*At the Northern Outpost for the Land of Fire borders*

In the milarty-standard GP Medium canvas tent, a boy sleeps lazily on his bed. A snot bubble from his nose expands and contracts as it is rhythmically in sync with his breathing. His mouth is wide open as he greedily gathers as much air as possible. With him occasionally scratching his stomach. Im sure if anyone saw this scene, they'd think its the ideal picture of what the biggest slacker in the entire company looks like.

snore *snore *snore* 

At the entrance to the boys sleeping quarters, walk in two shinobi. One of them leisurely walks over to him as light as a feather. While the other one steps are diliberately heavier in a stomping motion. As if mountains would quake at sight of this figure. Then hands move at lightning-fast speed that any jounin would find impressive, as the covers are ripped away from the boy and he's given a punch to the gut.

And as if that wasn't enough, the figure yells into the boy's ear. "Wake up, Shit-head! Your going to make us late!"

Ouch! I get it, Im up, I'm up.

Would it kill ya to be nice when waking a guy up? And you wonder why Kakashi doesn't give you a second glance. 

The girl gets a tick mark from my words.

I continue while closing my eyes, as I'm completely oblivious to her getting increasingly more angry by the second. Your better off catching a flock of doves with that head of hair you got there, birdsnest. Why can't you be nice like Rin-chan? Or thoughtful like Kurenai-chan. I guess I'd get more sleep if Shizune was my teammate too, as the girl is quite soft spoken. 

The girl stops over to me as she gives me a death glare that the shinigami would find impressive. With cracking of her knuckles signaling to me that I've made a huge mistake. What'd you say? Go ahead speak up. I must have misheard you.

I begin to bite my nails and shuffle backwards as I begin to try and think of a way to get out of this situation. But just as Im about to begin my ingenious counterplay, a large, burly man makes his way to my tent. Opening the door flap, I get a good look at the man.

He's around 5 feet 9 inches, wearing the standard Chunin uniform of Konoha-issued green flack jacket. blue long-sleeve shirt with a uzumaki spiral on the sides. Shinobi pants with a scar on the left side of his face. With a stern expression on his face, he says in an authoritarian tone 

Hey Kids! Hurry the hell up, this isn't play time!

At the sound of his voice, all three of us straighiten up as we simoustanly bow and say "Yessir we're sorry."

He scoffs and leaves, muttering fucking brats under his breath.

As soon as he leaves, both me and the girl stick our tongues out to blow him a raspberry.

The other boy standing to the side sighs as his shoulders droop down. Geeze, would you two quit bickering? We need to hurry up and get to formation, or we'd be discharged from the military and sent back to the village as failures on our first mission as Genin. 

The two of us nod, and we go to run out of the tent, but the other boy stops me by placing his palm on my chest. I'm confused, asking why he stopped me. Only for him to give me a smug smile as he points to me. I'm confused at to what he's getting at. I look down. I notice the problem as I'm still dressed in my underwear and boxers.

I jump up in a panic and rush to put on my gear. After I finish changing, I rush to get into formation, with me being happy as I still have 5 minutes to spare. But when I get their thats when I notice that I'm the last one to arrive, with everyone giving me a stern expression.

You there, Genin! Tardiness won't be tolerated; if your the last one to arrive next time, I'll discharge you.

I'm about to say that I have 5 mins left but noticing his expression and the other older more experienced shinobi in the unit. I quickly close my mouth as I can feel the rise of killing intent pointed my way.

Do I make myself clear? 

"Yessir," With me giving a full bow.

As the man begins to talk about the mission, that's when I noticed who he is. The man who just reprimanded me is none other than the famed stratigist and Jonin commander of Konoha, Shikaku Nara, father of Shikamaru Nara. To the left of him is Inoichi Yamanaka and to the right is Chōza Akimichi.

I was stationed at the West Border of the Land of fire, being the three-way border between The land of stone, the land of wind, and the land of fire. The prime objective is to hold Iwagakure back with our infiltry unit and return fire from the trenches, then advance when we're given the signal.

Basically, I'm the lowest form of cannon fodder on the frontline. You might be asking why the fuck is a green behind the ears, fresh out the academy brat fighting on the frontlines. The will of fire, that's why. On some high platform, somewhere I can already picture Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Third Hokage, saying his same cliche speech of, "Wherever the leaves of the tree fly, the fire will grow endlessly. The fire will illuminate the village and allow the new leaves to sprout again..."

So wait, shouldn't that mean more prepared Shinobi like himself should be on the frontlines? Nope. Well, what about if he took a page from the Senju and allowed his Sarutobi clan of 5,000 ninjas go to the front lines? Heck, I don't see little Asuma anywhere. His daddy probably has him eating dango sticks next to Kurenai. 

