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Los Angeles, CA...Wednesday, November 1, 2008...4:38 pm

       The bright sunlight bounced off the reflective exterior panels of the WAL Headquarters.  Obi knew that this building housed some of the greatest heroes the world had ever seen and he was proud to be a part of it.  Osiris Gerault, director of UNSC, the organization that formed WAL, had called the captains of WAL to a meeting.  There were many rumors about what the meeting was for exactly. NeVann thought it would be about cutting the team's roster size down, Feral Nova thought that it would be about budget cuts, and Obi had his opininons as well, but he knew the answer would be revelaed in a moment.

     As he walked into the room, he noticed everyone else who needed to be there was already there, visibly irked at the Jedi's lateness.  He smiled and walked toward his seat, Sorry, seems I got lost in the road of life again, he said, making everyone even more upset.  Once everyone was settled down, Mr. Gerault began speaking.  He got right to business and told them what this all was about.

Ladies and gentlemen, it does not suffice to say how impressed I am with the progress that We Are Legend has made, the difference it's made in the lives of countless many.  Though I have expressed disagreement in some of your administrative moves,  Mr. Gerault quickly glanced at Obi who wasn't  paying enough attention to know that it was directed towards him, I have nevertheless decided that you can all be trusted enough going forward.  Because of the good job you've done and the way the international public percieves you as a peace keeping organization, UNSC has decided to open up another We Are Legend facility, this time on foreign soil...

The room started buzzing with excitement until Mr. Gerault banged his hand on the table and yelled, I'm not done!

So...along with this new facility I'd like to assemble an all new team that will be dedicated to stoping mass threats in and around the area.  These members will be chosen from the International Superhuman Database that UNSC, along with NATO, has set up.  Several WAL agents have already been dispatched to search and recruit the superhumans we have in mind. 

       As the regal director paused, the room again came alive with excitement until one man's question made the room fall into dead silence, Where, exactly will this new WAL be located?

     Director Gerault paced back and forth, before walking to the window and looking thoughtfully into the sunset.  Because of its technological competency and good relationship with the U.S. government we have chosen Japan, the Land of the Rising Sun, as its host nation.  The headquarters will be located in the heart of Tokyo.  Now people, we will dedicate this whole month of November to strengthening our communications with Japan and making sure everything goes as smoothly as possible.  Uchiha, Ardor, Alvarez, I want you three to go over the files of those chosen to be in the team and choose who you think would be most suited to being the leader of such an operation. 

The big three immediately stood up and began walking toward their respective offices. Oh and Kenobi, try staying away from my family.

I swear I didn'tknow she was your daugther! Obi answered.

Just get to work. 

Yes, sir.

The crimson droplet fell to the Earth, catching the London moonlight ever so slightly. Ki wiped the blood from his lip; his head tilting back to see the possessed man laughing at him. “Why is it that every time I try to take one of you down quietly, you always have to make a big scene. It won’t change the outcome, you know!” The demon-hunter glanced down at himself as he spoke, cursing silently as he saw that the torso of his long black jacket had been shredded open, revealing the markings etching his body. A silent curse escaped his lips. “And every time, they ruin the jacket. It’s so inconsiderate of them.” The creature continued to cackle away, hanging down from the lamp post it had been perched on to taunt its ‘puny opponent’.

“Whatsamatter? I promise I’ll kill you quic- HURK!” Focusing his spiritual energy into his arm, Ki created his Hand of Ookami, and, in one swift motion, the glowing claw shot up and grabbed the beast tightly around the head. He grinned as he looked into its terrified eyes.

“Just shut up.” Suddenly shifting all of his weight to the left, the hunter hurled his prey across the street and through the wall of the opposite building. Not wasting a second, he took off after it, leaping through the hole and, grabbing hold of it once again, sliding it across the floor. With a sharp shove, he drove its head into the tile flooring before kicking off and flipping through the air, gracefully spinning in a corkscrew as he reached into his coat and extracted his personally modified magnum. Landing silently, he sprinted forward, pulling the beast out of the rubble and holding it up high.

“You’ve overstayed your welcome. Get out. Now.” As he spoke the last word, Ki began focusing his chi into his clawed hand once again, letting it build up before releasing it in an explosive flash-bang of energy. The demon screamed as it was ripped from its host’s body, the twisted humanoid form shooting forth and flying back out into the street. The hunter shook his head in sorrow as he glanced at the man he was still holding, setting him gently down against the wall. “Your ordeal is over now. I’m sorry for the pain you went through.” Without another word, he turned and headed towards the hole in the wall, aiming his weapon at the twisted, semi-humanoid mass trying feebly to pick itself up from the concrete. A shot rang out through the night, followed by another, and then another. The creature hissed and screamed in pain as the silver cut through it. Ki had always wondered what it felt like. It was probably the equal and opposite of the most intense fire, so cold that it seared the soul.

Kneeling down over the crumpled figure, he couldn’t help but smirk. “It’s time to send you back to your world.” As if on cue, the beast leaped up, a wild light in its red eyes and its claws swinging viciously.

“Not before yours, it’s not!” Ki feinted back and ducked under the blows, but the demon was already off, running as fast as its injuries would let it.

“D@mn... Too cocky. Next time, just finish him off.” Bouncing back onto his feet, Ki took off after his prey. As he passed through the shadows, the world began to change to him, scents and sounds becoming vastly magnified, and he began seeing strange, brightly coloured aura’s wafting through the air. Falling onto all fours as the change completed, the spirit wolf let out a quick howl before doubling in speed, following quickly behind the demon’s aura. In less than a minute, Ki had the creature in his sights and had pounced, driving it into the wall of the alley. The beast was practically sobbing as it begged for mercy.

