Long before the time of the shinobi we ruled, our chakra and our minds bent space and time to our command, and for our greatness we were worshiped as gods. However there were those among the flock that began to taint the minds of others, and in time our flock was turned against us.

We who had allowed the flock of our world to grow and flourish were struck, and all but the five strongest of us perished. Those that remained retreated from light and warmth, hiding deep within the waters of the world: to sleep, to heal, and to watch.

Three times have our influence almost succeeded in tearing apart this world with war, and blood. But the world of Shinobi is not so easily drowned in blood, and as we watch the cycle repeat once more we no longer need to heal, or sleep, or watch.

The planet has known peace now for fifty years, and the nations of the world have celebrated away their tiny lives after the last ninja war, but their can be no lasting peace, and as the world finishes its repairs a new threat will rise.

It will start with a new war of the Shinobi, and that war is all but declared. As Kumogakure has once again shuts its gates to the world and waits with its forces of ninja's and its armies of death. The Akatsuki reform bringing with it order to those of rage and emotion, and as all will wait and breath holding onto the brink of war, and when all is brought forth to the battlefield so ripe with blood those that lay waiting will wake.

And we will not stop! We shall not be burned by Fire, or drowned by water, we will not be hit by earth, or thrown by wind, and we will not be struck down by lightning. For the old will rise, and the world of the shinobi SHALL SINK.

I like it!

Interesting indeed. lets make a show out of it