You'd think the old man would get the concept of the will of fire now, you know, given how his teacher Tobirama gave up his life for 5 Shinobi that couldn't measure up to one of him. He willingly gave up his life to protect them. Its like he's forgotten that the village was made so children wouldn't be sent to the frontlines. And here I am. For sure, if Tobirama was alive and standing in front of Hiruzen right now, he'd kill him.

To the left of me is the girl from earlier inside the tent; her name is Machi Komacine, but I call her birdnest or mochi most of the time. Because of her name being similar and her puffy cheeks. And her hair is more wild and untamed, like a bird's home. While occasionally very quiet, Mochi-chan was an overbearing and abrasive, sharp-tongued individual. She was very blunt and foul-mouthed towards her teammates. She wears a green tank top with a long-sleeved chainmail set underneath with tan shorts. With her hair being the most distintive trait about her as its pinkish purple, being extremely rare in Konoha.

Right next to Mochi-chan is Aoba Yamashiro, Aoba has a somewhat laid-back and jovial personality most of the time, often joking with others around him. He is also prone to panicking at times, but when the situation calls for it he is decisive, calm, and collected. Aoba wears his signature tinted glasses along with a black shirt with an orange, gear-like design around the collar with shinobi pants.

The Genin are then dismissed from the meeting, and those assigned to the first shift are told to wait at the gate once they've packed all their supplies. At the gate to the camp, I see my two teammates waiting to leave. I hurry over with a goofy smile on my face, waving to them. Not long after our chunin sensei Bekko-san arrives with a serious expression. Bekkō-sensei has spiky brown hair, dark eyes, and a broad, relatively flat nose. He wears the standard attire of the Konoha Shinobi, inclusive of a flack jacket and forehead protector, along with bandages around his wrists. With the man in his early thirties but looking well past his prime. 'An eternal chunin.'

With a serious look on his face, he says. "Alright, huddle up so I can explain the tactics for trench warfare. Even if things become extremely stressful, don't break formation and don't retreat. Anyone who deserts the battlefield will be named a traitor to Konoha and will be hunted down until they die." Turning to make sure he looks at each and everyone of us in the eye before continuing.

From our campsite we follow Bekko-sensei and a group of 50 more shinobi 30 kilometers going North-west from the land of fire and past the land of grass kusagakure as this is the site off where most of the war will take place.

We make it to our positions as a group of chunin already used thier jutsu to dig out this trench. Our group was stationed at a defensive trench dug out close to the enemy. With the pit dug about 12 feet deep and it stretehced for about 20 yards long. Wooden panels and floors were made to make it earier to move around and fight in a more consistant environment. With me being able to see a thin line of ninja wire infront of us to slow down the enemy. With me being told explosive tags were set up all around in front of us in what they called "No Man's Land."

By the more I heard where things were like the support trench and medical unit, I instinctual became more confident in our chances of succeeding. But as I was starting to think this I heard.

One of the chunin yelled out "Enemy Attack! Semper Supra!"

I look up and my eyes widen at the sight of it, a number of what seemed like a thousand kunai's attatched with explosive tags were hurled towards our group. I paniced not knowing what to do. Luckily my supervisors didn't because next I heard.

"Earth Release: Earth-Style Wall!" A chunin with an unremarkable appearance puts up a protective wall out of earth. Being about 20 feet high but not being more than 10 feet wide becuse of his flow amount of chakra reserves. Luckily other chunin step up and reinforce the barrier to sheild everyone. Bekko-sensei grabs us and we hug ourselves against the wall. He yells at us 

"Get a hold of yourselves or you really will die!" I look over to see that it wasn't just me as all three of us were deathly afraid.

"I won't always be around to protect you so stay light on your toes and observant of the situation and make quick decisions as hesitation works for the enemy!" It seems like this worked for a bit as we start to regain some confidence. And Bekko-sensei nods in silent approval as we all arm ourselves with kunai in hand.

But it seems like I was the only one to notice the explosive tags as in the next instance a thousannd explosive tags ring out in front of us and were pushed back. Bekko-sensei was the only one of our group able to react in time as he gets out the way quickly.

I try to get up as I gasp for air; all I can hear is the constant ringing in my ear. As I try and take a look around, my vision is blurry, as if my body is moving in slow motion. I push myself up onto all fours and pant deeply.

My body is covered in mud as my mind races. As I have trouble processing. What just happened?

I feel a prick of liquid reach into my eyes as I try and rub it out. Looking down, I notice its red hue. Oh yeah, this is blood. My blood.

That's right were fighiting right now. My vision starts going dark and I see them.

Fucking Stone ninja's, they somehow crossed our line and made this all for nothing attack on the border of Fire Country.

Looking to the right of me where Bekko-sensei was, he seemed to be in a kunai taijutsu fight with the enemy stone chunin. While to the left I could see my teammates along with a few other genin engaging in fight with a Rock chunin.