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Many years have passed since the Fourth Great Ninja War, and the peace established at its end has lasted for decades, many nations have prospered in the ensuing peace, and accords for all the villages have many new alliances. Yet even with this, it was only for a time, old wounds have yet to heal for many nations, and soon the long established peace will feel the threshold of war once again.

Two ninja, both from different times and places, will be instrumental in deciding the fate of the world; Zikito Hoshigaki, once well respected in Hidden Mist and a well on his way to being the Eighth Ninja swordsmen of the Mist, and Xevhiroth Uchiha, a man gifted with Mangekyō Sharingan and an uncanny ability to use Fire style Ninjutsu with ease.

One is a man that is exiled from his village for terrorist acts against said village, and an attempted assassination of a high ranking elder. The other is a man with no memory of his past, and is hunted by every village who knows the Uchiha name. Yet, he seeks out anything that will tell him of his old life.

Together, the two will uncover a conspiracy that runs deep into heart of every nation, and secrets of their past that will forever alter their futures. As two fates intertwine….Destiny will be shaped and the ninja world will know that its fate shall lie on the shoulders of two…but will they be alone in the end...or alive at all?

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Prologue

Zikito stood atop a pile of bodies with his sword and clothes soaked in blood. While there was a good amount of blood on the sword that was drying, it paled in comparison to the amount of blood on his clothes. However, unfortunate a fact it was, he had to admit that some of that blood was his own. His scythe was history, losing it when he was ambushed earlier. Just barely escaping from that ambush alive, he silently cursed himself for the sloppy mistake.

He had been fighting for well over a week leading the hunter-nin on a wild chase. Using traps and other methods to whittle down their numbers, as well as exhaust them. But it was a futile effort, he knew eventually they would pin him down to one area for a full confrontation.

Now was that time, as only 30 or so remained, surrounding him. Some of the hunter ninja's faces he knew from his time in ANBU wore expressions of fear, exhaustion, and anger. Normally, this wouldn't concern him as much as it did, but he was already low on chakra and there were no escape routes from here. This would be another in a long day of fights….or his last stand.

'Damnit! I can't be defeated here, I must survive, and that bastard must pay!'

Though his thoughts were filled with anger. His outward appearance conveyed just pure delight in having strong opponents to fight and struck fear into some of the greener shinobi.

Leading them, a Jonin of the Mizukage's guard, stepped forward and addressed him.

"Zikito Hoshigaki, by order of the Mizukage, for crimes against the Mist. We condemn you to death, and we will send you to hell!"

Zikito merely cracked a smile and readied his sword.

"You'll send me to hell? Please, you sorry lot couldn't beat me even on my absolute worst day! But, if you're feeling inclined to try killing me after I've been giving your entire platoon the run around, alone, for over a week. Then, by all means, come up here and try!"

Accepting the invitation, the Jonin and several others rushed Zikito. A few started throwing kunai, which he easily deflected, the Jonin drew his own short sword as he neared Zikito. Blocking the Jonin's pitiful blow, Zikito was surprised when the Jonin suddenly jumped back, until he heard a familiar hiss, he only had a few seconds to notice the explosive tag that was left at his feet. He jumped away as well to save his life.

-BOOM-

The explosion knocked him back, as his sword flew from his grip. Zikito rolled to stop, a dozen meters from where he was a moment earlier. Taking a shaky stance he scanned the area for his sword, but saw several ninja in the air above him all closing in for the kill. Zikito only had enough time to realize he was finished, when he saw something jump out from behind him….

-Clang-

Several noises reached Zikito's ears as each of the ninja was stopped by someone, and that same someone stood in front of him.

'Must be shadow clones'

The figure, clad in armor instead of traditional ninja garb, brought his hands up to his face, making hand signs.

"Katon: Gōka Mekkyaku (Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation)."

A giant burst of fire engulfed the ninja in front of him and reduced them to ashes. The heat was intense, causing blisters to form on Zikito's skin due to close proximity of the fire. As the fire died down, a curved blade appeared before him. The armor clad ninja looked back, as Zikito recognized his own blood covered scythe in the shinobi's blood stained grip.

AN: And scene! This is Zinmaster24 here! I'm the Co-Author and Main Editor of this brainchild of ours. Thank you to all you cool cats and kittens out there for reading and reviewing our new story! We intend for this to be one hell of a ride that we all hope you can enjoy. I will give you a warning, as this story can and will get dark and weird. But, if you're willing to stick with this, I think you will enjoy it greatly!