Revenge of the Broken
Prologue:
No-one told me I'd be next. Everyone else, they got warnings. But not me. No-one told me. But, I should have expected it. My name was Tonshi, which meant sudden death. I turned over on my back, wincing at the pain. My entire face was bloody and my left leg was shattered. If only I'd known. I was the last of my clan, who were one by one killed. Whoever would be able to kill us all and survive, I wouldn't know who. But, with the last of my strength, I would be able to do a secret technique that was taught to me by my village's elders. I would be able to hunt him down, even after death. My body would decay, but my spirit would live on. I would have to find someone, learn to trust them, and then get them to help me, if that was even possible. But that person, that person that killed my clan, would die. I slammed my hands together and channeled some unknown energy, not chakra, through my body. Then, suddenly, I was looking down at myself. Almost abruptly, I saw the person laying on the ground turn into sand. Goodbye, I thought to myself.