Sasuke grinned. What a fucking mess. A glorious fucking mess.

Blood sprayed, a sanguine fountain of triumph. The leaves, the trees, the ferns on the ground, everything showered in the slaughter.

Twenty-four, he thought, excitement building up in him. He was so near beating his record. He hopped onto a tree branch, slitting another man's throat with his own weapon before aiming it at a woman's face. She fell neatly.

Then, all of the sudden, three ninjas charged him coming from all sides.

Thank you, he thought. He jumped up into a squat and sent a barrage of shuriken raining down on them. That only stopped one. The other two rounded him, shooting off from the trunk of opposite trees before expertly crisscrossing in the air and colliding into him.

Both were down in an instant.

How many had he killed? Damn, he'd lost count.

Sasuke threw himself off a tree and into the center of the enemy camp. He used his raiton-edition shurikenjutsu, hitting four people and paralyzing three of them with lightning. Sasuke walked up to the only person who had managed not to succumb to his attack. The woman scrambled towards the trees, frantically clawing aside the bodies of the others. He slowed himself just for that element of control, if felt so good to be in control. When his breath hit the nape of her neck, she froze. Slowly, the woman turned, a wound bleeding profusely on her head.

"Wh-who, who… are you?" Her features contorted in sheer terror and her eyes looked up at him as if he were something inhuman, inexplicable.

Sasuke brought his face close to hers, "Call me God."

—

"You're mad, Sasuke, you're hella mad," Omoi said. "Right in the middle of the camp—what the hell did we make the plan for?"

Sasuke bounded off another tree limb. "I couldn't wait."

"But why make a plan if you're just gonna leave me behind?" he huffed, trying to get closer with the next jump.

"I'd rather be solo, anyways," he said, edging away from his partner.

"They put us in teams for a reason."

Sasuke could understand his frustration but wasn't about to do anything about it. Sasuke was a better fighter. He wanted the credit for utterly demolishing an enemy camp. For him to get help from Omoi… watered down the victory a bit.

"How many did you kill, anyways, I didn't get a chance to count the bodies."

"Thirty or so."

Omoi shook his head in disbelief, "You really are mad. And invincible, I guess."

"I know," he said, looking forward, trying and failing to stop a smile from forming on his lips. "I know I am."