Disclaimer: Do not own Naruto, The Myth or Type Moon
"All the pieces lie where they fell, where they wait for him." Kingdom Hearts- Birth by Sleep.
000
The white moon reigned over the starry sky.
The night, without a single shred of cloud, gave a perfect view of the sky. Winter wind blew every so often, sweeping over the vast field of grass like stroking gently a pet.
In the distance, a tall hill, that seemed to touch that moon, overlooked the entire open field.
Standing on the summit of that tall hill, hidden by multiple layers of genjutsu, was the fabled Water temple. There was only one narrow path to climb up, that was by using the spiraling, steep staircase at the side of the hill; the kind of staircase that ignored its user safety. Then, a rampart-like wall was erected around the temple, high enough to cut off the temple from the surrounding world.
The existence of the sanctuary, hidden so meticulously and guarded so thoroughly as if fooled even the nature, felt like an alternate dimension where fairies lived in, completely separated from the real world, only showing itself to its guest.
This fortress-like temple had been protecting countless of secrets and treasures of Land of Water, repelling innumerable invaders, for more than 500 years.
A proof of an untouchable indestructibility.
However.
On that night, with the glass-like moon that hanged up in the sky bore as the witness, the temple of Land of Water was massacred.
000
The night felt tremendously ominous and suffocating, as if foreboding of a bad presentiment.
Overhead, the distant moon looked very fragile as though it would shatter if touched and the entire sky would fall down.
A very unsettling feeling.
Was it a foul premonition or merely a fatigue?
It took him weeks just to realize the illusion and find the temple, spending most of the time running around in a circle like a headless chicken, but that was something that shouldn't be a problem for someone like him.
Weaving through the darkness of the night, Naruto moved through the temple.
From the outlay of the temple, he could confidently state that this temple was a stronghold. Buildings were built and stationed according to its uses, purposes and importances. The more central it was located, the more frequent patrolling monk could be found. There were 73 buildings in the compound, including a mere storehouse, shrine or even things people wouldn't expect to find in a temple like an arsenal and a holding prison.
Though it was just a deduction from his preliminary investigation of old documentations and hearsay, there shouldn't be much different from the real one. With certainty, he could say that this was one of the strongest citadel in the world.
Moreover, the building's structure wasn't vary but using a single, dull design. Every building was a perfect duplication of a big box; each wide, length and grid was a precise 10-meter, the only reference differentiating one building from another was the number laying a top of every entrance.
After memorizing the blueprint of the battle ground, there was the next important questions...
Where his objective would be and how he would search for it?
Should he use a kagebunshin to check all the buildings simultaneously? Or should he look in to the buildings one by one?
No.
Naruto shook his head. He shouldn't be doing either.
The former would attract to much attention. Monk had an unnatural ability to sense even the slightest chakra. He had been using only experience and basic skill so far, without even using chakra even once. That's why he still wasn't found out.
While the latter was taking too much time. It was too much risk to go around and check them one by one. Besides, he had been feeling restless since he stepped inside this temple. Like something bad would happen. If he could help it, he wanted to get away from here as soon as possible.
Feel free to call him a paranoid, but because he trusted this instinct that had saved him countless times in the last war, he was still alive and breathing right now.
And there was also the resident of this temple, the monk.
Just because they called themselves a monk, didn't mean that they were your conventional monk whose lives were dedicated for praying. This monk was the same group that had been protecting this temple for more than half a millennia. This was also the same faction that ignored everything outside their walls, even as far as letting the Bloodline Massacre happen, condemning their own country into a devastating dark age.
It wasn't that surprising if they acted more like a professional soldier than a monk, no matter how pious they were.
He bet most of them had more knowledge about water technique than an average jounin out there.
This was the true face of Water temple.
An impenetrable fortress that could shrug off even the siege of one of the Five Great Shinobi Nations.
"Yaaawn... Damn, I could hardly stay awake. How much longer do we have to watch this trifling storage?"
"Keep your focus, Sora! Even if this is only a storage, we have to do our duty with utmost diligence."
Around a corner, Naruto suddenly heard such conversation.
"Loosen up, Riku. When was the last time there was something happen in here? 10 year? 20 years ago? There's no one stupid enough to attack this temple. Even if there is one, there are more than 300 monks in here, it'll be an overkill."
"But we might not know what will happen. Anyway don't you dare to fall asleep."
"Akhh... if only the head monk assigned us to that building instead of this boring place, I will surely do my job with more enthusiasm."
