The Game

"Ninja?? They haven't been around in centuries. After their fall, they all went into hiding. Only they know where. Wait a minute...QUICK! GET HIM, BOYS! HE'S ONE OF THEM!" All the men armed with pickaxes run at the man, and those with shotguns, rack them and prepare to fire. The man jumps high into the air, and disarm the men armed with pickaxes with shuriken, hitting their arms and legs before weaving 5 different hand signs, trapping them in ice, only leaving their heads exposed. While he's in the air, the shotgunners open fire, racking and firing.

The scattered shot make contact with the man, just for him to appear to turn into a rock and fall, shattering on impact with the ground. The men start freaking out, as they don't know where he is. Suddenly, he juts out of the ground, and throws 3 kunai, each hitting one of them in the back, and through the heart, killing them. When he lands, the turns to the last man left, the boss, his Sharingan still active in his left. "I ask again, where am I? I won't ask a third," he says grabbing the boss by his shirt. "It is not where, but when." The mysterious man narrows his eyes, confused. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, Ninja, as I said before, haven't been seen in a couple centuries. You've probably been trapped in that ice for at least 215 years." The man drops him, creating a thud as he hits the ground. He turns around, closes his eyes, and takes a few steps. "I wasn't trapped. I put myself there to get away from my leadership duties and responsibilities to my village. I thought I killed myself. There must be a reason I'm still alive...which is how I'll leave you and your remaining men if you forget you ever saw me." He turns around and looks at the boss with his cold, red and black eyes.

"I've never seen you before in my life. Neither have they." "Good. I'm glad to hear that. You guys provided me with a fun game to play to loosen up the joints." the mysterious man says as he releases his jutsu, setting the trapped men free. He turns to walk out of the tunnel, but the boss stops him. "Who are you? If you don't mind answering the question, that is. You don't have to." The man looks over his shoulder slightly, "My name, Yuri, is Namaru. Namaru Uchiha." With widened eyes, Yuri looks at Namaru before saying, "That would explain how you know my name." Namaru smirks. "That and your name tag." He weaves a series of hand seals, and begins to rise toward the rocky surface above him. As he rises, Yuri stops him. "Wait! Please take me with you. I feel like I could be of use to you."

Namaru takes a look at him. He has a slender, but muscular build. Namaru takes a closer look, using his Sharingan, to realize he has a very small, but steady, amount of chakra flow. "Hop on. You can explain the current situation of the world on the way up." Yuri gets on the rock and it begins to rise once again, the rocks above opening to allow the rock pillar to continue upward. Upon getting to the surface, Namaru sees just what became of the world, more specifically, his village...the Leaf.