Orochimaru laughed crazily as Yasuo, Mishi and Nanami attacked but to no avail, the sannin laughed until both Mishi and Yasuo transformed into clones of Nanami both wielding the dual flaming swords.
The sannins smile vanished as the clones attacked, their movements complimenting each others to perfection. The snake sannins katana worked furiously to block the six flaming charkra swords.
The flames licked closer and closer never letting up, moving faster and faster the flaming blades of the clones and the original twirling and spinning slashing and ducking weaving the sannin struggled, actually struggled to hold the attacks of the three Nanami's and their six blades of wheeling fire.
Fire spun fast flashing around, his arm extended stabbing out at one of the flaming blade wielders, one of the fiery blades cut down on his arm setting his tunic alight incinerating his arm.
The sannin jumped far back, calling his sword with a mental tug. Watching it fly towards the sannin, catching it with a snake that extended from his mouth. He held up the charred stump that oozed blood slowly. 'Hmph, you ruined this body how annoying', looking around he searched for Kimimaro, the bone user grew out of the tree branch next to his senpei, 'Hey what happened to your arm?' the bone user, gestured with a pointing finger, the sannin hissed back, 'What happened to your head?'
Both the sannin and the bone user disappeared in a swirl of dust. Yasuo launched his jutsu to late and the shadow wolves burned through the wood howling wildly, before returning to Yasuo, Mishi shattered the last summon of Orochimaru's, dust swirled and blew away.
'What now?' Nanami looked at her father, fire blades evaporating, black smoke coiling up from her hands, her clones and their blades dissipating as well. Mishi dropped to the ground gasping from lack of charkra, Keitaro flipped down, sporting cuts and a broken finger.
'Do we leave now?' the girl helping the damaged Mishi. Yasuo inspected Keitaro's finger, 'Yeah, prepare to move out, we can't stay here anymore' the group moved off to pack for the fight had taken everything from them besides their lives. Keitaro had suffered a bad break because, even though he had increased the bone density, Kimimaro's increased strength shattered the bone completely, and wasn't able to heal it properly. Yasuo had no injuries that where bad, Mishi had a cracked jaw and two lose teeth, Nanami had minor burns and a slashed forearm.
Blushing deeply as she did so, Nanami wrapped the deep cut suffered by one of the summoned shinobi souls. The boy looked at her face, 'Are you okay? You look kind of hot' at the word hot, Nanami's blush deepened. 'I'm fine' she said unconvincingly,
'Sure you are, come her let me take a look' she glanced at him, to see his eyes regarding her carefully
'No really I'm fine, seriously I don't need anything' Mishi cast her a sceptical look,
'You don't look fine to me' she slapped away one of his reaching hands,
'Don't worry I'm fine, just leave me alone. The boy took on a worried look, he liked her, well not liked her, did he? He saw her red cheeks and thought nothing of it.
In the darkness Yasuo watched the boy look away, on my father's grave, that boy is the densest person on the planet. Yasuo returned to his burning of a box that held a certain few things that only he knew of, but the box remained unburnt as he quickly reached in and snatched it from the flames. He couldn't burn this not for him nor for anybody…
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Blood….. Did we have a choice??
Blood…. Not really…. Blood…. Did I enjoy it??
Blood…. Yes!…. Blood…. How many??
Blood…. Thousands…
We were feared… hated… loathed… cast aside, no matter what we did, outcasts all, not accepted by anyone, but even I was once loved……
He stood watching, blood oozing from the bodies of the men he had killed, they called themselves ninja, unbelievable……. He did not grin but he was enjoying himself, if you could call it that. His wrist snapped down, causing the blade to flick and a thin spray of blood appeared on the tree. This was smothered by more blood, as it ran down the tree from a headless body.
The boy was called over radio 'What' he answered his thin voice skidded down the receiver, 'is it done?' he narrowed his green eyes, 'yes… when do I get paid?' the voice on the other end responded with a chuckle, 'always staying on business, I like you' the boy didn't flinch but responded coldly,
'But I don't like you' the man on the other end laughed heartily,
'That's nice of you, now be a good boy and go get your payment from my man, and please don't kill him... No better yet kill him and I'll double it…'
The signal died, the boy knew nothing, but killing and being paid, he had millions of ryo, but it meant nothing, his blades and their blades was all that mattered…. He looked at his handy work. His White mask, olive green lose shirt and his wide dark grey three quarter pants stained slightly with their blood. The boywas only sixteen, but he was more capable a warrior then any he had known, or anyone who had known him knew or at least did until they knew no more.
The boy, walked over to one of the seventeen bodies scattered round the tree, grabbed one of the dying men by his hair, and hoisted him up. The dying man gasped as he was hauled roughly up by his hair, 'I'll give you anything, gasp! Anything!' the boy didn't even flinch as his blade, slashed across cleaving the man's head from his shoulders. The body slumped to the ground his blood mixed with their blood as well as spraying all over the boys clothes and mask, his black canvas shoes, his spiky blond hair with its small pony tail.
The boy strode off calmly, killing was the only thing he knew, the only thing that mattered was his blade and their blade….
A/N yeah new character, you'll find out more about him, though not much, because there isn't that much to know!