Author note: AF is going to be much darker and less cheerful in this story. Her name is Akula Hozuki, a half member of her clan, with her mother being a full blooded member, and her father an outsider
Time: Post 3rd World war
Without further ado, to the story

The mist in the hidden village obscured much of the sunlight that would have come down, hiding the downtrodden masses as they witnessed the battle above. On the rooftops, a few staggering bloodline limit users were being cut to ribbons, their lifeless bodies falling to the earth as their assailants leapt forward, charging violently as more and more bodies from both sides rained from the rooftops. Amongst the killers, a trio of teenagers had somehow waded though the bloodbath and stood at the forefront, their eyes dashing though the thick mist. The two males could be looked upon as twins, their snow white hair dancing alongside their blades, while the only female of the death squad moved behind them, covering their flanks with a short blade and throwing knives. As they reached the beach that would lead to the shore, one of the boys cursed, glaring at the wounded that had been left behind, yet still in his way. With a mighty slash, he neatly bisected a blind man, stabbing the corpse in his anger, while the other two went amongst the wounded, slitting throats and chopping off heads.

As the squad finally reached the ocean, a trio of boats could be seen the the distance, almost too far gone to chase. If they were allowed to escape, then their mission would be a failure, but the trio were ready, the boys leaping headfirst into the water, as the young woman summoned forth an aquatic dragon to give chase, her eyes cutting though the mist as she pulled out her own sword, a shorter katana that had remained hidden across her back.

Onboard the ship, sighs of relief could be heard as the last of the Village hidden in the Mist faded from memory, and the first rays of light dawned upon the tired survivors, some of whom embraced their children, others yelling out in joy. This would end as daybreak cut though the disguise of mist that their pursuers had been using. In a well syncronized attack, all three ships found themselves taking water, the two lesser guard ships dealing with massive sword slashes on their hulls, while the larg hospital ship in the centre found itself being crushed by the snake like body of a water dragon.

On the first guard ship, the crew found themselves cut to pieces, victims to a slashing blade and blasts of water. One of the last men, wearing armour sigifying a rebel, found a large blade protruding though his belly, before he was effortlessly tossed at the barricaded door that lead the the upper deck.

The door fell away easily, and the demon that walked though could hardly be considered human. There was a brief moment of silence, before a terrible wail could be heard.

"Beat you Man!" the boy on the other ship cheered, surrounded by corpses and drenched in the blood of his enemies. To this, the other boy, a few years older, unleashed a powerful wave of fog, to which only terrible, unholy screams escaped from. When the mist cleared, as quickly as it had begun, the ship was dead, and only the middle ship was left.

But that was a lie. The middle ship had fallen to pieces, the flood dragon having ripped open it's hull, the wounded drowning on their beds, before the few sailors above ground were picked off from a mix of poisoned daggers and a very hungry flood dragon.

With the mission accoplished, the death squad packed up, leaving the sinking ships and sea of corpses behind. Their hope had turned into oblivion.



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