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Horus was not having a very nice day.
He released another coughing fit. Blood spattered all over the ground, and his vision is blurring. He is on his knees, and he looked like he could collapse any moment. His body is laced with multiple cuts and burns, but his most prominent wound is the giant hole in his chest. The damnable liquid poured out of the wound like a fountain, and it isn't stopping anytime soon.
"Damn… it…"
Bodies are strewn all across the Hidden Sound Village. Men, women, and even children are falling left and right. The ruthless invading army raped and slaughtered anything in the village. No one, not even the infants, was spared.
"No…" This wasn't supposed to happen! I can't die like this!
Horus tried to stand up, but he couldn't move a single muscle. He just fell forward flat on his face and hopelessly struggled to pick himself up. He grudgingly accepted his fate and embraced the darkness.
In the Root Headquarters
Danzo is a very interesting individual.
He is a slightly scrawny man standing at a decent height of 5'10'', but most people know better than to cross him. He is the supreme commander of a special division of Anbu, Root. He never displays any emotion, yet today, something was off.
"What happened? Is he dead yet?" He gritted through clenched teeth. He was beside himself in rage, and the tension was clearly evident in his voice.
"I—I don't know, sir," the ninja scout fearfully stuttered. He was probably pissing in his pants right now, because nobody has lived to see Danzo get this angry.
"Leave." The trembling Root ninja promptly left to escape Danzo's wrath. Fortunately, Danzo had already shifted into deep thought. He was thinking about one man, one who could potentially turn his ninja career upside down.
"Horus…" That bastard!
All that was on his mind was his former subordinate, Horus. He was born with nothing—no family and no chakra—yet he has become an Anbu commander at only 14. What feared Danzo the most was his tactical genius, which put the intellect of both Shikaku, the head of the Nara clan, and Itachi Uchiha, the head of the almost nonexistent Uchiha clan, to shame.
To say that he is able to do more with less is a understatement; he was able to defeat the Hidden Sound's army with an observational brigade of only 50 men! Those men were sent as a buffer to weaken the Sound ninja, so that Danzo could wipe them out with his army. However, Danzo did not expect the commander to take absolute control of the situation and pull off such a feat.
He has never killed anyone for God's sake! How is this possible?
He sent his backup army anyway, but issued new orders: kill the commander and his remaining soldiers. He also ordered them to destroy the sound village and wipe out the entire population. It seemed a bit drastic, but it was necessary to erase any evidence implicating him in the invasion of the Hidden Sound. However, the new Hokage, Tsunade, was going to be a pain in the ass.
Tsunade has been Hokage for less than a year, yet she has changed the Hidden Leaf more in the last three months than the Third Hokage, Sarutobi, has in five years. Danzo could do whatever the hell he wanted under Sarutobi's tenure, but the same isn't true for Tsunade. She would stop at nothing to end Danzo's very existence if she found any evidence connecting this invasion to him. He had to take this slowly, and if he were to make a mistake, it would be the last one of his life.
Suddenly the door opened and the same ninja he previously dismissed entered.
"What now?" Danzo is starting to get irritated with his subordinates.
"Danzo-sama, the commander is dead." answered the scout, mostly bereft of the fear he displayed earlier.
Danzo sighed in relief. Finally!
Another scout entered the room, and Danzo's relief quickly faded.
You have got to be kidding me! "Report," Danzo ordered with a calm facade.
"Danzo-sama, Hokage-sama ordered you to attend a council meeting."
Horus groggily woke up. He has a severe headache and can barely comprehend his situation.
He groaned in pain as he took in his surroundings, which lacked a variety of color. In other words, it was just white space.
Where the hell am I? Am I dead?
"Yes… and no," a booming voice eerily similar to Horus' responded. The former Root commander looked around to find the source of the voice, and it happened to be a body composed of darkness, one with the shape of his own.
"What the crap are you?" Horus is not happy with his situation. He wants answers and he wants them now.
"I am the called by many names I am the world, I am the universe, I am god, I am truth, I am all, I am one, and I am you," the being responded. He is standing in front of a large door that is adorned with some interesting patterns resembling a tree.
"So, why am I here?" Horus questioned.
"I will be returning your soul, but for that I will need something in return." Horus' left arm started to disintegrate from the fingertips and he released a scream of pure pain and hatred. His pain suddenly faded once his arm is no more. His anger, however, wasn't going anywhere.
"You asshole! what the hell was that for!"
"Quiet, child. Let me continue. Now I will give you the power to seek the retribution that you desire." Horus quirked his eyebrow with interest.
"This power comes from an ancient art that has been extinct for generations. I will impart this knowledge upon you, but it will take years to master." Now Horus was visibly confused. His face of confusion suddenly changed to one of apathy after he gave up on trying to understand what this "God" character was telling him.
"You talk to me like I give a shit. Now would you care to explain what the fuck you are talking about?"
After a moment of contemplation, the being asked," What do you know about Flame Alchemy?"
A/N: It was a pretty short chapter, but I had to get it out of the way, so that we can dive into the action next chapter. Please leave a review, any feedback will be appreciated.