06-05-2018, 09:50 PM
The child refugee couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
A plume of smoke, a wooden log, and a cleverly crafted guise later, the shinobi emerges victorious. He saves his comrades, thwarts the villain, and wins the day. Or at least, that’s how it’s supposed to happen.
Kuzuru’s chest had been pierced straight through, leaving a walnut sized hole through his left pectoral muscle. To his credit though, the demon was already stirring, though at an elderly’s pace. The blast had obviously taken quite a toll on him
Bleeding profusely, Sasuke’s shoulder was a gruesome mess of mangled tendons, joints, and flesh. Clutching at the wound with his only remaining hand, the shinobi felt a tremendous agony and fought an internal battle to remain conscious. Pain the likes of which he had only ever experienced once, in that mad man’s blood bath, in Dante’s Abyss.
An image of the shinobi’s visage flashed in his mind: beaten and battered, bloodied and crippled, and with the shinobi’s headband of the leaf festooned to his brow as an eyepatch. Even then, he hadn’t quit. “Move, your ass.”
With knees trenched in a pool of his own blood, the shinobi stirred, reached for a slip of chakra paper, greeted his teeth from the pain, and managed to retrieve it. Displacing the pain, the shinobi focused. Concentrating, he charged a minute amount of chakra, crafted a diluted paper bomb, and placed it to his injury. “Move you piece of shit.” the shinobi grunted, “On your ass!”
“Hey!” the dwarf shouted and mounted the rifle’s sights on Sasuke, “What do you think you are doing?!” but it was too late. The paper bomb ignited all the same, creating a moment of chaos, and cauterizing the ninja’s wound in one fell blast.
“NOW!” the Uchiha screamed as he rose from the smoke with Kusanagi equipped in his only hand. A beat later, Steel clashed with flesh and bone, and the hunter became the hunted, as well as headless.
“Look out!” the boy shouted, alerting of a surprise attack, but by the time Sasuke turned around, the advancing alien had already lost his head.
Literally. When alien’s lifeless body fell, the image of Kuzuru was standing in his place. “Bastard,” the demon said, thrusting his finger into the wound so that it protruded on the other side, “look at this shit. Got me straight through.”
“Yea, well,” the shinobi said as he placed Kusangi to the ground to steady himself, “I’d give you a hand but…”
A plume of smoke, a wooden log, and a cleverly crafted guise later, the shinobi emerges victorious. He saves his comrades, thwarts the villain, and wins the day. Or at least, that’s how it’s supposed to happen.
Kuzuru’s chest had been pierced straight through, leaving a walnut sized hole through his left pectoral muscle. To his credit though, the demon was already stirring, though at an elderly’s pace. The blast had obviously taken quite a toll on him
Bleeding profusely, Sasuke’s shoulder was a gruesome mess of mangled tendons, joints, and flesh. Clutching at the wound with his only remaining hand, the shinobi felt a tremendous agony and fought an internal battle to remain conscious. Pain the likes of which he had only ever experienced once, in that mad man’s blood bath, in Dante’s Abyss.
An image of the shinobi’s visage flashed in his mind: beaten and battered, bloodied and crippled, and with the shinobi’s headband of the leaf festooned to his brow as an eyepatch. Even then, he hadn’t quit. “Move, your ass.”
With knees trenched in a pool of his own blood, the shinobi stirred, reached for a slip of chakra paper, greeted his teeth from the pain, and managed to retrieve it. Displacing the pain, the shinobi focused. Concentrating, he charged a minute amount of chakra, crafted a diluted paper bomb, and placed it to his injury. “Move you piece of shit.” the shinobi grunted, “On your ass!”
“Hey!” the dwarf shouted and mounted the rifle’s sights on Sasuke, “What do you think you are doing?!” but it was too late. The paper bomb ignited all the same, creating a moment of chaos, and cauterizing the ninja’s wound in one fell blast.
“NOW!” the Uchiha screamed as he rose from the smoke with Kusanagi equipped in his only hand. A beat later, Steel clashed with flesh and bone, and the hunter became the hunted, as well as headless.
“Look out!” the boy shouted, alerting of a surprise attack, but by the time Sasuke turned around, the advancing alien had already lost his head.
Literally. When alien’s lifeless body fell, the image of Kuzuru was standing in his place. “Bastard,” the demon said, thrusting his finger into the wound so that it protruded on the other side, “look at this shit. Got me straight through.”
“Yea, well,” the shinobi said as he placed Kusangi to the ground to steady himself, “I’d give you a hand but…”
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