“You get what you deserve.” The two were suddenly engulfed in a pillar of flame, the demon’s screams barely audible over the sudden roar. When the fire died down, Ki stepped forward, human once again and completely unfazed by the attack. He was on his way out of the alley, when two men in black suits stepped in front of him as if from nowhere. The hunter’s hand shot to the two blades hidden beneath the folds of his cloak.

“Ki Ame, aka Okami? We are with the UNSC, and we have a prop-“ His sentence was cut short, though, as Okami’s heel connected with the side of his head and sent him sprawling onto the pavement. Before the other could react, Ki had vaulted over top of him and slipped him into a sturdy hammer lock.

“How do you know my real name!?”

“We- ack- were sent here- urg- to offer you a position with-gaaah- the new branch of WAL!”

“Those government sponsored guys from the States? No thanks, I like not being a joke.” Releasing his grip, he shoved the large man forward and turned to leave, stopping dead in his tracks after only a few steps as he heard the agent speak. “What did you just say to me?”

“I said... If you join... Then UNSC will give you their full... Support in all of your endeavours.”

He stood still for a moment, considering the offer, weighing the pros against the cons.

                “Alright... I’ll go with you for now. But if I don’t like what I see, then I walk. And whether I stay or not, your little group isn’t allowed to interfere with my work in any way.”

The man nodded his head to confirm and Ki swiftly pulled him to his feet.

                “Then lead the way! Oh, and I’m sorry about your friend. You might want to put some ice on that for him.” The agent knelt down to pick up his unconscious comrade before turning and heading down the street, gesturing for Ki to follow. Muttering under his breath, he started off after the man with the limp mass of America’s finest in his arms. “This should be interesting.”

Tokyo, Japan

 12:31 AM

Lights lit up the sky from the mass of buildings below, making the darkness of night almost as light as the day. Chaotic noise filled the air, becoming unbearable at times. The buildings, which were everywhere, stood high, towering above the busy streets. Suspended in the air, just above the tops of the buildings, appeared to be a cloud. But this was no cloud, for this cloudy haze was composed of thick, poisonous smog, fumes and pollution from the massive population of Tokyo. A person, no, too fast for a person, a shadow, moved from a rooftop into the cloud, flew through the air, and landed on the other rooftop, out of the fog, and was gone. Welcome to Tokyo.

12:36 AM

A metallic object flew through the air, seeming to cut it as the object traveled through it. Attached and trailing the object, it pulled a steel cable, which moved through the air like a snake slithering. PANG! The sound of metal on metal vibrated through the air, as the tip of the sharp object stick into the side of a building. On the rooftop, from which the grapple was launched, stood two thugs. They were thin, but well muscled also. Both wore full face masks, to conceal themselves. They motioned to each other, and each grabbed a sai. The first one put the sai on the metal cable, and went down it, the second followed. Sparks lit up the air, as the two metal sai clashed against the metal cable. The window was coming up fast on them, as they braced themselves for the impact. SMASH! The window shattered into thousands of pieces, as the two thieves fell to the floor. Welcome to Tokyo.

12:37 AM

The shadow, moving along rooftops, skidded to a halt. Still as a statue, the shadow could hardly be distinguished in the night, except for the silloute it made, which resembled a man. Warm breathe left the man's lips, as he gazed down from the rooftop, seeing sparks from the cable. The man saw the window shatter. He smiled to himself, as he muttered under his breathe, "Finally, some excitement!" The break in was a few buildings away, but at a much lower height than where the man stood currently, perhaps a few hundred feet. The man closed his hazel eyes, and drew in a deep breath. Exhaling, he opened his eyes, and dove off the building. With precise body movement, the man drifted through the air, towards the broken window. Timing it perfectly, he came in through the window, barely clearing it, rolled, and drew dual Katanas.

The two men heard something in the direction of the window. They carried bags of money, that they had came for, and were ready to make their escape. One whispered to the other, "Great, I thought we were going to have an easy escape, but someone had to come and ruin the party." The other whispered back, "I know what you mean, boss." The boss peered around the edge of a wall, seeing the swordsman with dual Katanas. The boss motioned for his partner to set down the bags, to get ready for an ambush. Both of them drew generic looking handguns, the boss lifted it up, setting the swordsman in the sights, when... WHOOSH! A spinning projectile flew through the air, and took off all of the boss's fingers on his right hand. It continued through, and sunk deep into the wall. Shuriken. Blood sprayed from the man's hand, as he drew it back, thrusting it into his shirt pocket. "He knows we are here! Kill him!" the boss yelled to his accomplice. The thug grabbed the boss's handgun, and turned around, going to approach from the other side. He stopped, and did a double glance. The bags of money, were gone! "What the...!?" He felt even more insecure now, but knew what he had to do.

The thug jumped out from behind the wall, firing the two handguns wildly. Bullets were ricocheting all over, and the thug was lucky that one didn't hit himself. As the thug hit the ground, he stood back up, and looked around for movement. "Come out you!" A crisp, clear, voice answered, "I am right here." Not 10 feet away, stood the swordsman. He was partially enveloped in a shadow, making it difficult to see his whole figure. The thug brought both guns up, yelled, "DIE!" and was about to pull the triggers when he felt something on his neck. Fangs dug into the thug's neck, as he screamed, "AHHHH!!!" Crazed, he reached up, trying to get the creature off, but it was too quick for him. The last thing the thug ever saw, was the bags of money, stashed behind a nearby desk. Oh, that's where... His life was cut short, as the creature severed his upper spinial cord and brainstem in half. The thug fell to the ground, dead.

