Hello everyone, this is the start of my new reboot of my original story, The Blind Seventh Swordsman. Now, before you read, especially those who were previous fans of my original work, I want to warn you that I have taken some creative liberties to change a few things. Some might not enjoy it or think I should have kept the original concept and just work out the problems but I just believe this would be better. First off, the harem will be cut down to 5. But one of the biggest and possibly the most influential change I made is that Naruto won't be the next Kyuubi incarnate.

I know, I know. It might not seem like a reboot if I'm not following the original but, technically, I am. You see, during my young years on I, like many, wanted to think of something cool to add to their story. Soon enough, the story I created was nothing more than a collection of half baked ideas that I didn't think all the way through.

Now, that's not saying that I think if you enjoyed my previous story that you are foolish. I love the people that supported me and thought that my idea was worthy of saying it was good. I just believe this way, the original idea I started with, will mesh well and create a much better story.

BUT! If you were a fan of the idea and wish to see the Kyuubi incarnate continue, I have been thinking about doing a stand alone story of Naruto becoming the Kyuubi incarnate. Please, hit me up with A PM or through a review if you would like to see it and the more I get, the higher the story goes up on my to do list!

Thank you all for supporting my decision and I hope you like it. Also, a special shout out to Lockdown00 and Ryuujin96 for giving me a TON of useful and very well thought out ideas for summoning scrolls, fighting styles, weapons, and so much more for this story. He's a good friend.

Prologue: How it all began

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The sun bleeds through the curtains, spilling into someone's humble abode, illuminating the room ever so slightly. One of the hardened beams of the morning light illuminates a particular creature that writhed under his blanket. The creature of unknown origins soon slithers his way from under the comfort and warm embrace his blanket offered and onto the harsh carpeted floor of his apartment. The boy almost hissed at the aspect of having to rise this early in the morning, something most, if not all would do; and to be honest, there would be no way he would be up at this hour, letting the morning fade away like the lazy bastard he is. But, unfortunately for him, there was a knock at his door, a quick rattle of knuckles against the cheap plastic casing the door was made of. The owner of this place was too damn cheap to spring for a good looking door, seeing as it gets broken down a few times a year.

The knock seemed urgent, fearful in fact; continuing over and over again as if he was paid to do this.

"Oi! I'm coming, give it a rest!" The boy hissed, sluggishly rising from his floor and began to slip on his pants, seeing as they once again got kicked off of him last night during one of his midnight, dream filled, stupors. That and the heat in this room; thanks to the poor ventilation and the lack of properly sealed off windows, it made the summer heat 10 times more worse in this sweatbox he called a home.

Quickly slipping on his pants he slinked slowly towards the door, a moan of displeasure slipping past his unmoving lips. As he scratched his scalp with his long nails and took his final few steps towards his door, the man on the other side was losing his mind the longer he had to wait in this hellish place.

He was a scrawny welp with the cooth of a nervous bager and was half as likeable, his knuckles rattling against the door as he head whipped back and forth; his nerves inflamed the more he stood in the red light district. Such a place was almost foreign to the normal's who reside in the better funded side of Konoha. The people here almost seemed to turn into savages, born to be nothing but scavengers that have no problem in pick the bones off of dead corpses with a smile on their blood soaked faces…..or at least, that's what people like to believe.

A competent or a rational person could tell you these are people trying to make it through life with the tools they are given, struggling to keep their own businesses afloat while their customers are driven off by the mere thought of having to be elbow to elbow with the scum of the red light district. Families having to raise their kids with the added stigma of being labeled nothing more than thieves, drug dealers, whores, or murderers; as you can tell, not a very good environment to raise children in.

That's why this pale stick of a man stood at the door of another, his knees clacking together like metallic desk toys and his eyes swiveling back and forth as if he was guilty of some heinous crime. This was the first time he's ever had to deliver a summons to someone in the red light district, and he certainly hoped it would be the last. His trip down these murky roads was enough to send a chill up his spine, and the looks he was given by those who lived here was enough to stop anyone in their tracks. But, being a loyal messenger of the Hokage, he had to carry on, even if he was sweating up enough water to fill a small pool.

