Wolves in Wonderland

The cancerous sun, the cankerous heat and the cantankerous cold are heart-haunting. Everything in this God-forsaken place is either wicked and warped or blasted and burned. Who ever heard of an environment with such devilish names living in it? The flora has chain fruit and ironwood listed in its catalogue of heartless plants. The fauna has vultures circling over you by day and vampire bats dive-bombing you at night. There is no siren call of the sea here. There is just a vast, mournful pan of emptiness where anything sentient resents anything else that’s alive. Satan’s sauna is what many call it. Deep inside the Land of Wind, a place where no town nor village was in site, at the hottest point in the day, the sun was blazing at 51.7°C.

In the Devil's playground wandered a man who towered over most. His height and defined body would grasp anyone's attention; especially a females. His unique red-hair seemed to glow as it reflected the sun's light. Regardless of his age, youthfulness would continue to blossom due to his genetics. Only a single drop of sweat would roll down his face, for this land was nothing more than energy flowing into him. The sun's massive heat would only awaken his Uchiha soul, boiling his blood. Despite his quite "heroic" features, this man is not famous nor well-liked. His infamous titles brought fear to many, as he had his name in every bingo book. The Soul Slayer travelled across this unpleasant place, in search of one man.

"In the midst of all the chaos, an unpleasant place such as this, is one of the most beautiful things the world has to offer. A sight with no shinobi is nothing less than a glorious sight to see." he spoke, having his footsteps being erased by the desert's breath. With his cigarette finally burning out, two divine spirits would emerge, both taking an appearance that would not compliment their strength. "As I child I thought it would be a smart idea to make you visually more pleasant, but now you simply look dumb, Death." he uttered, insulting the God of Death to pass the time.

"HAHAH, omg Shenny-kun. Are you high. You've never been one to insult us or even create conversation with us for that matter and now you're joking with us. What has gotten into you." the tree spirit said, taking the form of a young female child, to appear innocent. "Such an appearance is only visible to your eyes. If anyone else could possibly see me, they'd react the same way you did not to many years ago. What did you do again, oh yeah, you basically shit your pants." the Shinigami responded, knowing more about the Uzumaki than anyone else. He continued "Now I'm guessing you did not come all this way just for a stroll."

Ignoring the Shinigami's remark on his past, Shenron replied to his curiousity. "Do you guys get pleasure in asking me such pointless questions. You with me 24/7 and you hear my thoughts and my conversations. You know exactly why I'm here"