Chapter 2

When the day of the trip finally arrived, a crowd of people gathered on the way to the main gate. The blonde was dressed, as always, in a blue kimono without any backpack. All items were sealed in a scroll, which he hid in a pocket inside his clothes. On its two sides were walking the previously known shinobi.

Ami Ao, a beautiful blonde whose mother belonged to the Moeruaka clan and from whom she inherited her blonde hair. The best kunoichi in the village, which despite its young age belonged to the elite.

But Daisuke Moeruaka had black hair and a beard. Apparently, his late mother was a civilian in the Village of Blades, where she met his father. He was thirty years old, and for the past fifteen he had been protecting more important people during their journeys.

Both of them had impeccable manners, and at the same time amazing abilities in opposite areas, thanks to which they complemented each other perfectly. The blond found out at their first meeting.

The blue-eyed walked down the stairs to the ground floor, called by his grandmother, Eiko Moeruak. The woman was the greatest playboy in the family. She always prepared parties for holidays or celebrations. She had been doing it for over twenty years, which meant that no one else could even stand a chance with her skills.

The whole family and two shinobi boy unknown to the boy were sitting on chairs in the room. As soon as they noticed him, they stood up, bowing and introducing. Mamoru explained everything to him with many pauses due to coughing. It was the oldest shinobi in the entire village. Thanks to his blood, Aoch was now over a hundred years old, and twelve years ago he was still in full health. Unfortunately, after the news of the tragedy in Jihi, something unexpected happened. The other leader of the Village of Angels fell ill, transferring most of his duties to his daughter and his longtime friend.

After the whole conversation, they went to the training ground behind the cottage, where Ami and Daisuke showed their skills, fighting against thirty shinobi from the Bird Village, who were sent for training and on which, after reaching Hanegakure, a special seal was applied to eliminate memories of the traveled and the location of the Legendary Lair Angels.

Despite Tenshi's dislike of his new - bodyguards- , the boy had to admit that the A-rank and even the S-rank jutsu made an impression on him. He himself tried to improve each of the natures at the same level, which made it take longer, and was able to use the C-rank, but in itself this was amazing considering his age. The blond knew that the jutsu of the basic natures was still nothing, and there was a long way to go to learn all the techniques available, adding to them a combination of several basic chakra natures.

Now that he walked on, surrounded by the crowd of inhabitants, his mind was only repeating information about the clans and their techniques in the Village of Mercy.

He couldn't appear ignorant there, so he asked Kitsu for information, and he also looked for it in the library all night yesterday, thanks to which he found out about interesting skills. Jihi was full of different clans, not like Hanegakure, where officially there were only two, and shinobi with a different appearance or name happened only in the case of relocation or marriages.

The team assignments have just taken place in Jihi. With all of them assigned to their jōnin, only two remained - Baru Hanayo and Shēdo Kurayami. The girl with pink hair shifted around the class anxiously in thought. She had two problems, or worries. Her team consisted of two people, while the rest had three members. In addition, it was to be paired with Shēdo.

The black-haired boy, on the other hand, was sitting in a chair with a mock, bored face. Even though he himself was concerned about the present situation, he doubted that his genius would be left behind at the Academy only because of a few irresponsible students who failed. Since the mysterious tragedy in his clan, apart from his brother, he was the only representative of the Uchiha. So he tried to be the best of the year so as not to dishonor the name of one of Jihiha's Big Four clans.

The thoughtfulness of these two was interrupted by the silver-haired man in the mask.

- You're probably wondering what's going on. - He went inside. - I am your supervising jōnin, Jinsei Gūdian,- he introduced himself. - Before all the basics like getting to know each other, I have to tell you that you are a special team. As soon as he said that, Kurayami wanted to laugh out loud. Of course he wouldn't be sent to the academy for another year. After all, he is a genius with the best results for the year. Baru, on the other hand, did not hide her happiness and with a smile on her face remembered her high results in theoretical exams. - The third member is special. - The enthusiasm of the students immediately faded, covered with shame. - He is a person from another village who comes from very powerful clans, so for your safety, your group needs to be the best performer to avoid complications in the missions. His voice changed from bored to slightly excited. - Tomorrow you have your final test on the third training ground. I advise you to skip breakfast, and you should be there at five in the morning. The day after tomorrow you will meet the last member of the team, if you pass, of course. - He was about to leave, but the black-haired voice stopped him:

- And he, why won't he be on the test? He looked out the window at his classmates, who were running overjoyed after the meetings with their sensei.

- He was tested for twelve years of his life. The silver-haired man laughed, which sounded terrible. - I don't need another one. - He disappeared into the fog, leaving behind steam.

- Shēdo-kun,- Baru began. - What do you think this could be about? She walked over to the boy.

- I don't know, but I am surprised by the consent of the Jihikage and the Elders to such unilateral behavior. - He left, leaving the pink-haired girl in the classroom.

In front of the school, his brother was waiting for him. Kyarakutā Kurayami, leader of their two-man clan who was admired by the entire village after all. The elder, when he noticed his brother, raised his hand in greeting.