The boss jumped out, tackling the creature that had killed his partner. "What in the...!?" He was holding a small, pink, creature that had scales like a snake, four legs, and wings on its back. A dwarf dragon. The boss was about to wring the dragon's neck, when the foot of the swordsman, who had been standing there idle all this time, smashed against the top of the boss's skull, sending him flying back towards the wall. "Stay away from Myra." the swordsman said. Stuck halfway in the wall, the boss was in fear. "Wh...who are you?" The swordsman smiled. "Names Ryuu, Ryuu Takeshi, and you have just been busted."

The sound of sirens could be heard below, as footsteps entered the building. Ryuu said, "Well, that's my cue." He drew a kunai, and hurled it toward the boss's right shoulder. It dug in, deep, embedding the boss's shoulder against the wall. He screamed, "Ahhhh!!!" Ryuu turned, and was about to leave, when he heard the door handle start to shake rapidly. They got here faster than I thought. Ryuu heard them yell, "Open this door! NOW!" Ryuu smiled again, and said, "Myra, it is time." She flew out of the window, as Ryuu leapt out after her. She was a dwarf dragon, similar to a normal sized dragon, except only about 2 feet long, and about 5 pounds. Ryuu was falling, and the ground was coming up to him, fast. Myra had a special power, a secret ability, that only she possessed, not any other dragons possessed. This power took much concentration, and a lot of energy as well. Ryuu was yards from the ground, when he suddenly stopped.

Caught you. Grasping him, was a giant, clawwed front foot of a dragon. Myra had transformed. She set Ryuu down, and quickly morphed back to her normal form. I hope no one saw me. She slipped into his jacket, as to not be seen. Ryuu looked around. Amazingly, people hadn't noticed Ryuu falling, or the morphing. Ryuu was about to walk away when his eyes caught a small boy, with his mouth wide open. The boy yelled out, "Hey Mister! Hey Mister! Was that real?" Ryuu quickly strode up to the boy, and put a hand over his loudmouth. Ryuu looked around, then said quietly to him, "Between you and me, it is." Ryuu said farewell, and walked away.

8:02 AM

Ryuu slept behind a dumpster in an alley, as the sun streamed down into it.  Ryuu's dreary eyes opened, to the new day. Ah, time for a new day, and a new adventure.

8:49 AM

As Ryuu walked along, he noticed that two people seemed to be following him. Ryuu tried to evade them, while keeping his cool, but it wasn't going to happen. Finally, Ryuu turned around, and walked up to them. "What do you want!" he said in a harsh voice. One of the two people seemed a little intimidated. One of the people, the one who seemed to be in charge, said to Ryuu, "We have been looking for you for some time, Mr. Takeshi." Ryuu's eyes widened. "How do you know my name! And how did you find me! I don't have a home, just travel from place to place as I please." The leader replied, "We have, well...information, you may say." Ryuu seemed irritated, but tried to keep calm. Ryuu said, "What do you want me for?" The man motioned to his partner, and he pulled out an envelope, with the initials, W.A.L. on it. He handed it to Ryuu. Ryuu read it, and put his hand on his chin.

Ryuu was thinking about it, when he said out loud, "So what do you think?" The two WAL coordinators looked surprised, and said, "Uh...it is your choice." Ryuu wasn't talking to them, he was talking to Myra. She responded, Ryuu, let's do it! Oh, and Ryuu, I'll be back in a second. Myra transformed into a dragonfly, and flew away. Ryuu spoke up, saying, "I'll accept. So where exactly is this WAL HQ?"

A policeman came up to the group of three. He tapped the upper WAL coordinator on the shoulder. "Hey buddy, your car door is parked in a no limits zone. I'm afraid you'll have to move it, or you'll get towed." The WAL coordinator took a double glance at his car. What!? I parked it in the right spot. Wait...why is there a large gap in front of it. Something seems a little fishy here. The two coordinators turned their backs, and walked towards their car. Right after the rookie had turned his back, he glanced back over his shoulder. No policeman. It had only been less than one second. No one could move that fast, especially on a box of doughnuts. Myra had just finished transforming back, as she crawled up Ryuu's back. How was that for a trick? I mean, a policeman, isn't that awesome! Ryuu laughed, as he said to her, "I would say that was overkill." Ryuu walked toward the car, ready to go to the WAL HQ.

