~*Chapter 1: The Underdog*~ It was 3 hours til' the stroke of the afternoon as the bright sun gazed upon the earth. Birds fluttered threw with songs following their wings, the wind blowing gently through the Safaia Valley. To the north, about a mile ahead, was the Oniyuri village; given its name for its top product of flowers: Tiger lilies. The Oniyuri village was the first of the other multiple villages to be announced a market capitol. With a long time to populate, settle, and produce crops, stalk, clothing, and much more, Oniyuri became the top village for business. You could show up piss poor, stay for a matter of days and you'd leave with at least enough yen to own a house, two cows, and bit of furniture. Though not all are lucky enough to do so; most have to work for their money harder than others. While some, like our up coming young-man, barely has a chance to work at their level at all. "I'm late! I'm so dead, I'm late!!" he shouted to the heavens as he leaned his body forward, darting through the meadow of the sapphire flowers of the Safaia valley. Meet our all around orphaned underdog, Yuki Shinjutsu. He's been an orphan since the age of two, and has learned the way of the ninja through cold, hard, brutal, training with his adopted father, Raizo. Raizo is an elderly man of an unknown age, even to his friends around the village. He was easy to spot as well, just look for an old man with a long white beard, navy blue kimono, and a white bandanna with a symbol on it. He rescued Yuki from near death by the hands of a dark enemy called the "Yami", a covenant of many different species that have sworn themselves to rule among humans instead of living in harmony. They sound intimidating, but are barely a problem towards others. The fact that they made Raizo and Yuki the last oftheir people, was sheer luck. "I'm almost there! The old man is gonna be so pissed off!!" he said as he dashed from roof top to roof top, then landed at the window to his room. Yuki, lifted the window open and silently jumped through. Just as he was entering the hallway, he was struck on the center of his head by the blunt end of a cane. "Ow!" he yelled. "You're are late, Yuki. I expected with the training I had given you from your father would have paid off." he scolded. "I hope I don't need to go back to making you pull 1200 pound weights with your feet again?" he tased with a evil grin. Yuki broke out into a harsh sweat and glared at the old man in worry. "Sometimes you really freak me out, grandpa..."