Author's Note
Hello, everyone. My name is John, and I am 16. I live in California, and have enjoyed Naruto, and writing for years. I have written an award-winning fanfiction here,
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, that told the standard Naruto ninja adventure story filled with plot twists. I tried to make a sequel, but failed, and then an entirely different adventure, but failed. I went inactive with fanfictions for some time, and then I came back in mid July with my short non-action fanfic Reborn. I am steering away from action with this new story. This describes the stories of people who are kept in the dark in the manga and anime, ordinary people like us. that does not mean my stories will be boring or ordinary though! 
Yes, stories. Each of this fanfic's chapters will be stories independent of one another, but somehow tied together in the end. Note: "--------" Means passage of time or moving on to a entirely different topic. Enough about me, let's enter the other side of Naruto! :naruto:---------------------------------------------------
The Downfall of Ninjas
I go to work everyday in plain clothes, and plain shoes. I am a humble man with a humble job. Within the bustle and busy, boisterous people, my small shop sits. I am a kunai knife blacksmith. I smelt metals together and pour the molten metal into molds to make perfect little knives for the ninjas to use. I am proud of my business here in Konoha because I provide for my fellow citizens that have become ninjas, and i have one of the few non-electronic shops around. I flunked at the academy and never became one myself, but I care deeply for them even so. To cut to the chase about I sent you this letter, Mr. Hokage, I have grave news.
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It all began one brisk morning. I awoke, washed, and put on my plain clothes. I fastened my simple shoes to my feet, and got into my car for work. I saw a jonin-level ninja, and saluted him. He responded with a big smile. I entered my shop, and began to slowly do the monotonous, but exhilarating job of creating kunai knives.
I also take requests for custom kunai knife creation for a fee. My biggest customer was Namikaze Minato, who asked for his special Flying Thunder God kunai. These requests don't come often, but when they do, they are revolutionary. one such request came that morning as I was reading the newspaper. I heard the bell ring, and i glanced to see an ANBU Black Ops ninja enter the store. I welcomed him with a small nod as a response. I asked him, "What can I get fer ya?"
He responded as if he were giving me a report, "A meteorite hit the outskirts of Konoha. Whilst I investigated, I saw an extreme radioactive output coming from it. When I tried making chakra flow from it, my chakra's power became visible, and grew extensively. I feel it has great potential as a weapon"
I said, "You actually think I can do that fer ya?"
"Yes, I wish for you to create a sword out of this meteorite's material," he replied.
I stopped and thought to myself. I'd had never done this before, and it was radioactive. Could I trust it? "I'm sorry, but I can't 'cause I ain't qualified"
"I'll offer 100,000 ryo"
"100,000?" My eyeballs jumped out of my skull. "Fine, I'll try, but no promises, ya hear?"
"I understand"
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I went over to the site, and tinkered with every piece of rock from that boulder. I used an extremely hot temperature for smelting the meteorite rock I handled, and a little metal to fill the cracks. It was mostly meteorite, of course. The finished product was a beautiful piece of work. I had outdone myself. By keeping the goal of the money in my mind, I trudged through the work and created a masterpiece. I waited for the ANBU to arrive. He came two days after i had finished the long, jet black sword. He was extremely pleased. "I must say, with this weapon, I will change the world. I will end the Great 8th Ninja War myself! Kumo will not stand a chance as this....atomic power with ravage their village. Here is your money, sir. Money from a hero"
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He did end the war himself. We all know that. He came in a couple months later to speak with me. "It's been awhile!" he exclaimed, "I'm ecstatic! I won the war! I am the hero! I did it! With your help of course. Guess what? I charged all my chakra into the blade, and released it as fire rained down from the sky, obliterating the entire village to dust!"
"What 'bout the innocents?"
"Burnt them all to Hell! Ha, ha, yes I did! Well, sorry to leave mid-conversation, but I have to go to the council meeting, and my jeep's in the way of the bus road, so I'll see you later!"
"Good bye!"
"The next time you see me, I'll be the 20th, and best sannin!"
"Alright!" I said as I fake chuckled. I could not believe my eyes! A jutsu with the strength greater than a tailed beast bomb! That is, when there were tailed beasts. He created a now ruined village. All the women, and children! i couldn't stop thinking about it. Anyway, he did become the 20th sannin, and a greta one. He assassinated the 10th Kazekage, a stubborn old man who needed to pass the baton, and he hosted the Chuunin Exams in the grand stadium. I was there, and saw his great big, proud face on the giant screen announcing to us all. Boy he sure was proud.
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That was forty years ago. A couple of years ago, he came to visit, as an old man. He had a grim, not proud, face. He even rode in a wheelchair. He said, "Old friend, I have horrible news. The radiation from the sword has done this to me! It has weakened me, and I fear you as well. It's radiation is permanent to anything it touches!"
"Anything?" I asked aghast.
"Anything, including you, which means any kunai you've ever made for a ninja has spread it to the those ninjas," he coughed as I stood shocked, "and all three villages i reduced to rubble, are all highly radioactive, and it's spread through the soil to our plants"
"My word! We must tell the Hokage!"
"He'll never listen. I've already tried, but he said I've gone senile. All he wants is for me to blow up the problem. There's a problem, obliterate it. That's why Konoha and Suna are the last villages, no, last civilizations in the world. I cam to say farewell my friend, and I am sorry" He died 2 days later.
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For past two years, I have studied to develop a cure, and finally have, but it's too bad I'm on my death bed. I asked for you to meet me, but you were visiting our colonies, so you could not. I was supposed to be dead three months ago, but luckily i am still here to give you the cure. It is rather difficult, so bear with me. Step 1,
~Hope you enjoyed it! Now, I write these stories to make you reflect upon yourselves and the world, so think hard, and whoever can get the message, gets a rep.
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