For the Love of Freedom Ch. 3 Pt. 1 (T-M for Violence)

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Naruto POV I growled lightly, Kurama's chakra bubbling inside me. He glanced at me with concern through his mask, saying nothing but his look was enough to convey his silent question. Nearly scoffing at his fake worry with boiling anger seething in my heart at his eyes, I answered him. "... I'll live." I curtly managed to say, looking away from him with a scowl on my face. I didn't miss the cold, calculated look adorning him face as I turned away, my heart wrenching in displeasure. We arrived at the Uchiha Compound, the metallic scent of blood hitting my sensitive nose full-force. I grimaced and suddenly wished that I didn't have to wear a mask, my nose throbbing in pain from the powerful scent that was caught in the confines of the plastic mask. We hopped onto the ground and stood up, our eyes filled with disbelief at the gruesome sight before us. Dead bodies were sprawled on the sides of the streets at every corner. Their blood ran in small rivers that trickled down the inclines, the red liquid pouring into the sewage. Ominous red clouds shrouded the previously illuminating crimson moon, the sky turning an inky black. The fearsome view made my blood race as an exhilarated feeling coursed through my veins, excitement making my stomach do flips.Beautiful. Simply fascinating. We stuck close to each other, constantly probing the area for any signs of life or movement. I flickered my eyes towards the supposed Kurama next to me. The mass of bodies were not our concern right now, as our primary target was Itachi, so we were set to ignore the amass for now. We'd deal with cleanup later. From the moment we'd received our mission, I knew something was fishy. Normally, for cases such as these, shinobi conduct called for a platoon or two of Anbu for high-profile cases, but only I and Kurama were sent. While we were, (I admit I am being a little prideful in saying so,) the manpower of seventeen troops combined. The Sarutobi Head wouldn't do something like this unless he fully believed that Itachi could kill me (Dream on, old man.) or if he wished to make a statement. I mulled over it, my eyes only skimping the environment, when I caught sight of a certain body. Walking over to the corpse, I turned it over and froze at the sight of it's face, the pieces of the puzzle suddenly coming together. It was Izumi Uchiha. She was the closest to Itachi, and though we had met on very few occasions, it was plain as day that the clan heir loved her more than anything, and it hit me.Oh (A)Kami, why did I have to be so nosy?Right on time, a kunai was whirled at us, slicing through the air like a sword to a vein. I quickly drew my blade, a silver colored (B)Tanto with a white hilt, bandages laid in a diamond formation to allow people to see the true black underneath. The sheath was also wrapped with white gauze, the blunt end and opening being black like the hilt of the actual blade. On the inside, if one grabbed the sheath and looked closely, they could see the engraving of the sword's first owner. However, it was scratched and worn, hard for even the keenest eyes to read. It would take trained vision to comprehend the hieroglyphs without being given a hint. With a single flick of my arm, my tanto deflected the kunai with ease, the iron throwing knife landing on the floor with a loud 'clang!' However, the assault was not over. A (C)Tsunami of (D)Shuriken and kunai hailed towards the two of us, glinting in the slight moonlight. Kurama scoffed and smirked, a *y look being etched on his face. The Fox Anbu placed two of his fingers from each hand, the middle and the pointer, together to make an X form. "(E)Kai!!" He shouted, a small black ball becoming visible from inside of his stomach, then expanding in a few mere seconds as it pushed all of the deadly weapons away by the red and orange chakra in a shock-wave.I tsk'd as my partner did so, and made a few hand signs as a small earthen dome quickly surrounded me before I could get hit by the blast. What kind of idiot was he, to make this much of a ruckus in a secret operation?! When the inferno of energy passed over my makeshift shelter, the dirt and gravel surrounding the shield had melted to white-hot liquid from the intense heat of the raw energy. I frowned under my mask and furrowed my eyebrows. The fool knew no finesse nor the property damage he was causing. On the bright side, he'd get scolded it'd cost the old coot a fortune to rebuild the area. Were me thoughts petty and immature? Yes, but did I care?Not a bit."Ever the show-off, aren't you?" I grumbled to the (F)Kitsune Anbu who responded with a nervous chuckle and a small scratching notion on his head.