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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.
Amaya was walking along with the flyer in her hand. She had caught a glimpse of the odd fellow putting up the sign and he certainly seemed like a fellow with the kind of personality you would associate with the circus. Reading it, she figured she'd get to help some interesting characters and hopefully return a lost item to them. She traveled the the gates of Konoha and then out a bit, eventually coming across the camp.
If it wasn't for the fact that amaya had a mission to do, she'd be gawking over everything she saw. Let's face it, clowns were cool to her and the entire circus atmosphere was fun. She began looking around for the master performer, hoping it'd be the eccentric man, but not counting on anything.
It was a nice day in Hi no Kuni. The weather was quite fair with clouds that hung high in the sky. Hawks flew high in the sky, almost as if they were trying to touch the clouds themselves, but were never able lest the high noon sun burn them to a crisp. On the grounds of the circus campsite, however, things were ever the same if only a little bit more busy due to the performers running about trying to accomplish various tasks as well as appease any random guests from the village and travelers alike. Only one man was not running about, and that was the solemn looking orange haired master performer. It seemed that the flyer he had put up had yet to be answered. A damn shame.
Or so he thought at first, only a somewhat small girl soon approached the camp, and most could tell with one look she was here to speak business. So they were more than willing to at least point her in the general direction of the master performer. A general direction that wasn't so general considering sense of direction among many of the performers was a little more than lacking. So after directing her to about every corner of the camp, the Master Performer would eventually see her himself, and bring it upon himself to go greet her. "Good A'ternoon," he spoke with a cheery tone of voice, although one look at him would easily give away his grief. "Are yee perhaps here about the flyer?" Right down to business, yup.