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How's everyone doing? Having a nice week so far?

MASSIVE shout out to everyone that reviewed in the epilogue. You guys are awesome :)

I'm here with a preview!

I took some scenes from the first and second chapter (and a few from future chapters). They aren't in exact order. The first chapter should be out by tomorrow, around this time.

I'll put the name of the story at the end.

Enjoy...

"You don't need to speak to be heard."

The red haired kid lowered his eyes and the blonde older kid snorted, a soundless noise from his nose.

He signed again. "It's all in what you do, why you do it and how you do it." The blonde gestured to his bandaged neck and hands, saying without saying that he was just like the younger boy, mouthing and motioning. "You've got better things to do than get yourself stomped on. Next time, don't let those kids rile you up, ok?

Kushina's son nodded, sullen, and the older boy shoulders lifted and dropped with a brief, unheard laugh.

"And if it can't be helped, make sure you've got a golf club handy. Or even better, a baseball bat. Swing like your life depends on it, and it probably will."

The boy nodded again, closing his small hands into trembling fists and screwing his face childishly at the thought of matching those bullies by himself with only a baseball bat.

The blonde brought out a white handkerchief from a pocket, wet it a little with a bottle of water from god-knows-where and gently dabbed at the child's bloody nose, craning the boy's head back and plugging his nose with cotton balls. A bag of ice would rest on Kushina's son's black eye later.

Taking time to wipe the dirt from the child's face and dust down the boys shirt and pants, the redhead pursed his lips and signed to the older kid.

"Thanks, Naruto."

The blonde smiled.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Taken from Orphanages around Fire and Wind country in a multitude that raised more than a few eyebrows, children aged three were separated from the crowd while the rest were cardoned off for ROOT training.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Sirens blared overhead, pulsing red with the facility's emergency power.

The girl inside the glass box flinched as the locks of her blast proof containment cell snapped shut, clicking five times in five different places.

Hard stomps ebbed outside the lab in which her glass cell was located, ninjas searching high and low for the person that had broken into the secret research facility.

None of them had a pay grade high enough to even knock down that labs doors.

White smoke filled the lab and her eyes bugged wide, cringing and pulling her legs closer to herself even though she was safe from the noxious gas.

Suddenly, a face slammed into the glass cell, shocking her at who it was.

The Doctor.

Kneeling down with her arms limp at her sides, her eyes were rolled up into her head, unconscious or maybe even dead.

She couldn't see who held the doctor's neck well, all she saw was their gasmask hovering to the right of the doctor, their casual clothes and their dull blonde hair that spiked messily.

The Doctor's mouth opened with a long groan, speaking with two voices, hers and some other infernal tone she couldn't dare recognize.

"Want to be free?"

In her petrified state, the bald girl nodded.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Danzo's scowl spelt it out clear as day.

Why are you still alive?

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Naruto cocked his head to the side.

A frown played on his lips.

He rolled his wrists and clasped the pair of kunai that materialized in his palms, turning one into a reverse grip while the other pointed at his opponent.

He dipped forward and met Kakashi's ninjato in the middle, creating violent shockwaves over the bellowing rapids the sailboat careened down.

Clang.

Boom!

Sakumo Hatake would be proud.

The two boys and their sailboat flew off the edge of the waterfall, busily tussling for dominance and viciously exchanging haymakers at the loss of their blades.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The men and women in dark suits snapped to their feet as their Boss entered the dining hall, halting their dinner in favour of standing upright and moving their right fists to their hearts, puffing out their chests in respectful salute.

"Boss!"

The voices of these people echoed in their tens of thousands.

The air was charged with their unfaltering, unyielding loyalty.

His tools.

The infamous Yakuza dropped their salutes and bowed, much to his amusement as he took his place at the head table.

Not all fights saw the light of day or the pale rays of the moon.

The significant battles happened in the secrecy of the criminal underworld, and that was where they resided as one big, happy family.

Whisper Group

There we go.

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Please stay safe, everyone, and I'll see you when I see you.

Foy.