"Don't dream about it. Rookie monks like us won't get a chance to get near into it. Only the elites could approach it."
"Yeah, such a pity. But the head monk is a bit paranoid, isn't he? To assign so many high-ranked monks to guard it. There's must be something important in there. Hey, wanna try to sneak in sometime? To the building no. 11."
"Don't speak of that word. It's forbidden." The kid named Riku hissed uncomfortably. "Just forget it. This is why you'll never get promoted."
'Interesting. So there is a place that important. No. 11.' Naruto pondered that piece of information.
But wait, just because it was the most significant building didn't mean that the thing he seek for was inside that building.
Hmm. What to do.
From afar, the sound of the bickering continued as it echoed in the night.
Peeking from the edge of his spot, Naruto looked at them. They looked like they were around 15 or 16 year old, 17 at most. From just one glance, he understood that they were inexperienced, and they confirmed it themselves.
A newbie with no experiences.
An easy picking.
After that was confirmed, Naruto decided...
"For being in such a right time in a right place. Isn't this just like a string of fate that we met? Curse your own luck, kids."
... that he would use them as sacrificial lambs for his mission.
"Ah, it's so boring. I wish something big happens. Hey, Riku. Do you hear me? Hey..."
Turning around, he saw...
"AKHHHHHHHHHH!"
000
Sora run.
Faster than his feet allowed him to, pushing beyond the limit of his body.
His breath was ragging as he fled like his life depended on it.
Or maybe that was the actual situation.
His back was cold as though a huge shard of ice had been thrust upon his spine.
He had to run.
If he wanted to live he had to run.
"Haah... haah..."
The pale, eerie light illuminated the dark back alley. The moon up above felt like observing him with sinister glee.
In his mind, there was only one place that he could be safe.
That building.
He had to go to that building. If he wanted to survive, he had to go there.
Rushing through the stone path, he turned at a corner. From afar, a view of a building no different than any other building in the temple appeared, the only difference was that there was at least 50 elite monks guarding it.
The building No.11.
"H-HELP!"
The terrified adolescent yelled at the guarding monks.
One of the monk approached him.
"Sora, what happened?"
The monk had probably detected something not long ago but dismissed it as just his feeling. Why wouldn't he? Even in the last war, this temple was untouchable.
"I-intruder! H-he got Riku and-"
BOOM!
An explosion was heard.
Not a second later...
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A succession of explosions shook the entire temple. The walls of the structures trembled from the shock wave.
Then smokes came. Black smokes from different parts around the temple dispersed and clouded the sky.
Gong! Gong!
The deep echo of a gong being struck resonated in the air. It was the sound that wasn't even heard in the last war.
The alarm that was only used when the temple was under siege continued to resound throughout the night.
"Sora, where the last time did you see him?"
With a trembling finger, he pointed to the direction he had came from.
"T-the northeast area, where I was assigned to guard the food storage."
The monk nodded and signaled to his peer behind him.
"Stay here."
With that curt order, he and the others went off in hurry.
000
Numerous shadows surrounded a spot in the dark back alley.
About 50 in numbers. This was the first time in such a long time, so monk gathered around in one place other than for the monthly prayer.
Among them, one man, who was checking two unconscious boys, stood out. He was the head monk, the supreme leader of this fortress.
BOOM!
Another explosion was heard in the distance.
A monk ran to him in a hurry, cutting the mass of people as he did so.
"Report." The curt order seemed to vibrate longer than usual in the tense air.
"We have checked all around the temple. These explosion was caused by a timed explosion seals. As to who did it, we haven't found them."
"This could be just a diversion. Divide the entire personnel into 5-man team and continue to search for intruders."
"Understood." The monk nodded.
But before he turned around, he noticed something out of the place.
"The intruder got Sora? This is disconcerting, I thought I ordered Sora to stay near the No.11. I guess he came back for Riku. I don't know whether to call him stupid or brave."
The head monk tensed his muscle as though cold water was poured on to his body.
"Did you say you meet Sora before?"
"Yes, in fact he was the one who told us about the existence of the intruder, before the explosions went off."
"That couldn't be, because Sora and Riku should have been unconscious at around the same time."
"W-wait. Then that means..."
000
"Stay here."
After the curt order, the monk went to the direction he pointed by running, without giving a concern to him or checking him.
Sora walked wobbly toward the building, approaching the entrance.