Dim lights, a white room, and absolute silence; enter a dojo. The silence broke with the hum of a katana passing through the warm air, moving at blazing speed. The razor sharp, steel edge stopped, as two, muscular, gloved, hands caught the sword by the sides, as to not get cut. A deep, wise voice said, “Good.” The voice continued, “Adequate power and speed, but the technique still can use much improvement.” The small voice of a boy replied, “Yes sensei.” He wanted to learn, and was trying his hardest. The sensei helped him through the proper technique. “Try it again Masaru, I know you can do it.” Masaru, the boy, clenched his teeth, and cleared his mind. He brought the katana up again, and performed the same technique, this time trying to mirror the way that his sensei had just shown him. Again, the sensei caught the blade, with only millimeters to spare. The sensei said, “Better.” He paused for a second, and then continued, “With a little more practice, you shall master this, and soon master the katana.” Masaru seemed please, but something troubled him, which the sensei could tell in looking at Masaru’s eyes. “Sensei, I have a question.” The sensei nodded, and said, “Yes?” Masaru asked, “This may sound silly, but I am beginning to have a little doubt with my katana. The reason is that you seem to catch it out of the air, so easily. I am giving it all that I would give, if the situation called for me to use it in battle. So, my question is, can many people catch blades out of the air like you, sensei?” The sensei let out a laugh, “It is not a silly question. I do catch your blade out of the air, with ease, but this is only because I have grand experience, and the clan that my blood runs from helps as well. In battle, many foes would fall to your blade, Masaru. To answer you question, not many could perform what I can do. It takes quick eyes, fast hands, and precise muscle control. Fail at any one of the three, and you will feel it, for it may be the last sensation that you feel.” Masaru nodded. The sensei spoke up, saying, “That ends our training session today. Practice those techniques in any spare time, and you will soon master them.” They both bowed, and Masaru a turned, then walked toward the wall, where his buddy Hayato was practicing with shuriken. The sensei wore a band around his head, to classify himself as a ninja, and had black fabric covering the lower half of his face, from the top of his nose down. Atop his head, was bright red hair, dyed, so it was unnatural.

Hayato stopped, and turned to great his friend. “How was it out there Masaru?” Masaru responded, “I feel like I am making progress, and I feel more confident as well.” Hayato nodded. “That is good to hear.” Masaru looked at the target, which was a wooden board, in the shape a human figure. Shuriken stuck in the vitals, not a single out of the kill zone. He looked at Hayato, “Wow, you are getting better.” Hayato shrugged. “It comes natural to me, I guess.” Hayato was about to continue when the door swung open. In walked another one of the sensei’s students, Arata. Arata was one of the sensei’s best students, able to see a move once, then practice, and perfect it in little time. Arata walked toward the sensei and said, “Sensei Uchiha, may I train now?” Sensei Uchiha gazed into Arata’s eyes, finding something out of place. That surprised the sensei, because normally Arata was very determined and hardly showed signs of fear, only at the most dangerous times. The sensei suddenly remembered another piece of information. Arata did not come to training yesterday, because he sent a message that he was sick, with a stomach ache. I doubt that he got better that quickly. I shall throw out a test to prove if that is really Arata. Sensei Uchiha replied, “Arata, you want some training today? My pleasure; let us begin.” The sensei paused, devising his plan, the said, “Oh, one question Arata, are you over your sickness? You know, the common cold?” Anyone watching Arata could tell that he was not prepared for that, but then seemed to regain his cool, and replied, “Uh…oh, yeah. I’m better now, my nose is all clear.” Sensei Uchiha knew that it was not Arata, but a fake. He closed both of his eyes, and re-opened them, revealing a Mangekyo Sharingan in each eye. He gazed at Arata, and easily saw through the disguise. Sensei Uchiha gathered up his voice, and said, “Watch out Masaru and Hayato! That is not Arata!” Sensei Uchiha quickly threw five shuriken toward the intruder’s chest. The intruder whipped out a kunai, and blocked each shuriken, batting them away as though he was playing baseball. After, the rogue ninja dropped his disguise, briskly moved over to Masaru and Hayato, and delivered a stunning blow to one of Hayato’s pressure points. The boy fell to the ground, unconscious. Immediately after, the intruder grabbed Masaru, and brought a kunai to his neck, the sharp blade touching his soft flesh. The rogue yelled out, “What now, Katashi Uchiha!” Katashi, the sensei, stood there motionless.

Nerves flared within Katashi, as he saw his student in trouble, knowing only he could save him. I must use utmost caution, for one wrong movement, one careless word, and I could have Masaru’s innocent blood spilled. First, I need to find out the intentions of this rogue ninja. Katashi gazed at his opposition, using the power of the Sharingan to try to pierce into this mind, to find information about him. Nothing. This ninja was not going to make it easy. Katashi spoke up, “Who are you, and what do you want!” The rogue replied in a sly voice, “I am the shadow that haunts you, your worst nightmare, the one that never sleeps, who trains day and night, waiting for his chance to enact revenge.” It dawned on Katashi. Wait. This seems all too familiar. He thought about it for a second, when one name was uncovered in his mind, from a dark memory. Daisuke. Katashi yelled out, “Leave the boy out of this! It is between you and me Daisuke!” Daisuke smiled. “So you do remember me.” Katashi and Daisuke were rivals in their ninja training. They struggled hard to always out do the other, but Katashi ended up standing out more than Daisuke. This made Daisuke furious, and soon he was plotting against Katashi. Fortunately, Daisuke was caught in the early stages of his treachery, and was kicked out. He was no longer to use the clan name, and abused his own Sharingan so much that they were no use to him now, faded away. A fist came out from behind Daisuke, and slammed him down, making him lose his grip on Masaru. Masaru fled, leaving the room, knowing that he was not skilled enough to be of help to his sensei in this battle.