- Onii-san, do you need something from me?- The younger asked immediately, when he stood in front of him.

- Sorry, otōto, but an important visitor is about to appear in the village and Jihikage-sama asked the clan leaders to talk to him. So I can't train with you today. He patted his brother on the head.

- Him again? He asked, resigned. - No, it's not possible for the Jihikage to do this for a twelve-year-old. It's probably someone else, 'he said.

- So you already heard. Your first thought is correct, it's about that boy.

- Why should a stranger show up in the village, get a team, despite being absent from the Academy, and be treated like this? He was indignant. At his words Itachi laughed.

- Not a stranger. It has connections with the First and the Fourth Jihikage. For this he was born in Jihi - he replied mysteriously, interrupting the topic.

Even when Shēdo later tried to get some information from his brother, he remained silent, stating only that it was a secret he would learn soon.

The next day, the youngest Kurayami had an exam. Together with Baru, they had to get the bell, and the person without it was to return to school. He obtained the subject, of course, but when he looked at the teacher in the eye, because the other was covered, he noticed a trick. So he quickly threw the held object towards the girl, who immediately blushed, began to hand it back to him.

This is how they both passed, learning the true intentions of the sensei who took them to a meal where they met the eighth and ninth teams. Despite trying to see his teacher's face, Shēdo couldn't reveal his secret for a second. So he stated that it was some kind of strong Genjutsu and gave up.

From the conversation of the adults, they learned that a mysterious visitor would come to the village at seven o'clock tomorrow morning. Team Seven realized it was their last member, which Baru told her friends. The genini decided to show up in front of the gate to peek at a person from another village.

Even Tensai Omo, known for his laziness, agreed, saying the new information might be worth his minimal involvement.

When they gathered outside the Academy the next morning to go together, they did not expect to see such crowds. In addition, the Jihikage himself stood in front of the gate with a few TSAYs, heads of most clans, and even members of the Jihi Council who did not leave their quarters often.

Hamura Mitokado, an old man with green glasses, and Koharu Utatane, a woman with her hair tied in two buns, held with a traditional Japanese hairpin with two pearls at the end. They were known as the helpers of the Jihikage, whose view of the village's welfare was completely different from that of the leader. This changed unexpectedly with the Kurayami massacre. Or so it seemed.

Even the guards were awake, as usual, but incredibly ready, looked towards the forest, from which three people were just coming out wearing kimonos.

The two on the sides were much taller than the person walking in the middle. As they approached, Shēdo noticed a beautiful blonde in a pink outfit and a black-haired man who frightened him from one glance. His eyes were on the people gathered in the streets, unlike the smiling woman.

Only at the end did he notice the blue color adorning the lowest figure. Long, buttock-down golden hair and clear blue eyes left the genini and several others confused about what to say. Despite his delicately girly beauty, Kitsuyami realized that the lowest figure was probably his age. All eight of them looked at the newcomers, their minds churning in thought.

Tenshi, despite the distance traveled, was full of energy. Thanks to Ao's blood, he and Ami had no problems with fatigue. Daisuke's experience also allowed him to travel without sleep. The only problem that irritated the blonde appeared relatively recently. Due to a sudden wind, the ribbon that had been tied around his hair loosened and disappeared in a direction unknown to anyone. He knew exactly what it looked like now, and he didn't like it at all. But he looked bored at the enormous population opposite.

His bodyguards, however, due to the lack of similar situations, took two different directions of reaction, which made the blue-eyed laugh.

Eventually, he noticed a distinct group of people, certainly older than him. He recognized everyone.

Hirua Saru - the current Jihikage, Homura Mitokado and Konaru Utatane - the Old Jihiha and the leaders of the Kurayami, Seiketsu, Kokoro, Gurume, Omo, Konchū and Inudachi clans.

He approached them, bowing in greeting and receiving the same.

- You must be tired from the journey,- the Jihikage said, surprising the boy with his ease of expression. Daisuke was about to speak, but the blonde stopped him with one move of his hand, pleased with the lack of unnecessary phrases. After all, he felt like an ordinary child.

- Not at all Jihikage-sama,- he replied in a melodious voice with a smile, surprising Hiru.

- The journey usually lasts almost a week, and you are not tired after two days of fast running and lack of rest? He was confused, looking uncertainly at the boy's escort. However, after there was no sign of any lie, he gave up. - Okay, then welcome to Jihi. Nevertheless, TSAY will escort you straight to your family's mansion. Shēdo's words startled. The boy knew the Village of Mercy like his own pocket. After all, he was born here, and he had lived here for twelve years, but he had never seen any empty house for a long time. However, before he returned to reality, the mysterious blonde was gone, and the crowd was slowly moving away.

- Shēdo, Baru. Jinsei appeared in front of them. - We're going to meet the Jihikage and then a new teammate,- he said, and without waiting for their reactions, he headed for the Administration Building.

Tenshi followed the horse masked shinobi to the outskirts of the village beneath the mountain that represented four men. The blond immediately recognized in one of them his father, Mino, about whom he was told by all the people he knew or the demon. Literally under the Jihikage Rock, there was a large mansion surrounded by all kinds of flowers and plants.

