi are no more as 'Absolute Justice' has returned...now, it is the Samurai that rule the Five Major Nations!
But at what cost? Have they become the very thing that they despised the most...? Heroes and villains seem to change roles every day, but one thing is for certain - we yearn for our freedom, for days gone by where we flew the skies unhindered.
Yuu found himself deep within the slums of Sunagakure, huddled against a rundown drug den as he watched miscreants dart to and fro across the grounds. Although there were people around him, a dark loneliness plagued his thoughts and being. The sun shone bright in the sky, casting down its warmth to those below, yet he felt only the bitter cold of his own soul. This village was already dying, so why should he stick around to see it end? A single hand reached nervously into his clay pouch, tearing at the explosive material and molding it within his palm. As more and more of his chakra seeped into the malleable ball forming inside his hand, the nervousness slowly went away, replaced by a resolve that grew stronger by the second. His emotionless face even cracked a smile as his palm opened up, the mouth within allowing a tiny bird to take its first steps out in the world.
The bird clung to his fingers as he raised it to his face. Yuu was silent for a moment as he stared directly into the bird's eyes, almost as if there was one final doubt. Some had begun to take notice of the boy at this point, curled up and seemingly dazed with some clay toy against the building. A maniacal laughter cut through the relative silence of the area, just before it was silenced by a great explosion.