Kyojiro stood with the others in line, his fiery hair standing out amongst the crowd.
His focused gaze was fixed on the Jonin overlooking them. Currently, he was standing with the rest of the attack squad while the Jonin oversaw them all.
The head Jonin spoke — his face covered in scars, his body huge and muscular. "Shinobi, is the attack plan clear?"
Kyojiro, along with the rest of the shinobi, shouted, "Yes, sir!" Their voices were loud enough to make the birds fly in fear.
The head Jonin nodded. "Good," his voice booming in the air. "Then, let's move and reclaim our land!"
"Yes, sir!" loud shouts echoed all across the area....SWOOSH
SWOOSH
The air hit Kyojiro with a speed unlike any other. His feet touched the sturdy branches beneath him, his eyes darting around as he followed in the footsteps of the ninja ahead.
The whole squad was moving through the jungles of Konoha. He looked to his right only to find a man similar in age to him.
The man's youthful face had rough marks and a faint beard fitting for a fifteen-year-old. Yet somehow, Kyojiro could tell he was a free spirit.
"You think we'll survive this?" Kyojiro suddenly heard the man speak. The man turned toward him with a smile.
Kyojiro merely nodded, a small smile gracing his face. "I believe we will"... or at least that's what he thought.
Konoha was already a strong nation, and from Kyojiro's knowledge, Konoha had also won the Third Great Ninja War.
It only seemed logical that they would start with a solid win.
The man merely shrugged. "Sure, hope so," he said carefreely, sizing Kyojiro up before whispering, "How Chunin are you, you know? Beginner-ish or, like, elite?"
Kyojiro replied, his voice low. While talking wasn't prohibited, it wasn't exactly expected of future ninjas to have a conversation on such an important mission. "Mid-level, I would say. Nothing too great… nothing too easy."
His fiery hair swung in the wind, his forehead protector gleaming proudly.
The man nodded. "Well, I basically just became Chunin. Don't really think I'll do all that well in the battlefield… any advice?" His voice was sincere.
Kyojiro nodded. For a new Chunin… the battlefield must be the worst starting ground. He spoke wisely, "Stick to your strength. There will always be someone out there who's good at their own thing." He pointed to his katana. "The point of battle is to make sure the fighting happens in yours." A small smile lingered on his face.
The man nodded hesitantly. "That… well, damn. I'll stick to Ninjutsu then, I guess," he said, his mood suddenly turning jolly.
He turned toward Kyojiro with a grin. "Thank you so much, man. The name's Kushiro — the future Hokage, you know."
Kyojiro couldn't help but laugh at the sudden optimism of the guy. He wasn't a dream crusher anyway, so he muttered, "Survive this one, and then we'll talk, alright?"
He continued after a pause. "The name's Kyojiro."
The two couldn't help but nod at one another — a simple camaraderie forming between two soldiers marching to war....SWOOSH
Wind flowed through the area with a burning sensation — the air smelled rough. The trees surrounding the camp had already been scarred or damaged.
The head Iwa Jonin looked at the camp, his eyes sharpening as he observed the reconstruction of the walls. They had tried to salvage the original structure of the Leaf, but the damage had already been done.
The post towers were broken, the walls burned and destroyed.
Finally so close to finishing, the head Iwa Jonin thought. After the reinforcements come, we won't have to stay on guard like this.
However, unlike his wish, reality worked differently.
SWOOSH
SWOOSH
His eyes widened as he saw fireballs coming from the other end of the wall. He immediately sprung into action. "Everybody—defend! Enemy forces have arrived!"
His soldiers moved into formation, their kunai ready, their eyes darting from one end to another.
BOOM
The left and right ends of the wall burst open without warning. Wood splintered outward as dust rose in plumes.
The Iwa ninja clenched their kunai tighter and waited for the enemy.
One Iwa ninja gulped, sweat forming between his brows. He looked up—only to be horrified. "Everybody, up!" he shouted, his voice cracking.
A huge volley of shuriken was rising from the right.
SWEEP
SWEEP
The Iwa didn't delay their defense. Hands blurred in perfect synchronization as earth walls rose up — their integrity solid.
BOOM
BOOM
Impacts resounded against the walls, but unlike what Iwa expected, Konoha didn't stop.
From the left, shinobi entered the fray. All the Fire Style ninjas took the front, their hands blurring through signs.
A simple Fire Jutsu — yet when done by twelve in a row, it became a flamethrower of death.
WHOOSH
Small waves of fire interlocked with one another, their heat rising until it burned the skin of those closest. The air smelled charred and thick.
The Iwa gritted their teeth as their head Jonin turned around, shouting for an Earth Wall.
Despite their quick moves, the Earth Wall was a bit too late. The flimsy structure of dust and gravel broke apart in a massive explosion.
BOOM
Those closest were flung away, shrapnel piercing their chests — the unlucky ones died on impact.
Yet Konoha wasn't done at all.
Kyojiro stood with the Fire Jutsu squad, his eyes widening at the sheer damage their combined technique had caused. I should've used my breathing technique… it would've been so much more impactful.
His eyes sharpened as he looked at the chaotic defense, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he remembered the orders of his commander.
Turning to his right, he looked at Kushiro. "Wind Style."
Kushiro nodded back, his body coursing with excitement.
Ten Fire Style shinobi and five Wind Style stood in formation.
That's when Iwa realized… they made a mistake messing with Konoha.
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