He thanked the masked man as he stepped inside. The two-story building had an attic that could only be accessed by ninja techniques by jumping through a hole hidden behind the Genjutsu. Since there was a large bedroom there, it was in this place that the blonde decided to sleep. And so the boy after a while was putting the last things into the chest in front of the bed, which was surrounded, some distance away, by cabinets now full of books and scrolls. It was built in as a whole and it was possible to walk through it only in the places where the furniture ended. There was also a separate bathroom next to it with all the necessary items.

The first floor was filled with sleeping rooms, bathrooms and a few empty rooms, his companions unpacking in the bedrooms. They also had separate bathrooms.

The ground floor had a kitchen, pantry, dining room, living room and an undefined large room resembling a ballroom. Behind the house there was a well-kept garden and a training field.

As he was about to return to his floor, after sightseeing to meditate and talk to Kitsu, he heard a knock on the door. Daisuke standing next to him disappeared in the blink of an eye, returning after a while with the three figures. Tenshi nodded in greeting.

- My name is Gūdian Jinsei and I will look after you on your way to becoming a full-fledged shinobi,- the man in the mask introduced himself.

- Sensei was my dad's student, right? - The blond was assured.

- Yes. He scratched his neck.

- You can leave us,- he said to the bodyguards. - Let's go sit down and talk. He smiled as he showed the direction.

Baru was amazed. After talking to the Jihikage today, she understood why the nailing of a twelve-year-old had such a sensation.

- Tenshi Ao-Moeruaka. The leader smiled. - He is the son of the Fourth Jihikage - Mino Moeruaka and Bloody Habanero - Keiko Ao, which is why he is also a full successor to his grandparents, leaders of the Village of Angels - he explained, looking at the genin. The Silver-haired man knew it perfectly well, so he was not surprised by this information. - Hanegakure is a great village about which little is known. There are more legends about her than proven facts. He laughed, taking a drag on his pipe. - It is known, however, that it has two clans, whose heirs were sent to us almost from the beginning of Jihiha to learn about the charms of childhood. Just like his parents, Tenshi should have come here a few years ago, but due to classified information, he has only come to us now. At that, Shēdo was surprised. Of course, he knew that the Fourth's wife was not from the Village of Mercy, or even from the Land of Peace, but he had never heard of the newcomers who would regularly visit his village. - As Tenshi is the only heir, and a double in addition, he did not have a childhood like you. - He grew sad. - From an early age he spent his time learning from various people. So it may be more serious than you. However, I am asking you to help him acclimatize here - he finished his speech.

Now that Baru stood in front of this beautiful and elegant boy, he was more like a gentle prince than a shinobi.

They sat on the black sofas, looking around at the richly decorated walls.

Immediately after noticing the mansion, Shēdo stated that it had previously been under the camouflage technique. He wasn't surprised why. The house of people not even belonging to the village was richer than the same Jihikage and all the clans put together. The boy in front of him, however, did not seem surprised or excited, as if he was used to such or better sights. Then Kitsuyami wondered how wonderful a village of unknown location must be.

- My name is Tenshi Ao-Moeruaka,- said the long-haired man. - I come from the Land of Angels, but I was born here twelve years ago,- he said. - I hope for a successful cooperation.

- Sorry, but Tenshi-kun, don't you mind, he will stay a shinobi?- - Pink-haired asked.

- Miss ...

- I'm Baru Hanayo, that's enough,- she said hastily, in shock.

- Well, Baru-san, he will stay a shinobi, I had a destiny before I was born. - He laughed. - Just what I am supposed to become shows how high I have to climb. My village has a different point of view of leaders.

- As far as I know, if I can,- Jinsei said. - I heard from Mino-sensei that the leader may be the first child of the previous leader and there is training since he can walk or talk,- he said, uncertain of his information. But noticing the boy's smile, he continued. - Apparently, there have always been two leaders, one for each clan.

- Yes it's true. Dad must have trusted you a lot sensei. It is precisely because of my blood ties that I did not come here sooner. I am the first case of an heir to two clans. Black-haired man boiled himself when he heard that. The uniqueness of the new overshadowed its genius.

- My name is Kurayami Shēdo,- he emphasized the name specifically.

- One of your ancestors helped create Jihiha, right? It's amazing, he said. The rest didn't know what to say. Baru is surprised by his knowledge of an unfamiliar place. Shēdo gasped. The boy wasn't sure if it was because the blonde's voice sounded so light when he praised his clan or because he knew his story. Jinsei, however, remembered about his dead teacher.

When Moeruaka was not yet the Jihikage, he also had long hair, explaining this by a certain clan tradition. Mino also praised and admired others, more often talking about power other than his own.

- Kitsuyami Furû was great to the end after all,- the blonde said.

- Can we start training and missions tomorrow, or do you need a rest? Jōnin asked, knowing how long a twelve-year-old had traveled.

- I thought we were going to start today,- he said. - Thank you for your understanding. He stood up, bowing slightly. - We can start in the morning.