Summary: His teammates' deaths led Kyoma fleeing to a new village, new life and a new goal.
Note: Be warned: this story is considerably dark… Note 2: I forgot to mention that the main character is supposed to be Midnight Blade. *sweatdrops*
Prologue - Kyoma FuujiThis was supposed to be a regular C-rank mission.
This was supposed to be a mission to meet up with some Konoha jounins. I didn’t know what business they had here, but I thought we’d be safe; no one knew the mountains like us Kumo ninjas. Surely even jounins wouldn’t attack us in our own country.
As the river waves quietly rippled down the mountain, I let my guard down. Walking along the edge of the riverbank, I closed my eyes and tried to calm my nervous self.
This was my first C-rank mission, and it was near the village. As a newly-minted genin, I probably wasn't ready for the consequences--but Lord Raikage apparently decided otherwise. He’d said I could handle it.
I failed to notice the unusual movement of the fog, nor the faint chakra signatures heading our way. I also noticed the heavy killing intent too late.Hiroto and Yukina, my newly-minted chuunin teammates, were relaxing in their own way.
Though I’m still not sure if relaxing meant trying to climb up the mountains without the use of chakra.
But I guess I took a liking to my new teammates Hiroto and Yukina. Although we hadn't taken a mission together before, they were fun and easygoing unlike most other people I met.
Their deaths weren’t the first I had ever witnessed.
Their deaths weren’t the last I ever witnessed, either. Life as a ninja guarantees this fact. We are cold-blooded killers after all. Even six-year-olds like me are included.
And all too often, those cold-blooded killers aren’t what they seem. Or who they seem. Like the Konoha jounins that showed up that day.
Hiroto had gone down, sliced to pieces by waves of silver swords. As Yukina and I rushed over to him, the cursed Konoha jounins lunged in for the kill. When the rogue ninjas stopped attacking him, a corpse was lying on the jagged rocks.
Yukina wasn’t six years old like me. She was a chunin, and at least 7 years older than me. However, it couldn’t prevent her from dodging all of the jounins’ attacks. The only thing she could do was shield me from the incoming swirl of blades. It reminded me of--for a brief moment--a mother trying to protect her child.
I stare at Hiroto’s body while catching the sharp scent of blood.
Finally, Yukina slumps over completely.
My teammates are gone. Their bodies are broken and splattered with blood. And soon, I’ll meet that fate too.
The * of rogue jounin ninja grin maniacally, as if they anticipate my death gleefully. Their headbands gleam, all showing scratched-out Konoha insignias. Their green vests stand out and shine like they haven’t been through wear.
SWISH!I lurch back at the sight just as they dive towards me.
I know I can’t beat them. I’m six and I can’t control my chakra properly. I only know a few jutsus, and they only consist of lightning and speed techniques.
The jounins seem slightly intimidated, waving their swords shakily. I can't help but notice the red liquid dripping off the blades.
Their blood is still fresh on the blades.
Oh god oh god oh god no...
I'm frozen stiff, unable to move a muscle.
I see red as my back explodes in shriveling pain.
THEYHAVEBLOODTHEYHAVEBLOODTHEYHAVEBLOODKILLKILL THEMKILL THEM ALL
I lose consciousness just as the scent of more blood travels to my nose. This post was last edited by MisakiFuuji at 2017-5-6 08:39