Two hundred and sixty years, after the fourth Great Shinobi World War. Without the Akatsuki to serve as a common threat, it was only a matter of time before the Shinobi alliance failed. Each nation had their own various reason, land, resources, or simply old grudges. At first, the nations merely went back to their own dealings, simply not bothering with the others. But as the nations grew, it wasn't long until fighting broke out. Its been close to a hundred years, sense the declaration of the Fifth Shinobi  World War, though few, if any actually knows how it began.<br/><br/>There were several recorded events which are commonly thought to have started the war. The terrorist attack on Konoha, which had lead to the destruction of the Hokage monuments, the mysterious assassination of the kazakage. Though most notably, the disappearance of the tailed beasts. This is commonly seen at the reason behind the Shinobi war, as it threw the entire ninja world into havoc. Long had the jinchuriki's been a form of insurance, a ultimate weapon to keep enemies at bay. But one day, without a trace, they simply vanished. Each nation was eager to point fingers at the others, claiming they most be the onces behind it, regardless the fact, all nations had lost at least one tailed beast. Regardless the reason, the war went on, with countless casualties.<br/><br/>(http://img94.imageshack.us/img94/5754/17255348.jpg) (http://img94.imageshack.us/i/17255348.jpg/)<br/><br/>One hundred and seventy years, after the start of fifth Shinobi war, and there is still no end in sight of the conflict. Tough there have been no direct attack on any village for several decades now, as no nation could afford it. None of them had the men, or resources to both invade, and defend themselves at the same time. But missions had never been more dangerous, outside of the villages, its constant conflict. Due to this, the standard of genin have been raised, as even the most common delivery mission, has a good chance of running into a enemy group.<br/><br/>A black haired woman, wearing a black and white Anbu outfit, leaned up against a tree, waiting for her new squad mates to arrive. She'd sent a summon to them, to meet her at the memorial stone, which had become a favorite spot for training. She stood there, unmoving, with her headband covering her eyes, which made it hard to tell if she was indeed awake, or not.