The Partas Clan's Resurrection

by ImInYourAttic

Shinigami. This mantle is given to the strongest assassin in the Empire. The unseen enforcer of justice. Honest could never hope to compete with their power. The last holder of that title has passed it on. Now Naruto is the newest Shinigami. He isn't the Naruto we knew before. No. He will kill you if you threaten his family, and for his sister, he will cleanse the whole Empire.

9. Personal Update with a surprise

(Yes, this is copy-n-paste from my other Fic.)

Hey, what's up, everyone. This is mostly to tell everyone that... Yes. Indeed I am alive and well. Writer's block has been a bitch to deal with recently.

Plus I am in a couple of TableTop games that have taken more time than usual. New members and all that.

The other big time-consuming project is a podcast I've started up with a few friends/acquaintances. Weebs&Idiots is the name of the YouTube channel for any interested but that has taken up a lot of time.

The last big thing is I've been in talks with a military recruitment officer.

All of that aside I've been fine for the most part. The lockdown is a pain but that's really nothing new. To try and make up for my distinct lack of updates I got a little preview for everyone.

Enjoy!

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His mouth tasted of copper. Teeth stained a vibrant scarlet. His many trophies in full view. He had forgone the use of either blade. Of any armor. Any escort. He had come here all but naked. Why? What purpose did this serve? Had he gone mad? The answer was no. He did this to prove a point. He was the strongest. He was the fastest. He was at the top of the food chain. The perfect king. A god in mortal form. He looked at his prey. The many soon to be dead men. They told no tales but for him. The Shinigami. They would sing to him.

"You think because I'm wounded, I would lose?" His tone steady. Steel lining his words. Venom coating every word. The mercenary ground recoiled at his words.

"Who decided that?" None could stop his rage. He was the Maelstrom of the Partas Clan. An unstoppable force of nature. An unmovable pillar. An unconquerable fortress. These peasants had messed with him. Now. They. Would. Pay!

"You think because you have leverage you've won?" The smooth baritone voice rose with each sentence.

"Who decided that?" A chilling pressure settled on the quivering men and women.

"You think… Just because I have no Teigu I would surrender?" A vile mist like miasma escaped his body.

"WHO DECIDED THAT?" As the thundering shout of the Shinigami resounded both parties charged. Limbs flew about. Blood rained from the sky tainting the area. Weapons of every size and shape impaled their wielders.

It was a dance of death. Of carnage. A maelstrom of flesh and metal. A tsunami of devastation.

The Ballet of a Shinigami.