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"Talk"
'Think'
"Talk"
'Think'
Authors Warning: Dear fellow readers I should tell you that this chapter along with the other parts will contain scenes of violence and will be EXTREMELY dark that it will probably disturb you, read at your own risk.
"Looks like we meet face-to-face." Naruto held back a sneer as he forced the Sand Jounin's kunai away from Shino's prone form. Quickly looking back the white-haired teen said to the insect-user, "Take the Uchiha out of here and dump him somewhere no one will find him, then get ready for a fight."
"Of course." Shino replied.
"Not if I have anything to say about it!" Baki retorted before he brought his free hand to his kunai pouch, and withdrew the deadly weapon. Naruto would not have it, and showed it when he kicked the man in the stomach sending his him back a few feet. While it wasn't much it provided enough time for Shino to quickly grab Sasuke, sling him over the shoulder and bolt from the arena.
Gritting his teeth Baki glared at the white-haired teen, Konoha's own jinchuriki. He heard the rumors that the boy was heartless, a monster, everything that Gaara was called. But he had a distinct feeling that the two met before the Preliminaries.
Seeing his opponent's eye scrunching Naruto knew exactly what this man was trying to do. Now he was never good with age on adults but if he was guessing correctly Baki was thirty years old, so he would have been around his early twenties when he had a hand in forming his life. "At last I can put another body in the ground for the one you helped throw into the stalagmite pit."
The Sand Jounin's lone black eye widened hearing that, "Impossible, there were no survivors from that night."
"I never forget a face of a murderer." Naruto retorted before sprinting at him.
Baki brought up his two kunai and easily blocked the blow, metal scraped against metal as the two glared at each other. The Sand Jounin's lone eye rested on the sword before remarking, "I see your holding the proctors sword."
"I was planning on killing you with it."
"Now why me? I don't have the slightest clue as to-"
"Don't bullshit me!" Naruto snapped at him before pressing his weight against the two kunai, "I know you killed him with a powerful wind jutsu. As to why I know it's quite simple." kicking dirt into the mans direction the former blond expected his opponent to back away.
To his pleasure the man did just that and he brought up his right arm, squeezed his index and middle fingers together. A distortion of air literally swirled around his fingers before thrusting his arm down. Baki could clearly see the attack thanks to his years of experience and quickly jumped out to the side, but for one unfortunate Sound ninja the attack hit him straight on.
Looking to his side Baki knew exactly what the brat was talking about. The dead shinobi's chest was cut wide open like many opponents he left dead with this technique. Narrowing his eyes he now knew why his opponent was so keen on killing him, "A student of the late Leaf ninja huh?"
"More like a very close friend."
"It doesn't matter, he knew his duties could cost him his life. But tell me boy how did you know that I was the one who did it." the Jounin asked.
"Because other than me, I know no one else in this village who could even use that technique." the former blond replied the obvious before readying Hayate's katana once again, and ran full speed at the Jounin one last time.
'Cleaver boy.' Baki thought to himself before throwing one of his kunai's at this speeding form. Of course he knew that the boy would deflect it with his sword, but that just gave him time for his counter attack. The Wind Sword was his ultimate technique in his arsenal, an uncatchable and unstoppable wind jutsu that could easily split the brat in half.
Like he expected Naruto easily deflected the kunai and came full on to impale him. But instead he got a face full of slicing air. Baki smirked on the outside, but on the inside he felt like he killed a part of himself. This boy he just killed was just like Gaara, forced to become a monster thanks to the ignorance of man.
A burst of smoke quickly obscured his vision when the boy he thought he killed exploded. That put the man on his guard realizing it was a shadow clone, his mind raced wondering when he created it. Looking to his left he saw nothing, looking up he saw nothing, and finally looking to the right he saw the unmistakable form of the white-haired Genin bringing Hayate's kanata towards his face. Raising his right arm he unleashed his Wind Sword at him once again.
Baki's eye widened when his opponent disappeared once again. Snapping his head back forward he saw the former blond somersaulting towards him blade out. That was when he realized that technique was the same one that Leaf ninja he murdered used on him two weeks ago, however this time the blade sliced through his flak-vest and severed his right arm. But not only did he feel his life blood gush from his shoulder but her also immense pain just above his left kneecap, and immediately felt himself falling to the ground.
Hitting the ground with a painful thud Baki saw the pool of blood quickly pooling around him, as he faced skywards he saw two Naruto's, both frowning and piercing into his eyes. "The Dance of the Crescent Moon." he whispered out before chuckling, "To think one as young as yourself could master it as well."
"I had a good teacher." the original Naruto replied, raising Hayate's katana for the killing blow.
Baki actually let out a grateful smile before closing his eyes. He felt his blood pooling around him, he felt his eyes becoming heavier, and he felt his life coming to an end. Was he mad? No, no he wasn't. He lived a long life for a shinobi at least, he grew powerful while his other colleagues died. He fought with pride for his village, and that would stay with him until his last breath.