Once he arrived at his destination his body locked up and his mouth ran dry as the looming look of the apartment building he stood before was too much of a horrendous sight to see. The bottom rungs of apartments were practically demolished, doors kicked down, windows smashed, and the rooms were either bare of anything like pictures, beds, carpeting, etc. Or, was filled with filthy mattresses and stained walls as it seemed like the room has had his fair share of romance conquests within it's sticky walls.

The second rung wasn't as bad, but that's not saying much. The rung was filled with garbage, not even a single person could push their way through to get to a door so they could rest their heads on one of the beds inside. The hallway was littered with everything from typical bags of garbage to a sickening amount of actual human bodies, using this din of filth and disdain as a place of rest and refuge.

But the final floor, rung three, was the best of them all. Other than some light graffiti, spelling out curses and profanity that would make even the harshest sailor blush, everything seemed alright. The windows were decent but could use a scrubbing or two, the doors were standing up right perfectly, all through the door knobs were not polished to his likings. Everything seemed alright…..except for one.

Apartment C 22, the 22nd door on the row, the door this poor, unfortunate soul landed on. The man checked the address he scribbled on a piece of paper almost 100 times before he nervously settled on following through with his job. The door was littered with graffiti, each square inch was covered in harsh language and statements such as, "The din of a demon" or, "kill him", each one he read made him more and more rattled. What made it even worse was the grunts and the moans that seemed to be rising from behind the door, each second was met with a hard stomp of a foot, each growing louder and louder

And that's where we are now, a scrawny little man, tapping his bony little knuckles against the out of place door as he waits with baited breath to what might be living behind it.

The doorknob twisted open, revealing to the man a simple child, 10 years old at best. The boy was merely skin and bones, sweatpants and a tank top the only thing that hung to his frail body which looked two sizes too big for him. His blonde hair was a long mess of tangles and knots reaching to the small of his back. But, the most interesting difference about this boy was his eyes. The were bandaged, covered in obviously used gooze, keeping his eyes hidden from the messenger or anyone for that matter. Yes, it took the messenger a bit to adjust to the boy's look and attire, taking his sweet time to scan over the boy; which was something Naruto wasn't very keen on.

With a snir and a cough of bile and phlegm, the boy stated, "well? What do you want?" His voice almost as bitter and impatient as a crabby old bird who hates the world. The messenger nearly jumped at the boy's harsh sound, surprised to get this negative and visceral type of tone from such a young child.

I suppose living in such hostile environments truly does corrupt the young, he presumed, fiddling with the so called message he was suppose to deliver. "I-I have a note from the Hokage himself, I was sent to deliver it as soon as possible." He declared, presenting the piece of parchment to the boy with a little flick of the wrist.

They stayed in a awkward silence for quite some time, the messenger waiting for this boy to read the letter directly from the office of the Hokage while the boy stands opposite of him, tapping his bare feet in utter annoyance and contempt to the person standing before him.

"Oi, dumbass," The boy barked, making the messenger jolt a bit from his authoritative voice, "I don't wear these bandages for show. I can't read, you prick!"

"O-Oh, yes. My apologies, sir," The man quivered, taking the paper in both hands and begins to read it out loud, "D-Dear Naruto Uzumaki, I wish to speak with you as soon as possible regarding your application sent in to the Shinobi Academy. Hope you are having a wonderful start to your day and I hope to see you soon. Signed, Lord Hokage himself."

The man read the letter well, adding his own improved inflections, something other less jaded people would find nice or even funny, but, unfortunately, he was dealing with Naruto without his much need 14 hours of sleep. "Thanks for that….ummmm," Naruto waited, hoping the messenger would take the hint and give him his name.

"O-Oh, right. My name is Daichi, I-I'm Lord Hokage's personal messenger." he declared proudly, a light smirk appearing on his features at the "personal" part of his sentence. He seemed to have this aura of smugness waffing around him at this point, almost overjoyed that he was the only personal message boy for the Hokage.