"Not even one person left as a precaution? And they easily believed the poor excuse of a story readily to boot? What a rash bunch of idiots."
In the background, the noise of mayhem continued to ripple like the devil's orchestra.
As he walked in to the building with leisure, Naruto let out a smile.
000
Chapter Two
The Thespians of Destiny
"All the pieces lie where they fell, where they wait for him"
000
It was dark. The only light in there came from the flickering candles that lined up on the wall.
Suddenly...
Swoosh.
The feeling of a wind flew past him.
"Eh?" Naruto sounded his surprise.
... His gaze contorted. His throat was rasping dry as if he had gone through days without a drop of water.
Badump. Badump! BADUMP!
His heartbeat was increasing rapidly, adrenaline was pumping inside his veins. He was losing control over his body, starting from his fingertips, as if something violently entered his body and possessed him.
Losing his focus, he had also losing the ability to breath.
The mystic feeling of the burning incense, coming from deep inside the building, suffocated him.
His legs took a step forward. His body kept swaying to left and right as he trudged like a broken marionette. As though he would collapse any moment.
As though his body was no longer his.
The wall surrounded him had been painted with an intricate and beautiful fresco. As he passed them, the painting, depicting a war, came out to life.
A kid who was running through the battlefield was the protagonist.
In his hand, he clutched some sort of a handle something.
This was the first time he saw the tale, but it felt like he had knew about it since forever.
"Akkhh..."
His head was pounding.
Something contained inside trying to break free.
His trance-like walk finally brought him to a huge stone door, the crest of Land of Water dignifiedly lied in the middle of it.
The sound of an agonizing, deep screech reverberated as Naruto pushed open the huge door.
Looking up, he found that he was in a wide chamber which was semi-round in shape. The only illumination inside was the pale silvery glow of the moonlight, projecting a large sigil of 'Water' on the whole, round floor as being manipulated by the skillfully sculpted apertures across the roof.
In the middle of the chamber, he found it.
Suspended in midair, height not higher than his waist, were a casket. Embedded in the middle of it, was a wakizashi. 30 centimeters in length, almost half of it was buried into the coffin. Even with it still sheathed in its unadorned scabbard, it still attached firmly on the surface of the casket as if it was designed intentionally to be like that.
The word 'Twelve' and the forlorn symbol of Land of Fire etched on the sheath.
Void. Hollow. Disassociated.
No other words could describe the empty feeling that came from the sword more other than those words.
Badump! Badump! Badump!
His heart was beating madly at its sight.
Some sort of emotion bubbled up from deep inside his chest.
The inscription on the casket came into his view.
[This memorial is built as my endless gratitude to the man who saved my life.]
But he knew.
Even before checking it, Naruto knew that the inside was empty.
This coffin was just a symbolic grave for the savior of the kid on the wall.
"Akhhh!"
His vision twisted even further.
Losing balance, he wobbled forward. That was when he grasped the blade by accident.
That was the last cue.
Prang! The sound of breaking glass echoed inside his body.
As if something inside him broke, a torrent of emotion gushed out unbidden like dark flood.
His chest hurt.
This feeling, he knew it very well.
"S-stop... it"
Breaking, breaking, breaking.
His heart was breaking.
It hurt so much he felt like dying.
Along with that suffocating emotions, a surge of memories rushed out.
000
In the middle of the patio, Nanashi sat at a beautifully-carved table staring at the steam rising off the tea in front of him.
Sitting across him was Toka.
She wore a expensive-looking kimono, it was blue and the kind that was usually used by a noble or a high class person. Her silky black hair, even though was tied with a classy strap, still gave an effeminate feeling about it. In the afternoon light, her creamy-looking skin gleamed some sort of radiance that surrounded her with an enchanting air.
Suddenly...
Poke!
"Gakkh! My eyes!"
Without even changing her expression, Toka stabbed his eyes.
"A-are you trying to blind me! You idiot!"
"I saw your eyes wandered. You were imagining me naked, weren't you?"
"I did not!"
"You're implying that you were imagining something even more perverted than that? You should know staring pervertedly at a princess is a crime redeemed only by death. But it could be settled if you become a eunuch of this palace."
"So I either get castrated or hanged?"
This person was a fireball.
No mere words could contain her.
"So tell me what you've been doing?"
Wouldn't it better if she ask that first instead of trying to sentence him to death outright?
"Well, I've been doing this and that near Land of Water. You know, with another war looming and all." Even as he talked about such awful topic, he still looked unconcerned.
