4 The Shinobi World
"Brother, hold on just a little longer. I already released the signal, the Medical-nin should be coming soon!" said a young shinobi in grey battle armor with a desperate tone. Shiku Nara didn't dare letting his bloodshot and tired eyes dart away from his brother's wound, he was using all his minute knowledge about medical treatment to slow the bleeding, it sadly didn't stop its flow and soaked the ground around the two, his body grew colder and colder, he teetered on the edge of death.
Just as the young man was trying to slow his brother's bleeding, a sword glowing with blue chakra suddenly slashed from behind without warning.
*Spurt!*
"Huh?.. Why...is...my brother...spinning...?
His vision was slowly twisting before it darkened completely. His head flew up and rolled down faraway while blood was still spurting from the neck.
A young shinobi in black battle armor stood behind the headless body of Shiku Nara with a bloody Ninjatō in his hand and a similarly bloody face, he finished off the already half dead brother and said with a hint of disdain: "Tsk..so much for the well known intelligence of Nara clan..getting distracted in the middle of the battle"
He quickly left to support his clan members in the battle. This type of scene was too common in battlefields, especially in large scale wars like this one.
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In a village surrounded by hills and forests which were usually full of vibrant life, a battlefield for shinobis and hell for the residents formed here.
The ground was charred, smoke was rising from the excessive use of fire justus, the rotting smell of burnt bodies permeated the village, the houses were demolished by air and earth Jutsus and the pitiful villagers that were still alive in this battlefield were screaming in agony.
In this purgatory of a battlefield, two medium groups of shinobi were battling it out with each other. Exhaustion was painted on their grimy faces, they were using all kinds of weapons and Jutsus. It seemed that most of these shinobis were strikingly young with the exception of one or two middle aged ninjas.
One of these two groups were wearing yellow battle armor in which a clan symbol was drawn, in addition, they were sharing the same features, black eyes and dark hair which was tied up into a spiky ponytail. They were the Nara clan who were well known for their ability to manipulate shadow through use of Yin release and their high intelligence and innate scheming talent.
The other group of shinobi wore black battle armor which was also marked by their unique clan symbol, and most of them held Ninjatō in their hands, with dark eyes and dark brown hair. They were the renowned Shimura clan who were well known for their Bukijutsu and Wind release.
A Shimura ninja broke the silent tension by doing a flurry of hand signs, he was gathering the last of his chakra:
[Wind Release: Air Bullet]
The air before him spiralled into a pointy compressed bullet shape, and shot instantly towards the nearest Nara ninja.
The Nara shinobi reacted fast enough to dodge just as it came near him. It went past his ear and hit an unfortunate surviving villager in the head.
*Splatter!*
The villager's head bursted without resistance from the bullet, brain matter and blood splattered all over the place. The two Shinobi's ignored the disturbance around and continued their fight. They were used to horrific scenery like this. When shinobi clans fought, the settlements around the battlefields always suffered.
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From afar, Ashiba looked at all of this scenery. His village that has been ravaged, the villagers whose body parts could be found scattered all over the place, the shinobi's that continued to fight without caring about the collateral damage their conflict was causing. It was almost as if they belonged in another world compared to others.
Ashiba couldn't help but tremble, his whole body was shaking, his eyes almost couldn't contain the red glow from his eyes. He was not trembling with anger and sadness at the deaths of the villagers or the destruction of his home nor was he shaking in fear of the powers of the shinobis. No..those weak creatures weren't worthy enough for him to show those emotions, tools don't deserve his emotions after all.
He was trembling because of the excitement of fighting these strong opponents in front of him, because of the powers he saw. He was shaking because of the desire deep in his blood to fight them! Break them! and then kill them!.
He almost couldn't contain this primal desire of his, but he endured the urge to go fight and sock his fingers in the scalps of those shinobi. Because he knew he was weak, far from being able to go toe to toe with them let alone destroy them.
But he knew it won't be long before he can fulfill his desire to fight and taste the blood of these opponents who he can't seem to touch today.
Looking at the scenery in front of him he couldn't help but laugh in delight: "Hahaha ha..so this is the shinobi world. Wonderful...much better than what I imagined!"
But just as Ashiba was inflamed in his excitement of the new world he had discovered, a voice pulled him out of it.
"I finally found you"
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