"Yes, well, thank you, Daichi." Naruto said rather awkwardly as the messenger stood there in silence for another 5 uncomfortably silent seconds; "tell Jiji I'll be there in a few minutes. I need to brush my teeth, wash up, you know. Get all dolled up for him," Naruto's sarcasm was apparent as he closed the door in the messengers face, leaving Daichi to do whatever the hell he needed to do.

After hearing the disgruntled messenger stumble his way down the flight of stairs, Naruto went back to his usual "early" morning routine; being face first in his favorite pillow, dreaming of a river filled with the broth of his favorite Ramen. Oh how he couldn't wait to get back to his slumber…...but something was nagging in the back of his mind as he prepared to slip off his trousers and dive under his covers. "Jiji is probably expecting me soon." He hummed, tapping his bare feet against the rough, shag carpeting as he scratched the tip of his chin. His eyebrows furrowed in thought as he became more and more irritated at this pesky little niggle banging around his his head. "Fine," Was all he said, sighing reluctantly at his resignation and trotted off towards his bathroom. With a quick flick of his wrist his previous sleepwear was thrown in the general area of his clothes hamper, landing with a familiar "swish" as it usually did. "Bullseye!" Naruto humored, cheering his shot with raised arms and his signature cheeky grin. As he edged his way towards his bathroom, his hands sliding across the wallpaper to give him a sense of where he was in his room, he couldn't help but hear his plumbing.

"That bastard cut off my plumbing again, didn't he?" Naruto bitterly hissed, unable to hear the humming of his hot water heater or the water swishing through the pipes, leaving him without the ability to shower or brush his damn teeth. All he could do was sigh, "Oh well, I guess it's gum and deodorant for me today."

On that note, Naruto walked back to his decrepit dresser and pulled out his usual attire for todays meeting with the Hokage.

He slipped on a black, baggy pair of cargo pants with extra room in his calf reaction, thanks to the tailor three blocks down the way for listening to his very specifics needs. Next was his usual splash of color, a burnt orange tee with a spiral design in the center. After rolling on his favorite scented anti perspirant and popped in a stick of spearmint flavored gum, he opened his door to the morning breeze, a feeling he despised more than anything.

Mornings meant he had to wake up and deal with the everyday troubles of life, his only solace being the people of the red light district. Those people of the financially superior part of Konoha who have to step into this district, they felt unwelcomed, like they were hated or shunned by these damned fools and they would be right. Those people who live in this district have dealt with such horrendous bias and social rejection that those who hold money are unwelcomed here unless they want to buy something, then the prices surprisingly rise to count for inflation.

The people of this district are actually rather sweet and kind, sure they had no problem in breaking a few bones here or there or doing a few things that were frowned upon by the law, but that's what humans do, test the boundaries of the world and do what they must to survive.

Prostitution, gambling, drug dealing, murder, each felony has been done a thousand different times on these streets, and each member of this community has blood on their hands one way or another and you know what? None of them judge the other, they rally around that, they built a code, a report. Nothing leaves this district.

It was a simple place with complex people, something that Naruto truly loved about the district. As he walked through the district streets, taking in the sounds of the stores opening their doors to the waiting public and the smell of freshly cooked food wafting through the air, he couldn't help but remember how much these people have done for him.

They seemed welcoming to the blind child during his stay here. At first the reception he got was mixed, some found it strange for such a fragile boy to be left alone in this grungy place while others saw it as a character builder, toughing up a doughy kid for the harsh world. But their mixed feelings soon changed when Naruto began to help the few stories that took pity on him at the beginning. He would offer his services to help in anyway, whether it was unloading boxes or stocking shelves, he was their go to guy to help out around here.

They wanted to pay him for his troubles but he wouldn't have it, he would always say that them helping him during his time of need was all the payback he needed. It was such a wonderful but odd thing to see. No one should ever be this generous and helpful, but here is a physically blind individual who shows just that and more.

