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This was it.



The end was here and it was walking in the form of 242, 081 demons toward the final pillars of human life...Konoha and Kougakure. Coming from all directions after having destroyed every other village, shantytown and any other cluster of civilization, their feral senses were able to zero in on what was left. In a final march toward the last meal, these demons, hellions and titans stomped their way toward the Fire Country while the smaller of the masses would be the first to race their way hungrily to the twin villages.

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Like all the other villages, Konoha had also suffered a vast famine coupled with a drought and its people had to resort to food rations and water while the shinobi were dispatched to hunt and try and find more food. Having as much luck as the rest of them, the village as a whole had to depend on jutsu for fresh water and kekkei genkais like wood release and reverse summonings as a trump for sustenance. As fall had come and was on its way out, the people of the Leaf had fallen into dispair as word was flying in that the other villages were gone. Just like that. All because of these bloodthirsty demons that would stop at nothing to put mankind into extinction.

The grounds were shaking and starting to crumble from the sheer weight and pressure of a great stampede and the deafening roars would drown out all other sounds. To really put a fine point on it too, several volleys of hellfire were thrown into the village. The terrified screams of shock and agony were music to the ears of Lord Oda who walked at the rear of this army, with Marek and Pandora standing watch on each of his giant shoulders.



So when those warning quakes of something big approaching had come, the people of Konoha wasted no time. At least, the ones with a plan. The first wave of demons had hit the ground running and they began clawing and climbing the walls to get inside but were met with top of the line black steel weaponry if not by a powerful jutstu. These 200 brave men that intended to lay down their lives fought fearlessly to buy the villagers and their families some time to escape. Unlike Suna, they weren't completely surrounded....yet, and had enough time for the citizens to run the nine miles to the dummy port village Keldran had originally built for the first armada and expedition to the new world. Meanwhile some of the others who had already stationed camp at elsewhere would prepare for departure as they waited to see if any last minute survivors would turn up.

Although many had escaped, many more would perish at the clawed hands of a hellion. The imps and hellhounds would catch dozens of the villagers and of the 300 men, women and children who ran for their very lives to their last beacon of safety, only 87 would actually reach their destination. All the men who had altruistically fought to the end were slaughtered and the village was in tatters with a trail of blood, gore, and corpses leading up to two miles away from the port village. In a final attempt to destroy human life, Oda lifted his hand and opened it, from which a bluish white spiraled out and expanded.

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The explosion to follow would make no sound, would stir the ground not in the slightest and it wouldn't even hurt. But after 96 seconds....nothing was left but fire.

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The ship leading out of the port village would not make it past the explosion, and so only the people aboard a starkly smaller lone boat that already been miles away would see it. The two young boys who had served as one of twelve guardians would only see a smidgeon of it before completely vanishing. And a certain family on the backs of dragons would see none of it as they flew into the heavens and making their way toward the new world.

With less than 200 people left of the shinobi world, everything these resilient souls would lose more than just their homes and families. To some, this would mean a loss of everything, but to others it was a liberation and a means to start over. Food was still not plentiful, but before starvation could claim any more lives, conflict and agitation would steal more lives. With no scrolls and archival relics to pass down knowledge, hardly any elders to pass down what knowledge and wisdom they did have, and worse, barely any children to learn and adapt, these people ventured to a land of mystery and ominous intuition. In the dawn of this new country, that was crawling with a sinister menace yet to be seen, would this truly be the end? Or the beginning?



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