Chapter 1

"What is blood shed for?

To live, whether for yourself, someone else, or country?

What does it taste like?

From your arm, or from your blade?

What does it smell like?

What does it feel like?

Why is it red?

Why is it here?

(part 1)

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Immediately Northour jumped back from the heavy enforced swing from his opponent. As it swung in front of him, all he could focus on was the flash of white seen from the amazingly feared legendary weapon. To believe that retched men were the ones that held the most untold power was astonishing to him. Any other person going against such a weapon would find more fear in the man welding it than the weapon itself. Of course sense the blade itself is wrapped in bandages from bottom to top like a large mummy, anyone unfamiliar with it would be clueless to what lies behind the bandages, but you know what they always say "ignorance is bliss". For behind those bandages lie the skin of a ocean demon, behind those bandages lies a blue threat, to know that such a thing is behind there reeks havoc on his chances, mental focus, and his concentration. Another swing came before he could even throw any distance out, and he raised his katana in a last desperate move to block the attack.

Now there it stood in the forest, A man of blue skin and A man of white skin. One with an evil grin on his face, and small ocean deep eyes glaring with blood lust. Another with dark immature purple eyes of innocence, and a face of grimace and agony. One with a long black robe, swaying with blood stained clouds giving off the animation of moving from the wind. Another with black leather armor and leggings, boots, and a resolved image that gives nothing close to as much Art. One with spiked hair, defying gravity in an attempt to rise further. Another with black hair that flowed down his strained back. Both stood in the forest, both had beating and bleeding hearts, both had their own reason to live for now. The man in the robe began to grin even wider, showing his amusement in the situation as he firmed his foot further and pulled his blade as he saw his aim. The blade pulled and slid against the shoulder immediately ripping part of the bandages off, and skewing skin and blood everywhere on the ground and on Northour's body. Northour began to scream as he dropped his katana to clench his shoulder in agony and pain. Northour had never exsperienced pain before like this, it wasn't long before he continued to grasp his shoulder and black out onto the ground. Kisame grinned further and further and spoke softly "Your nothing more than a guppy, aren't you?"