The Resurrection of a Prodigy

Chapter 1 : Walk of shame

He awoke to find himself on the large muddy plain, that was one of the many battlefield's, it's previous looks and aesthetics, now completely wiped out from the destruction of the Juubi and ninja alike, however the bright sunny sky – ironically shined beautifully on the battlefield, it could've been a perfect summer day, but the weather and the battlefield seemed to disagree on beauty or the horrendousness of the area.

There was many dead bodies that had littered the battlefield everywhere, many both new and old bodies alike, the older bodies were decomposing, the different bits of the decomposed bodies falling apart as simply as mere patchwork would, for many of these older bodies you couldn't find most of the limbs, just the remaining bones, scraps of skin and bits of bobs laying about, some of the older ones casually piled in crude piles of the dead, creating a grotesque piece of artwork, and many of the newer bodies were still were the people themselves had died, but it was scarier with the newer bodies.. they had life in those dead eyes and limbs, many lives cut short or lives that did not want to end.

Much of the equipment those had used were still laying about where they were, kunai's, shurikens, and other throwing weapons littered about on the mud, dead bodies and remnants of the land the area once was before.. swords, hammers, axes and pole arms – again littering about, their users all dead, maybe? But the blood on these weapons were tainted all by their owners who never got to finish their lives as they wished – and scrolls of many sizes in random assortments and all in different areas, some still in wait for use, the others typically like everything else broken, tainted and destroyed.

If you looked about you could see the area in much more detail, there was fires bright about the area, letting of the malicious black smoke – from the burnings of bodies and more, and the smoke slowly drifting in the air, going away in separate blankets in different areas of the cloudless sunny sky, large dips and upwards points in the muddy ruined and rocky field, it was evident the sign of jutsu use, rocks of different sizes and varieties spread everywhere – covering the area and bodies in different ways, massive muddy swamps from the water being sprayed everywhere causing such ugly masses of water in the area, the remaining trees were vaporised majorly or burnt to black dead sentinels, that stood their doing no purposes or actions, and well the wind was everywhere, just going about the area maliciously like usual – just being another annoying thing.

Rolling about in the dirt, prangs of pain shooting all over his body, each one hitting different nerves, or generally causing mass pain over his body, like knives ripping away through his body, his legs un-working, his arms un-working, just lying in the muddy patch, a broken useless thing that no one had need for in this world anymore, in fact he was able anymore – couldn't continue, then why was he even alive if he was no-one and nothing anymore?

He turned his neck in the burned parched grass painfully, the muscles almost ripping themselves apart as he looked to his left, to face a rotting Iwa ninja, the head and body only connected by a thread of the rotting flesh and vein, the dried blood had already flooded about covering the ground and the man's own body now devoid of life, from what he could see of the lower half – the organs were spilt out off the chest and torso, the heart placed in the man's hand, and his other organs in a heap in the man's cracked and devastated ribcage, and looking up at the man's face direct to his, the skin was flayed off it revealing the inner flesh, no eyeballs and unrecognisable facial features.

To this, he was sick in the man's open rotting mouth, the bile spreading up with the sick from his mouth, coming up out and violently spitting it out into the other man, the spray filling the dead man's mouth and eyeballs with what he just threw up, bits of blood and food dripping down the sick on the man, severely sick again he threw up across the muddy grass, letting the sick roll out his mouth like thunder once more, just as violent as he did previously – leaving the dead man in a comically awkward way.

He turned round from the dead man, the muscles flaring up in un-imaginable pain once more as he turns himself over, facing the other side of the horrific area, and his head collapsing from the turn seeing the other dead bodies, like the other side all scattered about the area – no one had came for these bodies, not to retrieve them, no burial, no family to come visit, and no memorials in their names, like him they were left here to rot like that of murderers and their kind.

Viciously lifting himself up to his back, resting himself on the burnt out, rotting log behind him, resting his back on its hard painful surface, just making the pain and suffering ever so worse than it currently was, giving him an even bigger view of the area, allowing him to take in the great grotesque sights of the area, moving his head about, giving him a big view-line of the area left and right and in front of him once more, just like before but worse he saw more and more bodies, just like the sight you'd expect in some sort of underworld or nightmare, because this was more inhumane than anything he'd ever seen or encountered before in his life.

