Hyaaah!
Five water ninja to my left.
Slash! Next one. From above! Substitution!
Kunai! Blood…Behind me! Block! Kage Bushin no Jutsu!
Kick! Hit! Slash! More blood…I've got to find Jero….Ouch! Slash!
Shuriken from the right. Block! OW! Blade Dance! More blood…
Enemy shinobi swarmed the village, leaping over the wall in non-stop in groups of four or more. The more that came, the more I killed. There was no end in sight. I already checked the house. It was empty. I thought the worst as I headed towards the hospital. I skidded to a halt in the middle of Tea Avenue to get my bearings straight. Ten rock ninja immediately surrounded me.
"Damn!"
Making several hand signs one of the largest of the group made the ground under me cave in, burying me up to my neck. He laughed in delight as a bomb tag popped out of 'my' head to reveal that 'I' was in fact a puppet. I could feel the heart stopping shock from the explosion even thought I was nearly a quarter of a mile away. Just then I heard a sound that made heart skip a beat. It was the roar of dozens of shinobi pouring into the village, but not just any shinobi. Konoha ninjas!
I cheered, leaping on the roof of the academy, as the first wave passed by me. The jonin from camp landed a few feet away from me. "Don't worry! We'll take it from here." He exclaims summoning a terrifying looking bear.
"Wow!" I sigh, sprinting towards the hospital."Everyone has an animal except me."
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Aritomo dashed between two water ninja and shanked them straight on. His eyes flashed black as the ninja fell. Taro fell onto a group of unsuspecting rock ninja in the form of an elephant. Aritomo sighed in frustration. "That is so gross, Taro! Don't you know any other, less nasty techniques?" Taro tried to
brush the blood off of the bottom of his robe. "The art of transformation is my best Jutsu! I'm afraid to do anything else!" He whined; his bottom lip pursed slightly.
Yumi landed in front of the two boys and wiped the grime from her cheeks. "Do you think ANBU-san okay?" she asked, her voice heavy with worry. "He's been in there for a long time." Yumi pointed at the abandoned flower shop where Jero had ran in to about twenty minutes earlier.
"He's fine! He's just feeling sick right now." Aritomo tried to sound truthful. "Yeah! Ya' hear that Yumi! ANBU-sans' probly got the runs or somethin'! Don't even worry about it!" Aritomo glared at Taro for his brash comment.
Inside, (After undoing the transformation jutsu) Jero sat on the floor groaning in agony and rubbing his swollen belly. He grimaced as another wave of pain hit him. He bit his bottom lip to stifle a scream and tore at the carpet with his hands until the pain dissipated leaving nothing but a numb ache on his back and sides. He wiped the blood from his bottom lip before it dripped on his clothes. He breathed deeply,but the pains were now coming every twenty minutes it seemed, with lighter pains in between.
He no longer heard the sound of approaching shinobi so he guessed he could calm down for the first time in a while, even though he felt like he could burst any second. The babies kicked and moved more than they ever had before and now positioned themselves deep into Jero's pelvis. He stroked his uncomfortably bulging stomach, thinking and about Naruko and the message he had sent her over an hour and thirty minutes ago. Jero sighed and made the handsigns, turning once again into his former self.
He stood up using his arms and legs as support, a technique that worked pretty well. Once outside he was greeted by Taro's whining. "Well it's about time!! What were you doing in there?! Did you run out of toilet paper or wha—WHAK!!" Aritomo smacked Taro over the head. Yumi blushed ferociously as she joined Aritomo in beating the living daylights out of Taro.
Suddenly the group was encircled by a dozen rock ninja. Taro leaped up and guarded Yumi. Aritomo's sharingan flickered on as he tried to assess the situation, a kunai trembling in his hand.
"Ohh, bad time to plan your little play date, children. At least you all get to die together." One ninja jeered. His eyes flew open as he felt a cold blade against his neck. All of his subordinates fell to reveal a
Jero standing behind each of them, brandishing a kunai. Jero pressed the kunai deeper into the to the quaking shinobi's throat.
"Well, at least you all get to die together…" Jero whispered into his ear.
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sorry! just needed to fix some grammer! Bad gramatically incorrect Ninja!Bad!