BOOM
SLASH
"Arghh"
"Die!"
Multiple shouts and sounds rang across the battlefield. The air smelled of fire and earth, like someone had just mixed gravel with smoky hot charcoal.
Ninjas fought like animals in a frenzy. Spouts of water, fire, and earth were thrown at one another. Some had jutsu that could strengthen the body while others stuck with the basics—shuriken and kunai.
The head Iwa Jonin, meanwhile, tried to survive in this chaos.
His body was riddled with injuries. He had two kunai sticking in his gut, and despite being an elite Jonin, he knew he didn't have long.
He looked at the two ninjas opposite him—Jonin of Konoha, their faces proud, a smile etched on their skin.
Yet the head Iwa Jonin couldn't help but sigh; the result was clear in his mind: 'We will lose.' His knees weakened; his eyes drooped.
They had been caught off-guard. The enemies were too synchronized and prepared, just like when they had attacked.
After two failed defenses and Konoha's close-range assault, he knew they had failed. 'If only they had arrived tomorrow... our forces would have increased by tonight,' he thought, looking at the scorching sun above him.
The reality was clear as day, yet his blood boiled every time he looked at their smirks. 'These bastards.' A plan formed in his head. 'If we must die... we will take all your talent with us.'
He looked toward his right-hand man, a Jonin who himself was trying to help him. "Go... and kill off their hatchlings," his voice rang out—gruff and absolute.
The Jonin stood conflicted for a second. He knew if he went, his senior would die; yet he steeled himself.
In war, everything was necessary.
And Iwa... they wanted the blood of Konoha on their hands....
Kyojiro looked toward the incapacitated ninja in front of him. "I doubt you will be able to fight?" The question was merely rhetorical.
Picking him up, he spoke in an amused tone, "For now, just keep yourself safe."His legs pulsed with strength.
He immediately moved off the battlefield—his speed letting him exit the area in seconds.
Laying the man down beside a tree, he spoke with certainty, "After this is over, I will send healers for you, all right?"
He stood up, ready to move, but before he could, he heard the weak voice of the man.
"Thank you... so much," his arms trembled as he reached up.
Kyojiro couldn't help but nod, grasping the hand in a firm handshake. "You would have done the same for me, my friend," his voice bold and direct.
The man let out a weak smile. "Name... your name?"
Kyojiro took two steps back, a small smile on his face. "Kyojiro... Uchiha."
He saw the man's eyes widen, but in the very next blink he disappeared—moving toward the battlefield with renewed urgency....
The moment he reached the battlefield, his ears twitched. Screams echoed in his ears; his eyes darted, trying to overlook the chaos. There was too much in front of him—different ninjas clashing against one another.
The sound of water rushing through the air, the sizzle of droplets, the blasts of heat. Yet the answer came into focus.
A man, perhaps in his early forties, stood in the middle of the ground, his face clenched in an unknown fury.
In his hands were the crushed skulls of Konoha ninjas.
Kyojiro couldn't help but widen his eyes. 'A Jonin.' It was common knowledge that Jonin were to be fought against Jonin. Yet it seemed something had gone wrong.
The man vanished in a second before appearing behind another Konoha ninja.
Kyojiro's stomach dropped as he recognized the man within a second.
Kushiro—the very same young ninja he had talked to at the start.His legs moved in a rush; the ground broke apart beneath him.
SWOOSH
His face scrunched in worry as he tried to move as fast as he could. However, unlike before, he wasn't against some slow chunin.
There was a reason Jonin were feared among the ninjas.
The man's arms moved with untouched ferocity. Kushiro didn't even have a chance—he was lifted by the man's hand.
The very next second, the man tore the arm off without a sliver of mercy.
Kyojiro's heart pained as he heard the scream. He saw it all- the blood, the trembling arms, the way Kushiro's optimistic face had converted into one of pain and misery.
And something old coursed within him once more.
Seeing that terrified and scared face, Kyojiro was reminded of himself—the day he had hidden while Kiri ninja tortured his teammates.
Air moved into his lungs, his organs expanding to their limits. His vessels pained from the new load; however, it was necessary.
Kyojiro moved like a flash of fire. Before the man could crush Kushiro's head, something hard and fast hit his back.
A punch landed exactly behind him, bringing shockwaves through the area. The man was flung away, leaving Kushiro trembling and screaming without an arm.
Kyojiro couldn't help but turn toward him. "Kushiro, run and use these." He threw his pills—the chakra and basic recovery pills—toward the man. "Run... now!" he shouted with urgency.
He could tell the Jonin had gotten up—surprised but definitely not that injured. 'How?' Kyojiro didn't know anyone until now who could take his full strength and not go down.
The very next moment they locked eyes.
SWOOSH
Both moved toward one another in a flash. Their hands met mid-air in a contest of strength.
Kyojiro's eyes widened as he noticed the earth armor covering the man's fist, yet the Uchiha didn't stop. He pushed himself harder; their arms met in the middle.
BOOM
Huge shockwaves rang through the area. The lesser ninjas ran away despite their individual battles.
Nobody wished to turn into paste in a battle of Jonin.
Both were flung away by the force, twisted in the air before landing with their hands digging into the ground.
THUMP
THUMP
Kyojiro clenched his jaw. He remembered what the man had done to Kushiro. Fury coursed through his very being.. 'Today...' He brought up his katana. 'You die.'
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