Arc IXChapter 1
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<strong><b>Arc </b></strong><strong><b>IX</b></strong><strong><b>Chapter 1</b></strong>
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The days passed and little changed in Amegakure, The eternal rain poured down from above, uncaring of the mortal souls below. The sun avoided the vige as decades before, but for Amegakure such was nothing extraordinary.
The absence of light was amon sight, amon sight for the vigers of Amegakure. They were used to their fate since their birth. Their hope had long since died, withered in the crucibles of war and sorrow.
The people of Ame had given up long ago. Hope turned into hate, hate into disappointment, disappointment into ultimate resignation. The force to fight on abandoned them. Amegakure was a vige of corpses, a city of living dead popted by pitiful shadows.
The unending rain symbolised their pain, their sorrow, their desperation, their misery. Tears of heaven, the symbol of past, present, and future. Amegakure''s future never changed.
Amegakure bled during the war, and the wars before. History didn''t treat Amegakure kindly.
The vige''s strategic position transformed thend into an unceasing battleground of foreign powers and interests.
Ceaseless wars were fought by the great powers to rule for economic and military reasons. Amegakure''s industrial production elicited the attention of her neighbours.
Avarice and greed moved the hearts of the great powers. In their insatiable hunger, the viges carved fornd and wealth. Konoha, Iwa, Suna, they all desired Amegakure, a prize to be taken by force and determination.
Weakened by decades of internal strife and infighting, the old feudal order copsed three centuries ago.
The ns and local nobles rebelled against their degenerated masters. The daimyo plundered thend. Uncaring of the woes of the masses, they indulged in luxury and excess, in schemes and war, in tyranny and brutality.
The daimyo cared little about the fate of their subjects. The burden of taxation rose year after year before bing finally unbearable. Discontent and desperation fuelled the fires of rebellion.
The ns seeded and overthrew their rule. The power of the daimyoy broken, shattered.
The daimyo survived for administrative reasons, but they lost their rights and privileges. They were reduced to mere shadows of their former selves, to mere figures in virtue of customs and tradition, to marites of powerful ns.
Broken was their power and with them the legacy of the once proud samurai. The day when the ns rose up, the samurai sided with the old order. The samurai paid a heavy price for their loyalty. Their masters proved unable to save them from their tragic demise.
Bound by their oath, they were decimated and driven to near extinction. Only the Land of Iron offered the defeated warriors refuge.
Their lineage survived those dark times and the following chaos of thewless n era when might made right, whenw mattered little, when the world burned. Strength, and strength alone, dictated the course of history,
The age of ns, the age of ninja arrived, but not without cost. The ns might have triumphed, but victory didn''te cheap. The fruits of victory were treacherous and man failed to resist the temptation.
With their former enemies gone, the ns turned against each other seduced by the spoils of war. Alliances broke apart. Old friends turned traitor. The warring n era began.
Centuries of conflict followed. The wars brought untold devastation and ughter. Torrents of blood consumed the world and war ravaged thend. Generations fought, generations died when the ns met on the battlefield.
The hounds of war awoke.
The monumental effort of two legendary figures ended this era. Senju Hashiramaand Uchiha Madaraovercame the hatred and put their differences aside. Senju and Uchiha concluded peace and founded together Konohagakure.
Other ns followed their example and imitated their sess. They, too, sought strength in numbers.
Even the most hated enemies recognised the signs of time. Divided they fell, together they stood. The desire for peace and stability outweighed old grudges and petty feuds.
From the ashes of political instability and bloodshed, the five viges emerged, sweeping away thest vestiges of the past. Konohagakure, Iwagakure, Kumogakure, Kirigakure Sunagakure were born. A new order was born.
The viges brought order to the war-torn world and redrew the political map. Borders were redefined. Territories redistributed.
But peace didn''tst long. Peace was brittle and below the surface new armies were raised, new alliances formed, new strength gathered. Old conflicts resurfaced and unsolved disputes returned.
Madara''s demise and Hashirama''s premature death sealed the course of history. His irresponsible death, his suicide, plunged the world into a new era of conflict. His dreams failed. His promises were broken.
The viges didn''t bring the peace Hashirama desired. The full mobilised strength of the hidden viges unleashed horrors and brutality of a scale yet unknown.
Once local conflicts between ns and petty warlords morphed into wars dictated by prestige and national interests. The war wasn''t fought by minor ns. It was a war waged by nations and their people.
The savage hounds of war returned.
Weakened economically and militarily, threatened by the rise of neighbouring viges, driven by lust for power and imperial desires, veiled by lies and deceit, confident in their strength, the five viges marched to war.
Ignorant of theing catastrophe, certain of victory, the five viges opened in their hubris the gates of war. Thus, the First Great War started.
They expected a short war, a brief war. They were wrong. The five viges were unable to control the demons they summoned.
Cursese to roost and fire engulfed the world once again. Any semnce of civilisation was lost to butchery and ughter. Among arms, thews and customs of men remained silent.
Rape, plunder, injustice gued thend. The cries of the innocent filled the heaven, but their prayers were never heard. The gods didn''t answer in these trying times.
Years went by, and no oue was achieved beyond bloody stalemates. The wars knew no winners, only losers.
Such was the story of Amegakure, a story of little hope.
Right, as the world goes, is onlya matterbetween equals in power. While the strong act as they please,the weak suffer what they must.
Amegakure suffered. Amegakure suffered during the first war. Amegakure suffered during the second war. Amegakure suffered during the third war. Destruction and death befell their once prosperous vige at the hands of their enemies.
The five viges acted without regard. Their suffering didn''t matter to the masters of humanity.
But times changed and tumultuous winds gathered at the horizon. Nothingsts for eternity.
Guided by the determination of men, history was defined. Asami understood such.
This time, nobody would deny her. This time, nobody would deny her the greatness she was destined to.
Asami giggled and observed the pouring rain under her umbre. Such a wonderful sight.
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