Naruto has had a massive impact on this place and he couldn't see himself living anywhere else but here.

But then there was….the other side. Those who speak ill of the Red light district are the true ones that are blind, they believe that the exterior of a place defies the character it holds, something only fools do. It was clean, pristine, and well kempt, but appearances are only skin deep in this world, and this part of Konoha is far worse than it's exterior pretends to be. One of the many problems with this part is it's people, such foolish people to cast out their own only because they've fallen on hard times. No man, woman, or child weeps for those less fortunate on the district side, they condemn the small, the weak, and those less fortunate.

Even their government smiles down on them while the red side is shadowed over. The Council sees anyone born from this part as nothing but cannon fodder if the make it to the academy and useless little salespeople if they decided to live a humble life as a civilian.

This whole place is a mess, and no one seemed to want to clean it up.

"Welcome to the Hokage Office. Please, sit down and I will be with you momentarily," A chipper tone cut through Naruto's thoughts as he entered into the tower of the Hokage. This voice was none other than the Hokage's secretary, a daft woman who hated Naruto's guts, much like most of the people on this side of Konoha does. But, thanks to a few "anonymous" reports straight to the Hokage himself, she has too keep a tight lid on her lip if she wishes to keep her job.

"Bite the big one," was all Naruto said before walking straight past her and towards the stairs where the Hokage awaits.

"I can't let you do that," His progress was impeded when a woman's hand gripped his forearm tightly. He felt her built up rage, it oozed from her like a black smog, coating Naruto's senses in it's shrode. This was something Naruto felt everyday, "he's in a meeting, you must wait."

"Unless he's in a meeting with himself, he's free." Naruto retorts, stretching his senses towards the top of this mighty tower, reaching the room of his Jiji, and found besides the ANBU that protect him and himself, his room was completely empty. "Now, can you let go of my arm, your perfume is pungent and I don't want it to rub off."

"Why you-" She hissed, only to find the boy's mocking finger in her face, swaying back and forth as he sucks on his teeth like a disapproving teacher.

"Temper, temper." Naruto cooed wickedly, he might sound like an ass but it is only fitting to act like an ass in front of an ass. Besides, when is he ever going to have this chance again, to show her that he was no pushover, not like he was years ago. "Now, my arm, may I have it back?"

She released Naruto's arm, no sooner too, as the Hokage himself descended on high; turning the corner to meet face to face with his secretary as her aura shriveled at his arrival. "I hope I wasn't interrupting something." His old yet firm tone could send shivers down the most veteran of warrior's spine. He may looked old in his present form but this was once and still is a Shinobi God, a man who would dwarf even the strongest of fighters; he has no equal.

"Lord H-Hokage, I-I didn't….It was all a-" She couldn't finish as Naruto's voice cut through hers, getting the attention of the Hokage.

"It was nothing, Jiji-san. It was just a…..misunderstanding," He hummed, "let's get going, I want to get back to my dream. I want my Ramen River back." Naruto's humor cut through the deadly tension in the room, allowing the young secretary a breather as she watches her Lord's gaze leave her.

"I'm pleasantly surprised, Naruto-kun, you actually spared her. I could have fired her on the spot for infringing on my orders," The Hokage chuckled, walking side by side with his young godson, a kind hand resting on the boy's shoulder as they reached the top. "Have you started to go soft on me, Naruto my boy?"

"Not on your life," Naruto chuckled, his hand tracing the spiral walls, "I just knew if I got her fired she'd probably try to burn my house down and this time she won't have a job keeping her from doing that."

"Her attitude towards you aside, I still must apologise for it and for interrupting your beauty sleep," Sarutobi said, baiting the boy as he usually would. He enjoyed his time with the young man, he had an acute knowledge of the world that would take years to understand. There are times that your eyes block knowledge, the boy always quoted. He even went so far as to say he wasn't the one who was blind, those who believe themselves to be normal were.

