I just found some drabbles from the time I was challenging myself to write pieces of only a hundred words, and a few of them are pretty good, so up they go.
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Prompt Three - Killing
Killing was the most inelegant thing Danzo had ever seen. Unlike the graceful, uninterrupted katas, or even the dance-like movements that sparring could become - in battle, killing was messy.
Pushing, shoving, battering, the ugly sounds of snapped bones and ripped flesh, and ear-shattering screeches and screams until Danzo wanted, idiotically, to shout at the enemy shut up.
He rolled up his bedroll neatly, matching every corner, and evenings, he sat with his hands over his ears, listening to the silence. Tobirama-sensei watched him with worried eyes, and Danzo clenched his teeth and looked away.
He wouldn't break. He wouldn't.
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