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'The only difference between Crow Karasu and Glass Garasu was the fact that they had different ways of pronouncing them. A glass crow was weak, but when it shattered, the crow's opponent would be killed by the falling glass. If you are about to die, make sure that you take your enemies with you.'
-Garasugakure Proverb
A piece of his shirt was ripped off as a shuriken flew by his neck. Shifting his legs, the Chuunin lowered his weight so that when he lifted his body to throw his fuuma shuriken- it would be powerful enough to slice apart the abundant amount of trees around him. As he bent down, he took a large breath, readying his attack.
Blurring as he moved upwards with his chest, the Chuunin twisted his right hand so that the 4 pronged weapon would twist horizontally with an unmeasurable amount of speed. It was a battle field, shortly after Kyuubi had destroyed his village of Garasugakure Hidden Glass, that Kiizumaru found himself in. The county of which the 9 fox demon rampaged through was the Country of Iron- destroying half the populace with several quick turns of it's tail.
His country was a small one. It was only 76 or so years old, and specialized in glass and metal working as exports to the 5 larger countries to the east of it. Only times when the country actually needed ninjas, and a ninja village, was when the country of water, which had the superior AmegakureHidden Rain village to use against it's foes. Always out numbered, his fellow villages always used Genjutsu to fight against their water and vapor using opponents- usually winning. The small ninja war that happened between Amegakure and Garasugakure was a short one, and only laster 4 years, and it was quickly put to an end when Amegakure saw that there wasn't much to be gained from removing the insignificant village.
So, in looking back, his village was a happy one. Till, of course, Kyuubi happened to walk through it towards Fire Coutry- so that it could destroy Konohagakure.
And that was how the Karasugakure ninja became aimless wanderers. Most simply became refuges and went to the nearby Hidden Grass or, even worse, became Hidden Rain ninjas.
And Kiizumaru hadn't chosen either. He was ranked as a Chuunin when the village was destroyed, and didn't want to go to another village that would demote him to something lower. He wanted power, and was training against bandits and missing-nins across the western area of Water Country's new territory: Iron Country territory. With these thoughts, he was brought back into reality, and released the 30 lbs of Garasugakure sharpened steel.
It passed through the tree limbs of the oaks of the area, sending birds into the heavens above. Each bit of wood fell to the ground, sending the burrowed creatures out of hiding within an instant. The forest grew alive with noise, and that was when Kiizumaru made his move against the camping Missing-nin.
As he entered the grassy field, the fallen ninja looked at the piece of wood that had his Fuuma shuriken embedded in it. A voice- a distraught and tired voice- bellow something behind him. It was probably the name of the incoming jutsu- but Kiizumaru didn't care what it was. His feet moved and he held his Fuuma shuriken once more in his muscled hands.
Shifting his weight, the Chuunin moved to his right and ducked below the fire ball jutsu his opponent had conjured up. As if in slow motion, one of his razor sharp prongs of his weapon went through the stomach of the missing-nin. Blood exploded from the wound. "Kidney, left lung, and-" Kiizumaru then stood to his full height, bringing his large shuriken along with him,"- and the heart." Blood burst from the masked person's long wound, defiling the nearby yellow grass.
Pulling out his weapon, he let the dead person fall backwards to the ground.