It was a game of Chess. He was the King and without breaking a sweat he had destroyed the Stealth; a pawn. He had bigger fish to fry. "Maybe the Magma. They have close relations with those weak little Stealth ninja, if they can even call themselves ninja to begin with." Micah was planning the next attack. The peace had finally been broken thanks to him and him alone. He had four options. The Magma, the Storm, the Crested, and the Death. Where it would be wise to go against the Storm due to their smaller numbers, their element could easily destroy the Snow. The Death would be a good pick. They had just gotten out of a crisis with the Akatsuki. The Crested would be an attack more out of revenge. With his father leading it would be personal. "But the Magma." He moved a single chess piece. "Twice they've been attacked, a third would be like taking candy from a baby. Check Mate." Rising from his seat he went out into the village. He had to see how his villagers were doing. Micah did not care anymore for his village. He was power hungry and anyone who chose to stand against him would be either killed or permanently removed from the village. He was in charge! His word was everything! Micah was in search of a secret army. A gang of Shinobi would stand by his side no matter what happened. He needed someone to trust. Then he could make his next move without fear of being overthrown.