After a few seconds he looked to his side again, the pain almost subsiding as he turned around, but still feeling the little sparks of pain still shooting around his neck, there was vultures and crows flying about, taking nips and nibbles as they came down from the sky for dead people laying about, some were in groups tactically eating bits each and pecking in different areas, many fighting over the much juicier and newer pieces that lay in the area ready for devouring or decomposition, a crow flew down to him, the crow seemingly thinking he was dead or near it, maybe the crow was right? He waved his hand, shaking the crow away from him letting it fly off to find another morsel of food.

He climbed up from the ground, his grazed, flayed hands lifting his broken body up from the ground, slowly moving himself of the muddy patch he sat in-however the pain still remained stinging him as rock shards shredded into his hands and arms, continuing the scarification once more off his body, pain jolting through his stomach while he pushed himself away. Once he fully erected his body from the ground he stared about, the bright sunny sky flashing in his eyes, causing him to blink from the short bursts of blindness, quickly staring back down from previously, giving him the big picture of the remains of the battlefield, just the image of a war, a typical one.

Staring down at the holes in his chest, splinters of wood laying in the areas, dried blood lay on the wood and splinters, and gently glazing his open skin as well as a few good splashes on his previously white robes, reaching down into the wound he removed a large splinter of wood, drawing it out of his chest, he took bits of flesh away dropping the piece of wood, reaching for the other large pieces he ripped them away one by one, dropping them in a pile forming next to him of the wooden shrapnel and splinters, eventually leaving just the tiny parts and rock fragments in his chest.

Tired and probably half alive he marched onwards through the mud and dead bodies, sometimes sinking into the muddy puddles and deposits of material, and again lifting himself painfully out of what he was stuck in, staring at each dead ninja – Iwagakure, Konohagakure, Sunagakure? It didn't matter to him, silently acknowledging each one he passed, stumbling on a large rock in front of him, unaware of its presence he slammed into the muddy plain once more, the mud covering his face in a spray, and cutting bits of his ruined robing up, of course he got up once more, pitifully removing himself painfully and again moving onwards.

Limping to the remains of a small town, he must have been walking ages, or was it minutes? Passing the remains and bodies of the buildings, each one completely wrecked and reduced to nothing but corpses of what they were before the war, wood and stone lay everywhere just adding up to the other rubble on the battlefield, the fields were burnt out and like the battlefield reduced to the muddy plains full of blood, no visible vegetation alive just the brown and black colours of the war that had passed through here, and the path he walked on, cracked and destroyed, just continuing to move to nowhere.

Once more he fell down, falling on top of a dead body, slipping on the rotting arm, and landing directly on the centre of it, a rib of the body slicing through him as he fell, leaving a new gaping wound in his chest to add as a trophy with his other ones, he got up from the body his blood pouring out of the new wound onto the body and the mud, he moved down ripping the cloth from the body, there was no time to respect the dead here or not let them be defiled, moving the crude makeshift bandage over the wound, turning it the dark red colour as the blood sprayed down it, maybe this would end his miserable life once and for all.

In the distance he saw a large brown dark lake, so he moved to it, his legs barely supporting him carrying him across the bodies and rubble to the silent dead lake, finally as he reached the lake – he collapsed on his knees, slamming down on the floor and dropping down. The muddy bank spraying him in more mud as he fell down rolling into the ground, falling as gently as a feather with such bad results, his face and neck splattered with the thick brown water, bits of his robe tearing of from the hard landing impact, leaving him in a worse state of pain again, but for him pain was too common now.

The Konoha headband rolling off his forehead falling into the muddy water, and sinking like a stone into the lake, destroying a whole load of history right there, disappearing from him forever all those memories gone, and finally fell in the water, his body dropping in like the headband, creating a large splash of muddy water, and floating of unconscious, the river now seemingly to be fate itself, fate acting out it's comical pattern to screw people over, but he couldn't stop fate now.