Standing above Daisuke, stood Katashi Uchiha. In the center of the room, also stood Katashi. Daisuke swiftly jumped to his feet, and slashed Katashi, who was right beside him, from the right hip, to the tip of his left shoulder, with a kunai. Katashi vanished, in a puff of smoke. Daisuke growled. Shadow clone. How did my old friend pull that one off without me even taking notice? What had happened, was when Katashi had thrown the five shuriken at Daisuke, the rogue had blocked them, and turned to knock out and capture his two students. In the instant his eyes left Katashi, with the help of the super precise eyesight of his Sharingan, he silently made a shadow clone of himself. The clone clung to the ceiling, and scampered along it, without making a sound, and tried to move as stealthily as possible. While Daisuke and the real Katashi were talking, the clone had snuck up behind him, and then performed the strike. Daisuke finished the strike with his kunai, turning back toward the real Katashi. Daisuke smiled, as he turned to Katashi. “I see you are still up to your old tricks, Katashi Uchiha.” Changing his expression to one more intense, Katashi replied, “They worked on you now, and they’ll work on you again.” Katashi leapt toward Daisuke, and landed yards in front of him, on the balls of his feet, maintaining perfect balance. He drew a kunai out of his pocket, spinning it around his hand as he put it into ready position. Before this rival battle began, Daisuke said, “Ah, a rival battle. Katashi versus Daisuke, sounds classic. I have been looking forward to this for a long time. Could you do me a favor please? Don’t disappoint.” Daisuke smiled darkly, as Katashi replied, “I’m sorry, my ears must be failing me, because I swear you said that you wanted me to do a favor for you. Do not get me wrong, but the kindest action you have ever done for me was sock me in the face, when I was about to get caught by our sensei. I still remember my teeth digging into my tongue.” Daisuke wondered for a second, and then got a hysterical expression. He started to laugh, hard. “Oh, you remember that! Wow!” His tone strangely changed to a grim one. “Enough jab, let’s get on with this!”

Katashi bowed, and then rushed toward Daisuke. Their kunai met, with the sound of metal on metal filling the surrounding area. Blow after blow, each one successfully blocked by the other. The two ninjas were not getting anywhere. Both were extremely skilled at combat with a kunai, and their defense was so good that it was almost effortless for each to block a blow. After minutes of this, Daisuke found his opportunity, and knocked Katashi’s kunai from his hand, sending it spinning, and embedding into a nearby wall. He is faster than I remember. Katashi now was without a weapon, and Daisuke thought he was going to get a hit on him. Katashi focused on the power of his Sharingan, able to see movements very quickly and react equally as fast. No matter what attack Daisuke dished out, Katashi managed to evade it, flipping, spinning, rolling, and blocking. Daisuke was getting annoyed at his zero percent hit-rate, and decided to perform a fake out. He faked a movement, then another, and ended with a spinning attack toward Katashi’s shoulder. Katashi thought he knew what was coming, and was taken by surprise of this attack. Katashi moved out of the way, but it had almost cut him. His cloak had a cut in it, from the attack that had just happened. He nearly tagged me right there! Katashi blocked another one of Daisuke’s blows, and thrust him with his palm. Daisuke skidded back, regained his footing, but did not rush back toward Katashi. Daisuke began performing hand motions, about to unleash a jutsu.

Seeing this, Katashi gazed at him with his Sharingan, and copied the technique in an instant. He threw out the hand movements very quickly, to catch up with the pace of Daisuke. Both stopped at the same time, as each said, “Fire style! Fireball jutsu!” Two reddish orange balls of flame raced toward each other, burning with intensity. The two fireballs collided, struggling to break the other. After a second, Katashi’s fireball became the victor, the weakened ball of flame streaking toward Daisuke. Daisuke easily sidestepped it, as it crashed into the wall. What? His fireball was more powerful than mine? A sliver of fear coursed through his body, which was exactly what Katashi wanted. Katashi’s Mangekyo Sharingan began to spin, as he began to hypnotize his opponent. He scanned Daisuke’s mind, and found out what he was about to use. Omote Renge, the Initial Lotus. Katashi began the hand symbols, before Daisuke, and yelled out, “Omote Renge!” He felt one of his chakra gates open, lowering his endurance a bit. Daisuke looked at him. “Impossible! I was just about to use that!” Katashi came at Daisuke so fast that Daisuke did not have time to react. Katashi moved his foot into a kick, and connected with Daisuke’s jaw, sending him into the air. Katashi swept his loose cloak toward Daisuke, making a long string of material. It wrapped his foe up like a bandage would, and Katashi began spinning Daisuke around himself. Once the ninja gathered much speed, he slammed his foe against the ground, inflicting heavy damage. Katashi landed on his toes, as he felt the chakra gate close. What a technique! Wow! I should use that more often. Daisuke wiped the blood from his mouth, as he rose to his feet. Daisuke reached behind his back, and pulled out a pair of nunchuku. Katashi was amazed that Daisuke was still on his feet, but then smiled as he saw the nunchuku. “A fellow chucker eh?” Katashi ran over to the wall, and grabbed a pair of his nunchuku that were laid upon a table. He moved closer to Daisuke, and began to spin the wooden weapons. Wood on wood, it sounded as though two trees had fallen at the exact moment, and clashed against each other on the way down. Spinning around at blinding speed, it would seem as though a stream of bullets from a fully automatic firearm would fail to make it through the flurry of attacks. Both kept up the speed, trying to break through the others defenses. An attack finally made it through. Daisuke’s nunchuku barely screeched past Katashi’s, and slammed into the ninja’s shin. Such force was being carried in these weapons, that it shattered Katashi’s shin, directly in the middle. “Ahhhh!!!” The splitting pain was unbearable, as it flowed through his nerves. His mood shifted to a more serious one, as he said, “This ends now!” Katashi dropped his nunchuku, and grabbed both incoming nunchuku from Daisuke. His opponent now disarmed, Katashi grabbed him by the shirt, and threw him toward a window with all his strength. Daisuke flew through the air, and landed against the window. It started to crack, as the rogue fell through, sure to plummet down to the busy streets below.

