~Mask of War~

Serious and frostiness seemed to settle over Naruto's usually bright, exuberant face. Hands blurred through seals, launching jutsu's and letting shuriken sail. Hands clenched to fists and flat palms, lancing out and dealing death.

His face betrays nothing but pure icy determination. Fingers snap bone and nails gouge flesh and there is blood, so much blood. Yet still, nothing. No cry of agony as his arm is shorn to the bone, no scream of rage as Sakura is impaled on a kodachi. Not even a single blink, as metal scrapes away half of his hand.

Sai stands off to the said, and watches. Naruto's War mask is the most obvious, secured tightly in stone-etched features. Naruto has no fear, for he will not die. He has no pity, for he does not understand it.

Nobody pities Naruto, because they don't think he needs it, but without pity, Naruto cannot comprehend it.


A\N: Happy Easter.