It was summer, there was a soft breeze and the sun beated down on my face.
"What a great day to demolish the earth just that much more?"Kyuubi thought to himhelf. He was no other than the Prince of Death in the demon realm. He cared for no one and nothing. He never has. His soul itself was stained in the blood of his victims.
A few days ago he had left his own army to fight alone. He was done being drug down by the tiny denons that called themselves warriors.
Eventually on his journey randomly throught the forest he stumbled apon a river. He found a tree near by to rest apon.
"Ill only nap for a few hours." He layed his sword next to him still in arms reach. He layed under the tree and drifted asleep with the sounds of the river.