"If I slept this long to make myself beautiful I would be drop dead gorgeous, old man," He said, humoring the aging leader. He was lucky to have the bond he has with this man, a lesser man in the eyes of the Hokage would have been tossed from his window the moment he mentions his age. "I do it recreationally, a pass time to pass my time. If you catch my meaning. But anyway, I'm surprised you dusted off your ol' messenger boy, usually you would send an ANBU. What's the occasion?"

"The occasion is a lack of ANBU's and a busy schedule." Sarutobi said, taking in a harsh sip of air as he feels his lungs start to weaken. Years of smoking those pipes would do that to a man -years in general would too- he might want to see if it would be possible to work an elevator into this damnable building. "Many of the off the clock ANBU's have been reassigned to different top secret missions, while the few that stayed behind couldn't leave their posts. I apologize if Daichi was a bit off. He's new."

"Quiet apologizing, you're the Hokage." Naruto stated with a smirk, the old man was always . "What happened to Hitachi?"

"He quiet, he felt unappreciated. Seeing as his job could be done quicker and more efficiently with simple ANBU's." Sarutobi retorted.

"I can't say I blame him" Naruto nodded his head to Sarutobi's statement. If your job can be done better without you, why stay? Besides, most messengers were paid by the delievery -a shitty way to make a living, I'm sure-. "Hitachi wasn't a bad guy though, hate to see him go."

"Yes, very true, but, unfortunately, I did not ask you to come at this time just for small talk," Sarutobi said, finally arriving at his office as he walks behind his desk which was now covered in three stacks of papers, each respectfully huge in stature. "If my messenger did what he was instructed to do, you should know what this is about, Naruto-kun."

"Right to the point, huh, Jiji?" Naruto asked, tapping his foot to the floorboards to reveal his surroundings. Once he found what he was looking for, he took up refuge on his favorite couch, plopping his scrawny little hide on the leathery texture of this fine couch. "But yeah, he gave me the jest. Something's wrong with my application to the Ninja Academy, right?"

"...Yes, your application was brought to the attention of the Academy's registration board," Hiruzen's tone soon turned sour, a mournful, almost hesitant tone reached his voice as his aura started to grow cold. "They…..declined you again, they feel that it would be….unfair to you and the other students. You would fall behind because of your condition, meaning they would have to change the curriculum to make sure you could keep up."

"Damnit! That's the fifth one this month!" Naruto yelled, kicking the coffee table in front of him, knocking over the objects that rested neatly on the surface. How much does Naruto have to fight to make sure he has a spot in this years roster of Academy students? He dreams of becoming a shinobi, to show those that he isn't was a casualty, a helpless boy who needed those around him to take pity on him. "Just because I can't see doesn't make me useless. I still have ears, I can listen. My minds like a steel trap! These pricks think I'm weak, just another handicap!...Hey, Jiji. You're the Hokage, you can just order them to take me, right? It can be an early birthday present!"

Ericka! Who could say no to the word of the Hokage? No one, that's who. The registration board couldn't deny a hand written appeal from the leader of Konoha, Naruto would be rubbing elbows with the others, ready to work his ass off to graduate with his class…..unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

"Naruto, I can't do that," he sighed, tapping a bony finger on his wooden desk. "I can't meddle with the registration board. They have the right to decline whoever they wish and if I used my powers to change their minds, I would be disrupting the balance between my jurisdiction and theirs."

"What about that kid last year, they said he couldn't use chakra. Lee, was it?" Naruto retorted without delay, quick on the draw. "Word through the grapevines is that he's still in the Academy. Why can't I?"

"Your conditions different, It's one thing to be unable to use chakra it's another…." Hiruzen stopped, his face twisting at the implications. He knew what Naruto was going to say, he could feel it. This was an all too often occurrence for Naruto in his young life.

"To be blind?" Naruto asked, his tone bitter like venom, "is that what you were going to say? Being blind?"

