The White Flame jumped back from his opponent. His opponent, the feared Black Wing, wiped the blood off his blade on a nearby tree trunk. "The blood of your kind does not deserve to be a stain on my sword," he said, as the blade was raised to block an attack from the Flame.
"At least I follow my bushidō. I have not turned once on my daimyō. I have not become rōnin," the Flame said. "I would kill by the dark then become like you."
The Black Wing raised his sword, his hair flailing around in the wind, as the dying sun shined off his sword. The light reflected off his sword to the White Flame's sword, the beam of light reflecting off the polished steel of the katanas. The beauty of the moment was torn asunder by the scream of the Black Wing as the second sword sliced his arm, the blood falling in droplets, hitting the ground in splashes of red. The screams increased as the katana bore through his flesh and blood, digging through layers of muscle piercing his lung. With pain written in his movement, the Black Wing inched his sword forward to strike the wakizashi of the White Flame .
A flurry of leaves surrounded the Black Wing. Realizing his mistake, he took both his swords and swung them around, close to his body, the movements gushing out more blood. The leaves began to fall down, and his breathing became heavier more forced. His body arched forward as the White Flame plunged a sword toward his heart. The Black Wing swung his sword to block it.
A blinding fury erupted in the forest, as the two legendary samurai fought. Each swung his katana, finding it blocked, then swung his wakizashi. A cycle of sword fight. Never ending. The tale of Black Wing and White Flame. The tale of Sasuke Uchiha, the White Flame, and Naruto Uzumaki, the Black Wing.
A/N What do you think? A ronin Naruto and a heroic Sasuke. Both of them Samurais. I'm wondering if I should make this into a full story. Any thoughts?
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