Katashi walked over to the window, and peered over. Bad choice. Daisuke hung there, and swung his feet up, toward Katashi. Surprised by the appearance of Daisuke, Katashi felt both feet wrap around his neck, and hurled him out of the window. I fell for the oldest trick in the book, an edge grab. Katashi reached inside his cloak, pulling out a rope with a metal hook at the end. He swung it around, and cast it toward the window he had been flung out of. Come on! Hook!  The hook caught hold of the window, as Katashi curved along his new path, slamming his side against the building. He cringed in pain, then quickly shrugged it off and continued climbing. Climbing was more difficult with his throbbing shin, which had been shattered. This time, I mean it when I say, it will be over. Katashi made it to the top, and leapt in the window. “I’m back!” Daisuke turned around. “It took you that long? I was expecting more.” Daisuke rushed toward Katashi, ready to pommel him. Katashi knew this was the end. He dodged the blows of Daisuke, which had less form to them than before, and made his way behind him. Katashi whipped out a hidden kunai, and stuck it to Daisuke’s throat. “You’re finished.”

The door swung open, as Hitomi, Katashi’s highest skilled student, entered. Katashi looked up, still holding the kunai close to Daisuke’s throat. Daisuke saw his chance, and briskly took out a concealed shuriken, and thrust it up, through Katashi’s throat. Katashi sputtered and fell back, to the ground, unmoving. Hitomi yelled out, “Sensei!” She ran toward Daisuke, and delivered lightning fast jabs, with straight hands, not fists. The barrage of attacks began to overwhelm Daisuke, as he struggled to block them, his arms starting to bleed. She stopped, then rolled between his legs, and came up behind him. “This is for my sensei!” Hitomi grabbed Daisuke, and threw him over her shoulder. He landed on the ground, amazed by the skill of this young ninja. She jumped toward him, but he was irritated now, and stuck out his arm. His strong hand grabbed her around the neck, as she felt him crushing it. She quickly glanced side to side, as she looked for anything that could possibly help her, although she could not talk, because her throat was being crushed. Her blue eyes caught a glimpse of where her sensei, Katashi Uchiha, had landed. In his place, was a punching bag, with the shuriken stuck in the top of it. A replacement jutsu, of course! Sensei would not let himself be taken down by such a small attack. Just as Daisuke was about to crush Hitomi’s throat, he felt two fists smash against his temples. Daisuke went out cold, as his grip relaxed. Hitomi gasped for air, as she looked over to her sensei, “Why…did…you…not…help…me…sooner?” He replied, “I am sorry Hitomi for not reacting sooner. It happened so fast, and I needed to keep my stealth, to be successful in this knock out. I hope you understand.” She had caught her breath, and said, “I understand sensei, but in the future, if something like this were to happen again, I would greatly appreciate it if you could come to my rescue a little faster.” They both smiled. Katashi joked back, “I will try, but no guarantees. Oh, and you are almost 15. I thought you could hold your own.” She glared at him, in a playful way. She said, “And I thought you were almost 21.” He blushed. I am not that much older than her, wow. Katashi let his concentration down, as his Sharingan became normal eyes again. He pulled out his rope, and bound up Daisuke’s arms and legs, so he could not escape if he awakened. He looked down at his rival. I win this match, until next time. “Now to take him to the authorities.” Katashi grabbed Daisuke, and carried him out the door.

Katashi entered the police station, and dropped the rogue off. He came to the front desk, and said, “My name is Katashi Uchiha. This is Daisuke, with no last name, who assaulted me, and my students. As one might expect, he is dangerous.” The police officer replied, “I have heard of him. Thank you for bringing him to us, we would not want you or your students to get hurt. We will question him, and keep him here for a while.” Katashi nodded, and said, “Thank you.” With that, Katashi turned, and exited the building. As Katashi walked out, he noticed that two guys were watching him. I wonder what they want. They followed him, but he continued on, wanting to go back to his dojo, and clean up the mess. Katashi came in, followed by the two men. The doors to the dojo swung open, as the two agents walked inside. One spoke up, saying, “Excuse me…but are you Katashi Uchiha?” Katashi looked up, as he gazed at their eyes. I don’t see any sign of a threat. Katashi replied, “Why yes I am. How did you guess? The bright red hair, right?” The agent kind of blushed, as he replied, “Uh…yes.” Katashi laughed, and said, “What are you two here for?” The other agent spoke up. “We have a proposition for you.” They handed him a letter with the initials WAL on it. Katashi took it, and read it quickly. “This sounds great and all guys, but I couldn’t leave my dojo.” They smiled, and replied, “We have a dojo at the base, and it is four times the size of this one.” Katashi’s eyes widened. “I’ll join! That way, I can fight as a hero, and still give lessons to my students!”

