48: Pebble
Like a pebble, thrown to skip on the water's surface, Itachi felt his body skid on the dry earth before it rolled to a stop.
Not moving an inch, he waited.
49: Goddess
She arrived a full two minutes later, tremors shaking the earth in her wake.
In the air, Itachi could taste it — the righteous, searing killing intent that rolled off her in waves that rivaled Amaterasu. For some reason, his body refused to move when she stopped by his prone form.
"Get up," she barked.
Angled awkwardly except for his head, he was able to catalogue the girl's features; in anger, she was bright and fiery, glowing through the dirt, blood, grime and sorry state of her attire. Coincidentally, the place she decided to stand on was against the sun, making her hair glow like the goddesses of old.
As she loomed over him, Itachi was struck how alive she was at that moment.
Further contemplation was halted when the kunoichi, irked by his lack of action, grabbed his collar and threw him to another direction.
~ See you next time. Hopefully not as long as this one. Happy New Year!