Toka looked solemn. "It has finally came to this, huh. Even by forming hidden villages, they can't still maintain the balance of power."
"You could say Konoha has a part of disturbing that balance. Although capturing the bijuu is a good thing, the other countries can't help but feel unsettle for one side to gain such a devastating power."
Their reasoning was simple. The Hokage was the only one who had the bloodline necessary to contain the bijuu, but that also meant that captured bijuu was pooled in one place, Konoha. The other countries feared that Konoha would unleash that unholy power on them sooner or later. It created a situation where the rival nations thought "It's better to attack them first rather than letting them attack and annihilate us."
"This is why I've been doing a secret project with the old geezer. By the way, what will you do if you live forever? How 'bout traveling the world?"
"Did you get hit hard in the head or something? Immortality is nonsense to begin with. Did you eat something weird?"
"Hahaha, you're right."
"By the way, where's your weapon?"
Toka must be referred to the vacancy of the dagger that could usually be found dangling uselessly at his side.
Nanashi wagged his finger, smirking. "Nu uh, that's a secret."
Shaking her head, Toka sighed. "You did something outrageous again, didn't you?"
"W-well, anyway..." As if found out, Nanashi sipped the last drop of his tea rather hurriedly then stood up. "Gotta go now. I still have some work left to be done."
Turning around, he started to walk.
"Hey." Toka called. "Be careful, okay. Remember that your task is to serve me. So don't you dare to die and abandon your duty like a coward."
Can't she just say, be safe? Geez...
Looking back at her from over his shoulder, Nanashi replied with a grin. "Gotcha. See you around, Toka."
He walked away.
The servants that lined up in the patio was surprised, not only because of their close bickering, but because the smile Toki-sama made as she watched the retreating back of Nanashi-sama.
This was the first time, they saw she smiled like that. A sad but beautiful smile.
Meanwhile, as Nanashi exited the patio, his casual expression instantly disappeared. A grim look that didn't fit his careless image emerged.
That's right, he noted. His job was to protect her.
That was the only promise that he wouldn't break.
... Even if he had to burnt the entire world just to fulfill that promise.
That's because...
"Because I'm a coward."
000
"That couldn't be, because Sora and Riku should have been unconscious at around the same time."
"W-wait. Then that means..."
In a frantic tone that didn't befit his status, the head monk stood up and shouted, "Alert all personnel to the No.11 now!"
Never let the blade got out from this temple, or an even greater destruction than that of the Bloodline Massacre would engulf Land of Water.
Such was an old prophecy from a priestess of Land of Demon that was only known in this temple.
Armageddon. The end of everything. Apocalypse.
This sole reason was why they abandon their country 20 years ago during the Bloodline Massacre. So that the prophecy would never happen.
They had to capture the intruder at all cost!
But...
"You won't do any of that."
A haughty voice rang throughout the long, winding alley.
A golden silhouette of a man stood behind them. They couldn't see his face since the shadow hid them but his posture was arrogance and condescending with such august solemnity. His figure was like an illusion wrapped in tornado and lightning.
Silently, a thin, golden line stretched, as though cutting the black, empty space behind him into two, until it seemed to reach the sky.
The monks tensed their muscles, not because they readied themselves to attack but because they felt it.
The overwhelming, oppressive feeling, emanating from the man, suppressed their body and soul, stamping his mark as their supreme ruler.
"Be joyous! For you have been granted the permission to die by me, so why don't you start rolling on the ground like a dog and amuse me. Do that and know that your life is worth something."
And then, the golden line expanded open like an enormous gate, a layer of gold could be seen.
Run! Run! Run!
Their instincts begged frantically.
The monk wanted to run, but they couldn't. Their feet rooted to the ground, shackled by massive fear. Without his order, they couldn't.
Infinite, small ripples scattered all over the layer of gold.
And they didn't even have the luxury to scream.
All they could do was watch as countless, golden lights filled in their visions as though infinite shooting stars rained upon the earth and entertained the man by dying like a squashed ants.
000
His head was pounding.
Finishing watching the scene as if it was his own memories, Naruto grasped his chest.
Why did it feel so heart-wrenching? So much that he couldn't bear it, this pain inside his chest.
Regret, regret, regret.
Overwhelming regret swallowed himself.
The feeling of drowning in sea of mud.
This was something he was so familiar of. The emotion called regret.