"...Lee has a sensei, a person who helps him outside of class. That gave the board assurance that they could keep their already set curriculum while also being fair to him and the other students." Sarutobi defended, trying to keep Naruto's wrath quelled for now. Naruto had a nasty temper when it came to his sight, as most would if they've dealt with it for 5 whole years. He felt like this was something everyone saw as a weakness, like it demined him somehow, made him feel like less of a human being. that coupled with the fact that he's been called a demon most of his life it didn't sit well with him when someone used either of those as an excuse to punish him.

"Then let me have a tutor, allow me to have the same chance Lee did and I won't disappoint, I promise. I never go back on my promise," Naruto started to sound desperate, this was his last chance. Registration ended in three days and if he couldn't change their minds by then he will be stuck for another 4 years, forced to watch as another generation of shinobi's pass him by while he has to sit on the sidelines.

"With your condition, it would take more than one tutor to keep you on par with the others. We are talking about learning taijutsu, ninjutsu, and the complete history of the Shinobi world, that's not something we can work around so easily. I'm sorry Naruto, but-" Sarutobi couldn't finish, as the bubbling rage that he tried to keep in check bubbled over.

"I am not some invalid bastard that needs to be handled with care, old man and you know it!" He barked, slamming a fist on the oak table. "My senses have no equal, my mind remembers everything, I'm the hardest worker you have ever seen, and I won't let you or that fucking board pretend like I'm some burden…...please Jiji, just give me a damn chance and I will show you that I can do this. Just one chance!" Naruto's shift was drastic, one minute he's barging around the room, his bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor, and putting everyone in the room -from the Hokage to the ANBU's- on edge.

The next he was standing before the Hokage's desk, his head dangling in desperation as he pleads for his godfather to give him one, just one single opportunity to prove to himself and to the world that he could do this. "I'm blind, yes. We are all aware of that. But does that make me such a liability? Is that what people see when I walk down these halls, a feeble little blind kid? A useless burden? A charity case? Well, at least maybe half of the people think that. The other's see a monster, right?"

The room fell quiet as Naruto waited for his Jiji to say something, hoping to get some reaction from him to know that what he said got through to him. The old man's heartbeat was a good sign that maybe something he said had struck a cord. It beat against his ribcage like a prize fighter, ramping up the more Naruto went at him with the truth, he knew he was getting flustered and he felt very guilty for the boy's predicament. "Naruto…..*sigh* look, I'll look into finding you a few tutors. But don't-" Naruto couldn't hold back his excitement. He jumped at his Jiji with the force of a rocket, scattering the stacks of paper to the floor as he hugged the aging man with all the force he could muster.

"Thank you, thank you Jiji! I promise I will give the Academy my very all. 4 years from now you will see just what I can do." His Jiji's enjoyment wasn't as grand as Naruto's. For one, his organized paper work was now scattered to the wind, each individually laid paper now falling like freshly falling snow and two being that his godson was a bit too energetic for something that wasn't set in stone.

"Now Naruto, I can't guarantee that these tutors will take you. I will be assembling a few of my most trusted shinobi and if they agree then I will send a rebuttal to the board's denial. But if they decide against it, then I'm afraid that you will have to wait for the next term. Are we clear?" He was joyous to see a shift in Naruto's mood and to witness him let loose and release his inner child but he wasn't going to sugar coat something like this to him. He needed to know that their is a real chance of him having to wait 4 more years before he could re-apply.

Quickly hopping from his godfather's lap he adjusted his shirt and dust himself off, trying to regain the usual Naruto attitude. Only a few have ever seen Naruto act his age, Sarutobi being one, the other this interesting ANBU that helped escape a mob, they stayed up all night playing hide-and-seek in the woods. He allowed himself to act a little different around those two but he didn't want it to become a habit, a true man shows his true side with those he trusts. At least that's something he's picked up during his off hours helping a local butcher in the red light district.

"Yeah, I know but a little bit of optimism and forward thinking can't hurt, right Jiji?" Naruto said, a small chuckle escaping him as he couldn't help but wonder where such a stupid idea like that came from. Of course it wouldn't, the world doesn't run on hopes and dreams, but even a cynic prays once in their life. "But yea, I gotcha Jiji, I gotcha. Do you need help with your papers?"

