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After the Fourth Great Shinobi World War ended, the world was experiencing a time of peace. The villages for once were able to live in relative harmony with one another as they rebuilt, and for once, all seemed to be well. The kage were able to live peaceful lives and soon began retiring, passing on the baton to the next generations. That is until an unknown virus infects the northern coast. The first to fall is the once powerful Raikage, Ay. While many thought this virus was a simple mutation of what may have well been the flu, no one would ever think of the destruction it would cause. Especially when it infected a certain Uzumaki Naruto.
With his death came the malice; with the malice came the destruction; with the destruction came the shinobi' revolt; and with the revolt came the sacrifices. The Bijuu became filled with malice that they sought to destroy the world. Shinobi sought a way to fight them and once again capture each of the Bijuu. Time passed, and a plan was devised. The Jinchuuriki would be sacrificed for the greater good of the world, and with the deaths of nine individuals, an uneasy peace began.
As time continued, the villages began to truly restructure. In a peace that would last 80 years after the downfall of the Bijuu, the world would see the creation of a great many things. Technology was beginning to take root and before long the blossoms that grew from the tree of the advanced mind would bear fruit. A many great things came to be. A railroad between the vast many nations. Mechanical limbs to replace lost ones. Radios that could reach between villages. Everything seemed to be becoming less reliant on the shinobi. Only the need for them never truly vanished. As with the growth of time, also continued the growth of malice.
Kentaro let out soft breath as his legs trembled before finally collapsing. Falling down onto his hands and knees, the kid let out a soft chuckle as his palms met with a soft mass of mud. Quite frankly, the little twelve year old had went a tad overboard for the last few hours. Leaving his village to train in a region where he could run without accidentally running into individuals, he had decided to make the mist-covered forests that encased Kirigakure his playground. He was practicing his Shukuchi, a technique that allowed him to move at exceptional speeds. Though he could claim he could run faster than most could see with their naked eye, he easily would admit it was far from mastered and certainly had room to grow. Currently, it left behind noticeable indentions in the earth, warning others of his path. Plus, it was hard to move while using it, leaving him traveling in straight forward lines.
Today, he to try and expand his versatility with the technique. But, this was easier said than done. If something could have went wrong, it basically did. Within the first forty minutes, his sandals gave out on him. The soles eroded away from friction and straps that held them upon his foot feel apart. Though a bit annoying, he wasn’t a materialistic one and merely stripped them off before continuing. This was going fine until the skin of his feet started to meet the same effects. His heels cracked and blisters soon began to form. As they popped and began oozing blood, an even softer runway was needed. Maybe it was a good thing Mizu no Kuni was encased by a large ocean. The salt water would cleanse his newfound wounds while even adding a means of increasing his chakra control. After all, you couldn’t be a good ninja if you couldn’t easily walk upon water.
As his training shifted to the ocean, running across the fairly calm sea was easy. He could move incredible distances without as much of that painful friction. But, that was probably his biggest problem. As he felt it was time to call it a day, his squinty eyes found no identifiable landmarks to direct him back towards his home. Lost, bewildered, and certainly confused, Kenny picked a direction merely continued running. It was only until he heard the sounds of birds off in the distance that showed him the proper path. Well, for the most part. As he wandered onto shore and into the forest, he noticed unfamiliar flora and fauna all around him. He has crossed the damn sea!
As if the boredom of being unable to work hadn't gotten to Yuu enough already, he knew it could be a lot worse. It was the worst he'd ever been harmed in friendly combat, but it could still be a lot worse. Even with his flesh mended, it would take time for the motor functions to completely return to Yuu's left hand. It made him all-around useless. And that girl still had his bow.
The chuunin sighed, borrowed dagger feeling oddly heavy on his hip. The real issue here was not the hurt arm, but the fact he was was well out of his way. The medic had meant to stop in Kusa to study medicinal scrolls unavailable in Iwagakure, but had fallen asleep on the train, ending up at the station much nearer the coast. Rather than waiting four hours for the next train to arrive for the return trip, Yuu had studied a map and decided to make the best of the trip, heading out to the land of the extinct Uzushiogakure no Sato.
The whirlpool country was nearby, connected to the mainland by one long bridge. The shift in priorities had occurred because Uzushio was where fuuinjutsu originated, a topic Yuu was quite interested in. Nearby was the resort village Yugakure, whose active ninja died out centuries prior. It would be a good place to stop for a night before setting out back to Kusa.
As Yuu neared the shore that would take him to the Whirlpool, he noticed a small, rather ghastly looking figure emerge through the forest on unsteady feet. Blinking, he realized it was a child. But out here? The way he walked, though his face didn't show pain, indicated his bare feet were painful, and the holster around his leg marked him as a shinobi. A genin, it looked like. Konoha, maybe. A Kiri genin surely wouldn't have wandered this far across the sea. Still, someone in pain compelled Yuu to help. He had enough things on him for general first aid.
“Hey kid, you okay?” Yuu called, waving his good hand to grab the genin's attention. Hopefully the splinted arm would make him appear less intimidating, and he jogged over with his hand on his bag, preventing it from slamming against his leg. The kid was a lot smaller up-close. Not especially short for his apparent age but thin, clothes hanging awkwardly off his frame. The filth he was covered in suggested he was either rolling around in mud to amuse himself or training, perhaps.
