Vitriol
A/N; This is the revised prologue of the story. Please read and let me know what you think. Any suggestions/opinions/grammatical and spelling mistakes (which I'm sure you will find many of, unfortunately);
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Disclaimer; I do not own Naruto. All credits to Masashi Kishimoto.
Prologue
She was drenched to the skin. Cold and shivering, the rain pounded down hard on her body, like a bombshell, as if punishing her for her folly. She gritted her teeth and ignored the taste of blood on her mouth. She knew what she had to do—she also knew the consequences for she had memorised that part,
"Fatigue ... immobility ... perhaps unconsciousness."
But this was her foible; her rigorous, almost niggling way of thinking. The time had come for her to be spontaneous. After all, she had nothing to lose. Already, she had failed, the upshot of which had been the capture of her comrades. The worst that could happen was that she would be captured too. Surely, it was a better prospect than returning alone and announcing her failure.
With that thought, she bended and twisted her hands into the complex signs she had spent hours memorising, sometimes even living on a diet of sleepless nights to do so. And yet, here was another hitch on her part; she had practised this jutsu only once in her life before, but it's effect had lasted a meagre hour instead of the official three hours Tsunade had promised. She hadn't mastered this ability. However there was no time to dwell on that matter. If she wished to save her comrades, this was her only chance.
Nonetheless, it was only after she felt the familiar rush of adrenaline sweep within her- burning her insides; an inferno, resulting in an energy that she had experienced only once before that scorched the very tips of her fingers and toes and made her, supposedly, invincible— that her worries were swept away.
A/N; As you are most likely, already aware, i made this jutsu up. Duh!
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