His trembling legs finally gave out as Naruto fell to his knees, leaning forward to the floating casket. His right hand still grasped the handle of the uninteresting short katana.
How incomprehensible.
Did this mean that his dream was real? And there was some sort of connection between him and the man inside the dream?
The ridiculousness of the entire situation, so surreal as though it was written by destiny, made him want to laugh out loud.
"I-I have to get out from here."
He was still in the enemy's territory, at the very least he could still remember that. Then he pulled out the short katana.
Bam!
The floating coffin immediately fell, the loud sound of the impact with the stone floor resounded in the hall.
So it's true that this blade was his objective. It felt like it was draining away his chakra bit by bit just by holding it.
"Hah... hah..."
But, he didn't have time to be concern about that now.
Breathing heavily, he stood up and sealed away the sword into his storage seal.
As if its objective had been accomplished, the strange feeling possessing his body faded as quickly as it appeared.
Strength gradually began to return. The massive headache receded as oxygen flowed in to his body without restraint.
It had the taste of having just woken up from a good night sleep.
Nothing left, not even the slightest trace of it.
"Eh?"
Faster than he uttered that word, his body had moved in a blinding speed.
Thunk, thunk, thunk!
When he landed, he saw three kunai had embedded themselves into the spot where he had been.
The realization didn't not last longer than half a second as his body moved again and spun around to send a roundhouse kick.
It hit air.
A tingling sensation came again, this time, it was coming to his chest.
Immediately realizing that there was an enemy, he jumped back, enough for the attack to miss, then dashed forward sending two quick jabs.
Again, they punched only an empty space.
With an amazing reaction, he took out a kunai from his side pocket, flipped back, and threw it to the direction of his intuition.
CLANG!
A loud clash of steel and steel echoed inside the chamber.
Probably feeling it was useless to continue hiding any longer, a shadowy figure walked out from the dark.
The silverly light of the moon, illuminating the wide into the chamber, revealed the identity of his attacker.
A girl, heights about 5.7 feet, stood no more than 5 feet away from him. Her silver, piercing eyes scrutinized him emotionlessly, a katana was in her right hand. Her light skin were gleaming ethereally as she bathed in the pale glow of the moonlight.
There was no even the slightest of expression on her exotic mien as though she was wearing a porcelain mask. Her stern constitution exuded confidence and pride that could be easily mistaken as arrogance. Her short blond hair was cut into a symmetry, bob style.
Even without counting in the D-cup her chest proudly defined, she was a natural beauty that could drive man crazy without even doing anything. Only the elegance of a royalty and the preciseness of a shinobi induced in her mannerism, no unnecessary movements.
Samui of Cloud.
The head Anbu of Kumogakure.
The prodigy of the jinchuuriki of Eight-tailed, Killer Bee.
The girl who was famous as the perfect definition of the word 'kunoichi'. Her success rate was also first class, so exceptional that they compared her to Uchiha Itachi.
Naruto didn't understand. Whether it was because of exhaustion, or it was his delusion but time seemed to become a standstill. The sensation of something eternal yet ephemeral washed over his senses. It was as if something reverberated inside him.
Despite all the description about her, all he saw was the painting of a maiden bathing in ethereal silver of moonlight.
So beautiful and so delicate, it would be etched into his mind forever.
Naruto was surprised.
Not by the sudden turn of event, but because he was captivated by her overwhelming beauty.
"I thought I was the first one who got into here, but to think that I'm actually the second, this temple has truly became very complacent." Samui spoke.
Her voice forced reality to sink in. The feeling was instantly gone, and the attitude of a soldier quickly replaced it.
Naruto tensed his body, ready for an attack.
This was bad.
He got approximately 3 minutes left, maybe less, before the monk found out his intention and swarmed this place.
This situation was just like a ticking time bomb. It was a battle against time.
"I don't like unnecessary fight. Are you going to hinder me, Samui of cloud?"
"If you provide me with what I need, there shouldn't be a need for that question at all, missing-nin Uzumaki Naruto"
Both of them stated each other names as though to reiterate their roles.
A kunoichi and a criminal.
"I see."
Swoosh!
They darted forward at the same time.
His kunai and her katana clashed loudly as the loud clang reverberated in the chamber.
Somersaulted back, the kunoichi launched a kunai in the midst.
Naruto dodged it, but before he made his next move, Samui had closed in and sent him into defense with a swift thrust to his neck.
