Author: As to the reason why I didn't update this sooner...just didn't really feel like it...that, and I was working on 3-4 original stories/ animes that I plan to post onto the internet once I refine them...enough.

For the sake of getting this chapter up in time before my family kicks me off, I will post this one without answering any reviews...if you have any questions, post them in the review and I'll try to answer them in the third chapter...

If there is a third chapter, that is...haven't decide on it yet.

disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

enjoy the fic.

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" Well, this could be a problem." the man stated, looking down at the various bodies that were littering the alley way. Turning his glaze back to the scroll he had found on them, he wondered if 'they' were at it again. It wouldn't take much for them to succeed now, all they would need is one little thing. Looking down at his sheep, he saw that it had began to eat the people.

" Hey now, I thought I broke you of that habit?" The man said, the sheep looking up from it's food. Smiling and revealing it's blood stained teeth, the man just rubbed the temples between his eyes. " I told you, you need to ack more like a sheep." The sheep let out a 'bahh', walking up to it's master and looking at him with some of the harshest set of puppy eyes anyone has ever had to witness. Of course, the man was too much of an asshole to care...

" You know that doesn't work on me, right?" The man asked, the sheep still trying to look innocent. The man, deciding that he had spent enough time here, went over towards the bodies. Taking what ever was usable from them, he started to sort out what he could actually take with him. It's not like he could carry all that with him, traveling so much and all. After sorting and placing whatever he could into his jacket/ coat, the man had a good look at the men he has just killed. He then noticed something about the leader of the group..

" Hmm, he looks familiar." Reaching into his coat, the man brought out a book and began to look through it. " Ah, so you are in here. Who knew someone with your status/ rank was such a push over...you'll get me a nice load of cash." The man then picked up the body and tossed into onto his shoulder, looking over at the other two bodies.

" Considering that they're not worth anything, I'll just leave them here. I'm sure someone will find them eventually...without being half eaten." The man said, glaring at his sheep, who had begun to eat from the remaining men once more. The sheep once more looked at it's master, gulping down whatever was remaining in it's mouth and running up to him. They then began to walk away from the bodies, the man humming a tune as he walked, adding a little bounce to his step.

He had just earned his meal ticket for the next few weeks, of course he would be happy.

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Tsunami yawned, walking down the stairs towards the kitchen. Opening the cabinet and getting the apron, she tied it on and began to prepare breakfast. Beginning to count down in her mind, when she reached zero and looked over at the stairs. Yep, her father was walking down them, bring his hand up to his mouth and yawning. Turning back to the meal, her expression dulling a bit.. Her father went over towards the table and had a seat, looking over at his daughter.

" Tsunami? Are you alright?" her father asked, Tsunami snapping out of her daydream and looking over at her father.

" I'm fine, I was just thinking about yesterday." Tsunami stated, looking down at the meal she was cooking. " You'll have to settle for what we had last time."

" It's fine with me, I didn't really get to finish eating yesterday." he stated, his mouth drooling a bit. " I can't wait to taste-."

" Which reminds me, what happened with the meeting." her father's face instantly hardened, sitting back in his chair and rubbing his eyes. Tsunami raised an eyebrow at her father. " Well?" Her father sighed in disappointment.

" The increase of military training was denied, we just didn't have the funds for it." the old man stated, Tsunami letting a smile appear on her face. Finishing breakfast, Tsunami took out a few plates. A minute later, she and her father were at the table, enjoying they're meal in silence. Well, that was until one subject came to the old mans mind.

" Tsunami." The man said, his daughter looking up from her meal.

" What is it?"

" There's something I need to warn you of.." her father said, getting up from his seat and taking his now cleaned plate over to the sink. Tsunami turned in her seat to look at him.

" And that is?"

" Before you head out, you need to know that there is a possible 'true' shinobi inside of the village." The man stated, seeing his daughter's eyes light up slightly. " We don't know if it's him or not, but we do know that they managed to slaughter a few nin's without taking a hit." Tsunami's eye's suddenly lost they're glow, her turning around and returning to her meal.

" It doesn't sound like him, he wouldn't have killed them..." Her father only walked towards the door and grabbed his coat, putting it on and glancing over at her.

" Just don't suddenly go looking, if it is a 'true' shinobi, then it would be dangerous. Your not strong enough to fight against one, so do me a favor and just run from them, okay?" The old man asked, Tsunami getting up from her seat and taking her plate over towards the sink, turning around to face her father.

" Yes, I know, take care not to get killed on the way to work." Tsunami said, waving to her father as he walked out of the door. The door closing behind him, Tsunami sighed in relief and went over towards the phone. It itself was pretty crappy, but at least it worked. Picking up the phone and checking for a dial-tone, Tsunami began to push a few numbers in. After waiting a minute or two, some one picked up the phone.

" Virgil?" Tsunami asked. " Yes, it's me. I won't be able to come to work today, something's turned up. Yes, I know. Yes. No...Yes. Thank you for understanding." Tsunami placed the phone down, smiling to herself. Turning around, she reached over and grabbed her large black coat. Making her way out the door, she closed it behind her, the house growing silent.

The hunt had begun...

