CHAPTER 3
The younger man looked around. "Do you hear something?" he whispered. The older man nodded his head to signal that he did. Then he brought his index finger up to his lips, signifying that silence and stealth was now needed more than ever. The younger man looked at him with wide eyes, but followed the command.
There was rustling in the foliage and both men looked towards the sound.
Red eyes glared back at them.
The red eyes looked as if they were growing, rising higher and higher, until the men realized that the eyes belonged to a man, and he had been changing from a crouched to a standing position. White bands covered his arms. His red eyes glared menacingly. His clothing were that of a wandering warrior.
"Who are you" questioned the older man, authority lacing his voice.
"Who are you?"asked the warrior.
"We are from the Sound Leaf village, on a mission to meet with men of other villages. What are you doing here?"
"I, too, am on a mission."
The older man raised his eyebrows, waiting for elaboration of the warrior's response. None came.
The younger man then drew his shuriken out of his pocket.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the warrior declared mockingly to the younger man. "It will only bring you death." He smirked, obviously content with himself.
"What are you doing all alone in the forest?" the younger man asked the warrior.
"Enough with the questions. I have come to carry out a mission, and I will. Not. Fail. You are Shunamo, son of Sarino. Sarino, your father, murdered my father years ago. I have a debt to settle. With that, the warrior drew out his own shuriken.
"Wait!" the older man cried out. "There will be no bloodshed!"
"Shut your mouth, Mannuko, I have had enough of your political weavings. You helped Sarino destroy my father. You and your brother killed my father. You think that I will just stand around and let you go! Besides, you have something I want—a scroll. Maybe if you give it to me, I will let you go with only a few scratches and broken bones. If you don't give it to me, well, I get the scroll anyway, and well, you die!"
"We have no scroll! We don't even—"
The warrior raised up his hand "Save your lies for someone gullible enough to believe them."
The warrior then made some hand signs and blue sweat began pouring out from his skin. The liquid rolled down his face and neck, covering his bare chest, running down his muscled and well-veined arms. His eyes grew blazing blue in color. His hair began dripping with his blue liquid chakra. Mannuko and Shunamo raised their arms up to their eyes, the blue chakra blinding them with its luminescence.
"This will be the last light you ever see until the light of death approaches you—which will be soon."
And with that, the blue chakra column moved with agile speed, and the red of blood mixed in with its color. The chakra liquid encircled the men, covering them in its silky fluid. The fluid burned away at the men's flesh, eating away at their skin and connective tissues. Blood poured out, but by now, the chakra, being as hot as it was, caused evaporation of the blood. The mens' screams pierced the sky, sending birds shrieking from the trees, away from the agonizing sound and the smell of burning flesh.
The warrior, Hazum, chuckled to himself. Seeing that the men had dropped dead on the ground in front of him, he stopped his chakra flow, still grinning. Rummaging through the mens' backpacks, he found the scroll he was looking for. He secured it to his own pack and walked away, leaving the bodies oozing out the remainder of liquid chakra, bleeding blue onto the forest floor.
My revenge has only begun.