A young shinobi wore dark blue pants over a dark violet tee shirt and a black jacket. He had recently passed the Ninja Academy in Konohagakure and wanted to gain strength. His pale gray eyes narrowed as he noticed a sparkle of light out of the corner of his eye as he stalked through the forest. He turned, curious, and leaped upward to avoid the taller black haired kunoichi's tackle attempt. He flipped in midair and hung upside down, using a small amount of chakra to cling to a branch.
"You're going to have to do better than that, Kenra-chan," he said. The black haired kunoichi wore dark green clothing with pale cream rings on her shoulders. She smiled up at him. Kenrai Aburame smiled slightly as the Destruction Bugs her clan was known for tried to swarm over the younger ninja. "Where are you now, Jaice-san?" she wondered quietly. A flare of lightning exposed Jaice Kaiza, standing on a branch nearby staring at something he held. Not for the first time, Kenrai wondered who his parents were.
Jaice Kaiza had been found by a sympathetic medical Jonin by the name of Haruno Sakura. She had married Sasuke Uchiha and had a younger child, Sanya, Jaice's younger sister. Naruto had not managed to become Hokage, as the Akatsuki was still around, though nobody know where they hid. Tsunade was keeping a close eye on Jaice for some reason she'd had yet to explain. The third member of their cell, Kiba's son, Fuuma Inazuka stood half hidden a few feet from Kenrai. He had his father's black hair and markings, but his mother's eyes.
His companion, a half wolf, half dog mix named Tenshi barked, making Kenrai jump slightly.
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"Think of the influence of the moon upon the earth, and of the air upon the human lungs. Remember how silently the dew falls, and how imperceptibly the grass grows. There may be far more doing than you think in your soul by your Bible-reading."- {J. C. Ryle, Practical Religion, page 136}
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"Think of the influence of the moon upon the earth, and of the air upon the human lungs. Remember how silently the dew falls, and how imperceptibly the grass grows. There may be far more doing than you think in your soul by your Bible-reading."- {J. C. Ryle, Practical Religion, page 136}