Post by GSW Admin on Jan 21, 2009 13:09:49 GMT -5
Grand Shinobi World
Legends of War
Legends of War
Two hundred and thirty years. The jewel of our world died. He left behind a legacy, of caring, honor, strength, and pride that would never be seen in one of us ever again. Naruto, the one of legend, the one that sought out understanding, by showing others misunderstanding.
Though as Naruto left tensions rose and 30 years ago a grand war started. Death was common place in this new world. As your father, brother, son, died you cared not, for it was expected. Konoha the Great City of Fire was drawn into battle with the villages of Kirigakure, Kumogakure, and Iwagakure. They sought the destruction of the most powerful, to get rid of the competition. They underestimated the bond formed of the past between the Village of Fire and Wind. They joined together to push back their enemy. However unknown to them at the time, they had started perhaps the bloodiest and longest war the Great Land has ever seen. Hell...... Hell was the only way to describe this war. Death, destruction, hatred, misunderstanding, and a forever feel of ignorance.
Thirty long years, and this war continued. Thirty long years and the deaths of thousands still littered the ground of our land. Thirty long years, and still we sought power instead of peace. Three stood up to fight that final battle. Three became defeated. One stood at the end of the day. Hokage falling to the Tenson clan. The Tenson clan falling to the Raikage. The Raikage falling to Berca Uchiha. The supposed death of the victor was a ploy, a ploy to gain power and become greater then anyone before in his family. Soon word spread. People feared, people hated, and people worried. Another brought his guts to the field of battle. He sought the honor and power the Uchiha had taken from him. Mizukage now stood to challenge the one that seemed unchallengeable.
Shall they fight, and who shall fall? The challenge was sought, and accepted. Here they fought, here in the Forest Country, here in Baragakure. Battle continued, months passed without either losing ground. Both fearful of the other as their energies died down and their breaths came in sharp gasps. Two greats, fell to something as simple as exhaustion that day. Both sat in the powerful rays of the sun. Here with his last bit of strength Berca Uchiha stood and walked over to his opponent.
"We are Shinobi, We carry the honor of our Bothers, and We protect this Grand World."
His words rang true that day as both men sought peace. Both looked at the war that they had created and sought a feeling of peacefulness, a feeling of silence. Here they vowed never again will this happen as they live.
Ten more years passed after the events of the treaty. Peace seemed more like a realization now then ever before. Here they felt the soft warm breath of nature allowing them a moment to stretch and enjoy the sights. Somewhere though lurking in the shadows is something or someone, that has a better idea of peace. Relations may faulter, pride may fall, and strength may prevail. Fight, negotiate, but never quit.