"No Naruto, it's quite alright," Sarutobi lied, saddened at the scattered papers that took him all morning to prepare in the assigned stake, but there was no reason to cry over spilt milk….but that doesn't stop it from being anything other than sad to him. "Now run along, I know you would love to be back under your covers, having sweet dreams of your Ramen River."

The boy quickly took his opportunity to leave the office before Sarutobi changed his mind on needing a helping hand, that and the tension in the room was making him feel…..weird. As the boy left, Sarutobi's amused smirk flattened into a hardened line. Was this the right thing for Naruto? He thought, rolling his pipe between his digits as he lit it with a snap of his thumb and birdy. His eyes have seen many things in his long history as a Shinobi, he's seen amputees find new life with puppet prosthetics, he's seen those who've lost an eye still be a strong ally in a coming battle, but a blind ninja…..that was something no one has ever seen. "I wish you luck Naruto, you will need it in your endeavours in whichever avenue you take in life."

The aura of Naruto was nothing compared to the smile that graced his face, he couldn't wipe it off, nothing could. If only he knew of the eyes that stared upon his sauntering form, a pair of golden ones while the others were beady and black like his heart. The two sported the same matching attire, a ink black cloak that shrouded them in mystery with red clouds outlined in white dotting the fabric. The first was a odd fellow with what looked like a venus fly trap nuzzling his head within it while his head was split down the middle with it's color pallet. One was pale white, that one held a golden eye while the other black half held the other, his shaggy short green hair topped off this freak-show of a person.

His allied partner was a fresh new member to their little organization. Freshly pulled not 5 months ago, this beady eyed mad-man had a blue hue to his skin tone while gills rested on his neck, and his teeth were bared towards their target, pointed and razor sharp like a sharks.

"So, this is the Nine-tails, hmmmm?" The blue skinned newcomer asked, eyeing up his prey with an animalistic stare.

"Our reports say his name is Naruto Uzumaki," The plant being said, phasing a little bit more from his congealed spot in a tree.

"Well, might as well bag'em and tag'em, save us more trouble down the line, what do ya say, Zetsu?" The man asked, reaching for a bandaged surprise that rested on his back, this surprise hungry for it's new prize.

"But our orders were to survey and analyze, we don't engage the target Kisame!" The being now named Zetsu argued, reaching his blackened arm out and grabbing the fool by his cloak, keeping the bloodthirsty butcher at bay for the moment. "You won't make it out alive if you attack him while he's inside the village."

"He's a shrimp, I can take him. It will save us a lot of grief if we get'em while he's nice and defenseless." Kisame retorted, swiping the plant beast's hand off his new threads as he scans the area for his pray once more, finding the little brat rushing towards a distant forest. "And besides, he's blind as a bat, it should be a piece of cake. Samehada has been looking' for a good tasty foe and a Jinchuuriki will fill her up just right." Before Zetsu could argue any longer, the shark like creature exploded into a hail of water and precipitation, a water clone as usual.

"Should we stop him?" the warring voice soon gave way to one as the darker side of Zetsu, both physically and metaphorically began to speak it's mind. "Our leader will not be pleased if his orders are disobeyed. This might ruin our plan."

"Hmmmmmmmm…..no, let the foolhardy shark rush in," the lighter side now had it's say, a smirk appearing on the two halves face as he watched the fool dart towards his destination. "If he succeeds, we will be one step closer to our goals and if he fails we will not be held responsible. We might even get a better member to take his place, one that doesn't smell like salt water and dead fish."

Thank you all for reading this and I am truly sorry for the delay of this reboot or of any other chapters I do for this story. I am so glad that their were so many people who were supportive of this reboot and I really hope you all enjoy this new twist on my older story. One more shout out to Lockdown00 and Ryuujin96, you guys really helped me out. Thank you.

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