It was mid morning when the war party returned to the capital, three more, yet one less. With a wave of her hand, Akula dismissed the remaining five members, and with a bowed head and empty, broken heart, went to see the Mizukage.

The office was clean, yet messy, the unpainted concrete walls covered in maps of the world and of Kiri, the lone window shut, the face of the child like kage blank as the assassin entered, her face ashen as she waiting for him to speak.

The two sat silently in the room for several minutes, the kage scribbling his signature on do*ents, followed by the sound of his stamp.

Stamp

Stamp

Stamp

Finally, in a deep voice, Yagura spoke. "Mangetsu was to be the leader of your raiding party, yet by the look on your face, I assume he is dead."

"Correct," she replied, not daring to meet his eyes. "The details are in the report."

"I don't need it," he replied, "My spies have reported that Iwa is now facing large scale famine. A thousand yards of their most fertile ground drowned in salt water, never to nourish another soul, and a thousand gallons of water that will not be used to nourish their people."

He paused for a moment. "Well done."

Akula closed her eyes for a moment, waiting for him to continue. "Excellent job on the little village as well, reports state that over two hundred met their ends in the most horrific manners possible."

At this, he finally looked up, Akula feeling her body go cold at his gaze.

"Look into my eyes," he ordered, the chair he sat in giving a shrill squeak when he rolled it back, standing.

Slowly, Akula met his eyes, but the man she knew to be the kage was not there, a ghostly shadow of a man much taller than the rather... short kage becoming material, his body twisting from the shadows, becoming flesh and blood, finally forming behind the chair of the kage.

"Who the hell are you?" Akula managed to snarl as she drew a hidden kunai from her back, preparing herself in a defensive posture, her eyes watching the man behind the chair, a masked figure who seemed to have only a single eye, one that flashed with amu*t.

All of a sudden, she was no longer in the kage's office, but back at home, her clansmen lined up, men, women, children, all on their knees, blindfolded, their visible faces contorted with hate, their limbs tied behind their backs, yet all armed to the teeth.

"What the?" Akula managed before the scene unfolded.

One by one, the members leapt forward, their limbs possessed by beserker rage, some grabbing weapons, others using their bare hands, turning mindlessly upon their fellow clan members. Limbs fell, the owners unfazed, heads rolled, yet the dead simply fell to the ground, forgotten in the din of battle.

It was a full hour before the last man stood, her grandfather, a fellow warrior with the second Mizukage, his arms raised into the sky, and as a cue, the lifeless bodies rising, dismembered limbs turning into water, which redacted back to their owners, the spilled blood disappearing as some members began to empty pails of water upon the blood, with the unholy mixture sinking into the gutters.

"You clan has been overtaken by demons, child." The Mizukage explained. "This man was fortunate in being able to see the event occur. He hunts demons for a living, if you must know."

"Very true." The man replied, his voice chilled as he stepped forward, his eye watching the woman before him. "Your next order is to purge the land of these demons, and in turn, the entire world."


"In the meantime," the man stated, "I will have you seek out a blacksmith in the ba*t of this building, who should have finished his work now."

"You are dismissed," The Mizukage finished, as the man slipped into shadow, leaving Akula to head down into the blacksmith.


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