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Tsunami ran on the roof tops, pumping some chakra into her legs and increasing her speed. The few people that were actually able to keep up with her speed and see her were impressed. Most civilian's weren't capable of manipulate chakra well enough to give them any real boost of power, so seeing her, or anyone for that matter, do it was impressive to most. If she could pull off a high powered jutsu, however, that would be a different matter. If she ever did something like that, she would probably be arrested for having been in contact with a 'true' shinobi and would be taken in for questioning.

That's just how things were these days. The shinobi, once a strong powerful group of people, had killed themselves off, the few survivors being hunted down and killed off. Hell, the reward for a small genin was over in the hundred thousands, just because of what they could grow up to be. Chuunin's where in the millions, Jounin's in the hundred millions. Taking down an anbu or hunter would net you billions, and taking down just one kage or legendary shinobi would get you one hundred billion dollars. Yes, there where a few cities/ people who could afford to pay this kind of fee, some willing to pay it just to stay in power.

Ever since the shinobi nations collapsed on themselves, there has been a power struggle over the lands. Cities, organizations, companies (ect), anyone who could fund it would try to dominate the world now that the shinobi 'race' was almost gone. Even going as far as to hire samuri from another country to help exterminate them. They just didn't want to risk another village appearing and taking control of th nations once more. Though, most people doubted if they're were any kages or legendary shinobi left in the world. Tsunami, herself, wished that the shinobi would return.

Shinobi, even with they're own bickering amongst one another, kept these nations in balance of power. The smaller villages, which were eventually tracked down and destroyed as well, helped to keep the balance by filling in the smaller areas. They were just really another form of a soldier, only more powerful in every sort of way. The government heads say that shinobi are horrible in every way for starting wars, though a few years ago they would have stated about how useful it was to have a shinobi to kill off the person that was running against them in some election or about some leader of an opposing group. They didn't make the mission, only carried it out, to be blunt. Until people realize this, there will always be something like a 'shinobi' around, even long after the 'true' shinobi are gone.

Leaping high into the air, Tsunami landed sideways on a tower, applying chakra to stick to the wall. Running up it, she jumped when she reached the top and landed on it's roof, scanning over the entire village. It had been so long since she had been up on top of the tower, the wind blowing in her hair, feeling good to the touch. With everything that had been going on lately, the village leaders had been 'restricting' movement, so to speak, everyone being forced to keep to the ground and avoid using he roof tops if possible. Tsunami was too excited to care about the rule at this point, searching every knock and cranny that came within her eyes view.

"Maybe...just maybe it's..." Tsunami continued to scan over the village, taking in everything that moved in her sight. It had been awhile since she needed to do something like this, focusing chakra into here eyes to increase her overall sight range. A person, in general, could focus chakra almost anywhere on the body, allowing it to strengthen or change in some way. It was something that Tsunami had been spending that last few years perfecting so that she could show her sensei when he finally returned. If he ever returned at all, and if she could ever find him, mind you.

"Naruto..."

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The man stood on top of a House, looking over the village he had admired ever since he was little. They had grown strong in the years, able to get past they're grief/suffering and move forward in the world. With the death of the cruel man that controlled them for so long, they were able to stand on they're own to feet again. It was a sight to behold, really, one of which the man wished that the people didn't have to go through. This place was also special for another reason...

It was the first to...accept him for who he was, which made it all the more special.

Looking down at the sheep near his feet, it looked up at him and 'bahhed', rubbing against his leg. The man smiled, bending down slightly and petting the sheep. It seemed to have lost the blood stains from earlier , it's wool and face now clean of evidence. Yeah, as soon as they got the chance, they cleaned that, knowing that if someone walked by and saw a sheep with blood stains all over it, there would be questions. Which in general, in the words of a man he once knew, would be 'too troublesome' for him to bother with. That, and some of them don't know when to stop asking questions, meaning that it may eventually lead to the ultimate one. 'Are you a 'true' shinobi or not?'

It was a standard, simple question that all village/ cities (ect) asked. Of course, a real one wouldn't just state that they were ( unless they were some arrogant bastard) and suffer the consequence's. No, they would state otherwise and be put through a test that the towns/ villages/ cities had made awhile after the war. It was simple, they would take you to a room and measure your Chakra level. If it was too high, you were killed for being a 'true' shinobi or for having the potential to be one. Most would just escape, though they're name and picture would be posted for a bounty. That's just how things worked, they would kill you if you had the ability to easily become a shinobi...easier then what it takes anyway.

There are times, however, when a shinobi may let themselves be caught. It can be nerve racking for some to be hunted 24/7, some just giving up and letting themselves be caught. The process to kill a shinobi is a painless one, to an extent. The same room that the machine is in, also allows for shinobi to be killed on the spot, able to release a deadly gas inside the room. It kills them quietly, taking only a minute or two to kick into effect. Not all shinobi, however, react well to the gas and may end up on the floor, having died a brutal death that no one should have been forced to go through.

" Just how the world works, I guess..." The man stood up, and looked behind him to a single person smiling at him, his white hair flowing a bit in the wind. The man's coat also moved, him reaching up and lowering his hat slightly.

" Anything I can help you with, sir?"

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author: welp, it's the shorter version of the story, but still good none the less. It's better then having nothing, right? Please read and review.