Joseph walked into the large meeting room.  The sound of his footsteps on the floor echoed throughout the room as he walked closer to the table where the three captains sat.  On his exterior, Joseph seemed, calm, cool, and collected; but that was only because he was doing a great job of masking what he was truly feeling.  The captains glaring at him, the dead silence of the room, him being called here in the middle of the afternoon exercises all pointed to one thing: he was in major trouble.  He sat down and made eye contact with each of the three captains.  Ummm..What have I been called here for?  Before the other captains could open their mouths, Obi Wan Kenobi spoke, I don't know...what did you do?  A bead of sweat streamed down from the young boy's forehead.  Ummm...nothing?  Obi's eyes narrowed as the other two captains held back the laughter.  Is that a question or an answer? Seriously, kid why would we call you here if you didn't do anything?  Joseph got even more nervous. I don't know, sir! Why did you call me here?  NeVann stepped in, It's about your test, Joseph..and, well, something else.  Joseph immediately went pale as he remembered the morning of the test.  He had been up all night playing FIFA 2009 with Zuko and  Jumper.  While taking the test, he couldn't concentrate and he kept drifting off to sleep.  I'm so sorry! I swear, if you give me another chance to take it, I could do better.  I'll study and go to sleep early.  Kenobi cut him off, Joseph, no you don't understand.  You did good on your aptitude test, really good, actually.  Joseph, the scores you received surpassed those of any of your  teammates, and well, you broke the record for anyone who has ever even been associated with WAL.  It's the highest score I've ever seen...by far.  The only ones that come even remotely close to you was our last captain, Bio Guyver and Vann here.  Joseph suddenly felt the full weight of worry and anxiety come off his shoulders as the captains stared at him.  Okay! Well, do I get a reward or something?   The captains all smiled as Vann said, Yeah..a trip...to Japan.  Joseph raised an eyebrow while the captains laughed. Japan? Great! When do I leave? 

In twenty minutes, NeVann replied.  

What?!  But I have to pack and say goodbye and all that. 

Uchiha shook his head, Nope. Mr. French and some of the WAL officers took the liberty of packing your belongings and loading them into the Pelican that will be transporting you. 

Pelican? So this is a mission? 

Of sorts. 

...and when am I coming back? 

Well, I suppose you can come visit every week, well, after we get the HQ set up and running. 

Huh? Feral Nova stood up, Okay, okay enough, guys.  Joseph, I'm going to say this as plain and simple as possible.  The UNSC has decided to set up a separate branch of WAL on foreign lands...Japan, actually.  The potential members are now being tracked down by WAL agents, and we, the captains were assigned with finding a suitable captain, and well, that's where you come in. 

Joseph stood up in shock, You want me to be captain of a superhero team?  Feral Nova casually shrugged, Yeah.  The look of shock remained on the young boy’s face,  But..but..I'm only 15!  I'm not even allowed to drink yet!  How am I gonna lead a super team? Think of all the egos I'd have to deal with.  Think of how out of place a fifteen year old Jewish kid with no superpowers is gonna feel on a Japanese superhero team!

Obi stood up and promptly backhanded the frantic teenager.  Dude, chill! 

That wasn't necessary, Obi, Nova said

  Joseph, You are one of the smartest people I've ever met.  You have the potential to be one truly kick-ass leader.   You just need confidence and a little experience, which you'll gain on the job.  You're fluent in all Japanese languages, know about their culture as if you had lived there all your life, and you know what it is to be a member of WAL.  Joseph, I know this is a lot to take in..yeah.  but the truth is, we need you in Japan.   You'll do way more there than you can here, you'll save way more lives, and actually make a difference. After a short pause, Obi continued.  Come on, Joe.  What do you say?  Joseph looked up at the Jedi and smiled.  Just..can I have some time, y'know to say goodbye and all that?

Yeah, we'll postpone the liftoff, Joseph..go do what you gotta do, and make your way to the tarmac whenever you can.  As Joseph walked out, Obi once again stopped him, Hey, Joe...Joe turned around and looked at the Jedi with a raised eyebrow.  You're sensei would be proud.  Joseph smiled wide and walked out, ready to say goodbye to his teammates and make his way to the Land of the Rising Sun.

Hours of piece and silence...ended abruptly when 13-year-old Yoshio Hyuga woke up to a new day, opening his eyes, revealing the pale violet, pupilless irises. The boy rose up from his bed, stretched, and put on some clothes and ninja gear as his blurry sight cleared. Just as he was about to open the door to walk out of his room, he heard a strange and unfamiliar voice, talking to his both parents, from the outside. Instead of opening the door and getting ready for his ninja training, he leant against the door and listened carefully to what was said on the other side. <Where is he now? We would like to see him.> The unfamiliar, and authority-filled voice asked, in a very heavy American Japanese accent. Yoshio's mother, Amaya, responded. <He's training before the final Chunin exam...or at least I think he is. Know anything about it, Neji?> Neji, Yoshio's father continued. <I haven't seen him this morning, but that's probably because he's training. If you wish, I could show you to his training field.> Yoshio had no idea what was going on, but then he turned around and looked at the clock. 10! The training was supposed to start 9! Oh my freaking god...I gotta hurry! ...but not until I know what's going on out there. Who are these people? Why were they talking about me to strangers? How can mom and dad know that these strangers can be trusted? He put his hands together and made a complicated series of handseals: the Horse, the Tiger, the Boar, the Rabbit, the Rat, the Horse, the Dog, the Rabbit, the Tiger, the Rat, the Boar, the Dog and the Ram...all signs took less than four seconds to make. Byakugan!! His eyes turned white and the blood rushed to his head, burning a little. The line of sight was now almost unlimited, about everything that was hidden or just typically out of view was now completely visible to Yoshio. This gave him lots of various impressions not only from his own room, but from the rooms near as well. Looking straight through the door, the sight was not expected. He ignored the sight of his parents, he had already figured that they were both wearing their usual clothes, robes and headbands. But the two strangers...were wearing suits and sunglasses. Could they be...Americans? But that shouldn't be possible...how could they find their way into our village hidden in the leaves? And what the heck would they want with me? Trying to figure out the secret of Byakugan wouldn't work on me if they tried, the curse seal on my forehead would shut it down forever if it was removed from me...so what could they want? He continued listening to their conversation. <Well...thanks for offering, Mr. Hyuga, but we don't need to see him quite yet. We're in no immediate hurry.> <Well I'm glad to hear that...> Okay, now I've heard enough. He closed the Byakugan and looked at the clock again. ...10.06? Sensei is gonna kill me... He opened the window in his room, quickly climbed out, and started running towards the training field at the woods.

