The sickening stench of fear hung in the air, casting an ominous cloud.
His own fear.
Reaching up, he wiped the corner of his lips. He stared in horror at his hand. It was coated in blood.
He could taste bile in his mouth.
His breath was coming in shorter and shorter pants.
He could feel the strength leaving his body. The kunai hung loosely from his fingertips.
His entire body was alight with pain.
But his determination remained rock-solid.
He wasn't going to give up. His code of honor, his will, they outshined his fear of death.
He grinned and flipped around the kunai, gripping it tightly.
Because it was his way, their way, the way of the shinobi.
See what I mean? Pretty random. I was bored out my mind. Sorry to those blokes who came expecting something good.
If you're wanting to know who this mystery man is, I'll pin my guess on Mr. Uzumaki.