He step over to his left, but, reading his move, she suddenly brake off and, as though being launch by a spring, her katana changed its path, following him.
Clang!
Using a kunai, he blocked her attack.
But, disregarding her smaller stature, the strength behind her attack send him flying.
"Akhhh!" Naruto gasped as he hit the coffin hard.
Analyzing his situation, he realized that he was cornered. He was a ninjutsu specialist hence in the situation where he couldn't use a technique, he was in a grave disadvantage. Moreover, his opponent was a Kenjutsu specialist and an Anbu commander.
At this rate, he would get killed here if he didn't use ninjutsu. But which one more dangerous? A single kunoichi or the entire army consisting of 300 monks.
Boom!
Naruto heard an explosion as he dodged to his left just in time. Her attack had cleanly cut the stone casket into two.
Taking this as a chance, he dashed forward, aiming the kunai in his hand to her chest.
It failed.
His kunai was deflected with a swift cut. Naruto was pushed backward.
His instinct was ringing loudly in his ears.
When the time he looked up, the gleaming edge of the katana was just an inch from his head.
He wouldn't have the time to dodge it.
Which one more dangerous? A single kunoichi or the entire army consisting of 300 monks...
Gritting his teeth,
BOOM!
... the answer was bitterly the former.
"Kyaaa!"
Samui was sent backward by a sudden gust of wind. Crashing into the wall, her body limped off among the sea of rubbles as she fell unconscious.
"Dammit!"
Naruto cursed loudly. He couldn't feel relieve yet since he had alarmed the entire temple of his presence.
He had to escape and fast.
But he looked back at the girl. Should he leave her here? They were enemies after all.
Shaking his head, he walked to her and pick her up.
"So stupid." This unpleasant word wasn't directed to her but rather to himself.
Carrying the girl over his shoulder, Naruto escaped from the temple, without knowing that not long after he left the temple of Land of Water was no more.
With this, all the pieces of fate had finally began to move...
... To conclude a promise from a long time ago.
000
Burning.
Everything was burning.
The eerie reverberation of the war alarm continued to echo as if wailing in anguish.
Crimson and orange swirled around, filling his visions.
The sound of the conflagration crackled as the buildings around him crumble.
When Sora realized, this was the scene that entered his eyes.
The pile of fleshes and meats, whom once he called brothers, littered on the street.
Their dead bodies was full of holes that they didn't even resemble human anymore.
The nauseating feeling, forming in the pit of his stomach, had suddenly became too much.
His throat filled up.
"Ukhh-!" He emptied the content of his stomach.
His heavy breathing suddenly mixed with the sound of approaching footsteps.
Looking up, he saw a silhouette of a man, staring down at him.
"Ah, ah... some trashes survives. I congratulates you for that."
His body suddenly trembled.
Sora didn't understand the reason, but he recognized this emotion.
He was... scared.
Just by being in the presence of the man choked him up.
"I'll give you a chance to entertain me. If you kill this insignificant, I might let you live a little while longer."
What?
Entering his ears was someone writhing and crawling behind him.
Sora looked back and saw a horribly disfigure man.
"H-head monk, sir!"
Yes, the person behind him was the most powerful man in this temple.
"Kill him."
The shadow figure ordered.
Sora stiffened.
If he wanted to live he had to kill him.
If he wanted to survive he had to kill him.
He had kill the man who he looked up to as a father figure.
"D-don't kid me." His voice shook as Sora glared at the man hatefully. "I... I would never do that!"
Though just to keep conscious was a tremendous agony, he defied the order.
No matter how much his mind begging him to do it so that he could live.
But as if reading his mind, the man kept grinning maliciously.
Then, the sound of piercing flesh.
"W-what?"
Sora sounded his disbelief.
The smell of iron mixing with blood filled Sora's senses. He tasted the thick, globs of substance called blood bubbling inside his throat.
"W-why?"
As he uttered that, Sora looked down at the stained, half edge of the katana that had pierced through his body.
"Hahahaha, that's what I'm talking about."
So the entire time, the man didn't even look at him instead he was talking at the writhing man behind him.
The man he thought as father had betrayed him.
The look on his face must be very funny because the man couldn't stop laughing.
"That's good, that's good... That's how things should work."
He sounded very happy as if he watched a hilarious movie.
"Now, perished."
With the word, as if ordering a bug to be squashed, countless golden blazes filled his whole perception like a fleeting, thousands fireworks.
It was very beautiful, Sora thought.