Minutes later...
He was running, his heart was pounding, and Sensei Satoshi Mishina was leaning at a tree, waiting along with Yoshio's teammates Hikaru Yamanaka and Daisuke Nara who were on the ground. <Sorry I'm so late, something got in my way!!> Satoshi Sensei looked at Yoshio with tired eyes. <I guess it's alright this time...but don't let it happen again. The final competitions in the Chunin exams are in four days...you all need all training you can get. Did you see the the other candidates? They performed exceptionally, (not that you didn't), and we have to assume they will train hard as well. Wouldn't it be a little pathetic if you've all gone through the written test and survived the forest of death...all for nothing? Nope, we really have to train, there are still things you all need to work on.> Yoshio understood what Sensei was talking about, but still didn't regret listening to the strangers. He hanged his head a little. <I said I was sorry...> <And I said it was fine...this time. But you HAVE to be here in time from now on...you can't afford missing any training! ...Oh well, I'm done lecturing, let's just start...> Satoshi stopped leaning and pointed to some other trees. <Today you'll have some repetition on molding your chakra. Like earlier, you will focus you chakra to your feet, and then run upwards the trees. You remember this from earlier, right?> All three students nodded. <Great. So you know how to do this.> Satoshi's glance shifted over his students. <Eh? What are you waiting for? Go ahead already!>
 Yoshio eyed Sensei for a moment before putting his hands together, concentrating his chakra to a spot below his feet, picking up a kunai from his back pocket, and running forward towards the tree. Maintaining a state of mind where he was neither too eager or too careless, he managed to keep his chakra below his feet and proceeded to defy gravity, running upwards. After about a second, a falcon cry broke Yoshio's concentration, hence he lost his speed and ability to run further. He marked the spot on the bark with the kunai he was holding, and then fell to the ground, but managed to land on his feet. Looking at the mark he just had made, compared to marks from weeks earlier, he frowned. Okay, that was real bad...only half as good a result as I did last time. Freaking bird...hope it crashes into a wall or window or something. Then he heard Satoshi Sensei's voice behind him and turned around. <Come on, Yoshio...you can do better than that.> <Wasn't my fault! I was distracted!> <You think you'll never be distracted when it actually matters? You have to learn to shut things out.> Yoshio once again understood his teacher's point and turned back to the tree. <Guess you're right...> <Now try it again...> Yoshio sighed. This is gonna be a loooong day...

Several hours later...
<Alright you guys, let's call it a day. We'll be here tomorrow too, at 9 o'clock! Don't be late!> Yoshio felt specifically targeted by his Sensei's last words, but didn't let it bother him. After walking for a couple of minutes through the path of the woods and entering the actual village, heading to the Hyuga clan house, it felt like he was being followed, or watched over. Before long, the same American strangers approached Yoshio, taking him by some surprise. The boy reached to his back pocket for a kunai, while activating the Byakugan to see if these stranger's intentions could be read in their eyes or expressions. Drawing the kunai in less than a second, and pointing it to the throat of one of the men, the young Hyuga asked a simple question while seeing that those two strangers had strong wills and were not to be dismissed easily. <What do you want from me?> The one with the kunai pointed at, raised an eyebrow and looked slightly disturbed while nudging the kunai to the side with his finger. <First, Mr. Hyuga, point that thing somewhere else. Second...> The other man reached for something within his jacket and picket out a folder with the letters "WAL" on it. <...we want you to join.> Yoshio put the kunai back into his pocket but was ready to take it out any second again, while deactivating the Byakugan, receiving the folder and reading. <Why me?> he asked, puzzled. There are several Jonin and Chunin in this village, all more skilled ninjas than me. They're not making any sense, picking me of everybody? Sheesh... <It's because of your potential...it's greater than that of many ninja. And it's your heritage. You're a Hyuga...that means you have the Byakugan. But you're on the branch side of the family and not in the main household...meaning, you'll never really be able to be entirely free. The curse seal on your forehead allows any Hyuga from the main household to kill or torture you with just a thought, whenever they wish. But if you join with us...you'll be safe from threats within the family. And you'd get training, perfecting your jutsus, hand-to-hand combat fighting skill, and you can save the world when needed. What do you say?> The limited freedom of the Hyuga branch family was something he never really had given a lot of thought, now realizing the danger, his choice weighed in favor for these "WAL" people... <The final Chunin test is in a few days...I have to take it, and move on to the next level. It's not about being able to go on greater ninja missions, it's a personal goal.> The second WAL representant, who had remained quiet until now, started speaking. <It's already dealt with. We spoke to your sensei along with some other ninja higher-ups, to not mention your parents...and they were fine with giving you the title of Chunin if you decided to go with us, you've performed excellently in missions and competitions so far, according to them. Congratulations...if you still want to take the Chunin test, it's fine with us, no rush.> The boy's jaw dropped. Oh my god...they're this serious!! They really went great lengths to make me join! <Alright...I guess. Give me a few days and we'll see about it.>