1 Chapter 1 : New world and red snow

The sky was black, a cold, icy wind was blowing, a strong snowstorm was enveloping the Sakayo Valley, but on this mid-June night, in this usually quiet valley, the sounds of explosions was resounding.

Screams of pain could be heard miles away, corpses lay on the ground.

Corpses burned, cut, mutilated, unrecognizable, lying on the snow gradually bleeding to death.

The snow was colored a deep red with the blood of hundreds of horribly dead bodies, some with shocked expressions on their faces as if they didn't expect the death that had befallen them, others with fear, despair, astonishment or even resignation in the face of a cruel fate.

There were men, women and even children, many of them among these corpses, their young expressions still keeping trace of the despair they felt in front of the death on their frail and young faces.

But suddenly among these corpses, a frightening spectacle occurred.

The dismembered corpse of a young boy of about 11-13 years old began to heal at an incredible rate.

His limbs grew back and his pale face gradually regained its color, his skull burned by probably burning flames returned to normal in the blink of an eye, pushing back his deep black hair in the process.

It was a spectacle that could only be described as a miracle by even the most skeptical human being in this world, no jutsu or techniques existing in this world could produce such incredible effects.

The healing process lasted only a few seconds and no one noticed it in this chaotic battlefield, when the body healed completely a powerful heartbeat resounded, it was a noise so loud that it could have almost attracted the attention of the shinobi fighting in this place if all their attention was not caught in the fight.

The boy suddenly opened his eyes and hurriedly got up with a frightened look on his face, he patted his body with astonishment and lowered his eyes with a frightened look.

He stared at the corpses around him in amazement, muttering in a low voice in a language that seemed both unfamiliar and familiar to him.

"Where am I? What is this place, help!"

Feeling his throat hoarsed and hearing his child voice he remained silent before feeling a great pain in his head.

He felt an indescribable pain worse than any physical pain, it was as if a gigantic hand was crushing his brain and tearing his soul apart.

At the same time a man dressed in a loose outfit and holding in his hands a sharp weapon resembling a ninja's kunai from the Japanese culture saw the young boy in this state and having just cut the blow of another man dressed in a loose outfit with different colors changed direction in his race and rushed towards the young boy.

He came at the boy with an amazing speed surpassing any athlete existing in our world, the man with the loose ninja-like outfit arrived in front of the boy with a swing of his hand holding the kunai and tried to cut the boy's neck without hesitation in his movements like an emotionless machine.

But suddenly the man bent down and threw himself on the ground rolling on the snow avoiding three spinning projectiles looking like shurikens.

"Mihara wake up this is no time to be distracted!"

The young boy feeling the pain subside knelt on the ground, his body covered in sweat despite the ambient temperature and looked at the middle aged man with blue grey hair and a stern look wearing the same outfit as him and his body covered in blood.

"Oza sensei..."

He murmured with difficulty while looking at the man as many memories came to mind.

At that very moment the man who had just tried to kill the young boy named Mihara looked at the middle-aged man calling Oza as two other men wearing the same outfit as the man joined him and rushed towards Mihara and Oza with him.

Oza frowned and made strange signs with his fingers while shouted at Mihara who was still shocked.

"Kid, pick up your sword and attack the one who just tried to kill you as soon as I signal you!"

And without even giving the boy named Mihra time to respond, Oza took a deep breath and then suddenly puffed out his chest and in front of Mihara's stunned eyes he spat out a huge fireball.

The three assailants stopped inmediately and retreated at full speed, dodging the fireball that hit the ground.

The snow in contact with the fire evaporated and created a cloud of steam that enveloped the entire area.

Suddenly two kunai on which were attached a piece of burning paper suddenly appeared in the sight of two of the ninjas backing up, surrounded by steam.

*Bam* *Bam*

Two consecutive explosions resounded in the cloud of steam, the first assailant who had tried to kill Mihara earlier understanding that his two comrades had just died and that tey are falling into the enemy's trap clenched his teeth and decided to advance towards this one instead of fleeing knowing that exposing his back with no one to cover him at such a moment would be a fatal mistake.

And he had made the right decision he left the fog of steam and saw Mihara and Oza a few meters from him.

He made several quick signs with his hands as Oza pulled a kunai from one of his back pockets before running towards the man.