Naruto aimed his friends Katana over the mans heart, finally like Stone Ox this man would be dead, Fuji's death would be one step closer to being completed, and Hayate would rest easy. However as he thrust the blade downwards to finish the man up, he was blindsided by a wall of sand.
Meanwhile outside the village and near the middle of the village Shino was completely at a loss to where he could hide the dead weight he was carrying. Everywhere he turned there was some form of fighting, Sound, Sand, and Leaf shinobi were fighting to the death, and he couldn't exactly call himself a killing virgin anymore as he looked over the freshly chakra drained corpse of an unfortunate Sound shinobi.
He felt nothing for the man, since the rules of engagement clearly stated that it was either you or him. And the heir of the Aburame Clan wanted to live. But he knew that more would be on the way, and he couldn't fight with the Uchiha on his shoulder. Raising an eyebrow he smelled something rancid and turned his head, seeing an alleyway with two shinobi Sand and Leaf tangled in the throes of death he saw a dumpster.
Carefully walking over, his eyes scanning for traps or potential enemies he reached the dumpster. Using his free hand he he opened the lid and recoiled from the smell, trash bags torn open, the infestation of maggots, mold and dumpster juice.
It was perfect.
Tossing the Uchiha inside he knew the smell would immediately wake him up, but with his chakra drained body he would not be able to move for the next few hours if not a few days at most. Closing the lid with a sigh he turned to find himself surrounded by three Sound and Sand shinobi each gripping a kunai.
"What were you doing boy?" a Sand shinobi demanded.
"Taking out the trash." Shino replied.
"He tossed the Uchiha into a dumpster of all things. Come on boys Lord Orochimaru will have our heads if he doesn't get him asap." one of the Sound shinobi told his comrades.
The insect-user immediately brought his arms up to unleash his insects, he knew that he had to work fast or else they would overpower him. He unleashed a wave of his chakra eating beetles and they engulfed one of the Sand shinobi, but the rest jumped towards him their kunai's ready to slice into him, bringing out his own kunai Shino was prepared to clash with them.
However there was no need for it. Behind them Shikamaru was perched on a roof, his hands in the bird hand seal. Concentrating the shadows in front of Shino sprang to life, willing them to sharpen into deadly spear points the deadly shadows impacted the five remaining shinobi. Blood pooled from their pierced organs, some died instantly, others were quickly bleeding out but still hanging onto life.
"Glad to see me?" the shadow-user asked as he dispelled the shadows, letting the bodies fall to the ground with a sickening thud.
"What took you so long?" Shino asked, still keeping his kunai ready before recalling his insects from the Sand shinobi's corpse.
"Troublesome people." the closet genius replied walking up to his quiet friend, "So you put the Uchiha in the dumpster? That's mean coming for a person like you."
"You weren't almost burned and impaled by lightening." the insect-user retorted.
"Touche."
"Him aside we should return to the arena, I'm sure that we would be needed."
Hearing the planting of feet behind them Shikamaru turned his head seeing several Sand and Sound shinobi, each one ready to kill. Sighing he took out his trench-knives an remarked, "We may be a little late."
"Three Jounin and the rest Chuunin." Shino mused, "Too easy." he finished before sending his swarm of insects at them.
In the infirmary within the arena the medics were ending lives instead of saving them. After an explosion from outside several Sound shinobi poured into the room with ill intent. Iyashi, Kanpou, and Kitou while Medic ninjas were not naïve. From the inside they watched the match between the Hyuuga and Yamanaka heiress, brutal yet erotic in their opinion, and they fully knew the lust of men and their sick desires-especially if they worked for someone like Orochimaru.
When the first man came in Kanpou did not hesitate to activate the Chakra Scalpel and swiped at the nearest Sound ninja. While the technique didn't show any physical wounds when it made direct contact, it made internal injuries, and in the unfortunate Sound ninja's case Kanpou easily cut through the jugular vein on his neck when he quickly bled out and died.
But more soon poured in, some managed to destroy medical equipment, others fell to the deadly medical technique. But they had numbers on their side and the enemy couldn't last forever.
One perticular Sound shinobi, a famous murderer and rapist in his last village before he defected to Orochimaru. While he honestly didn't care what his new lord wanted for this village, he was just in it to fulfill his desires and after watching the Hyuuga and Yamanaka his loins burned for them. In his sick twisted mind he figured that if he could actually capture them, Lord Orochimaru would reward him by using him as a prime candidate for a breeding program to create superior shinobi, and they would be the first candidates.
Finding an opening he grabbed one of his allies and threw him at one of the medical ninjas. The Sound shinobi was impaled by the Chakra Scalpels dying immediately, but he served his purpose as both men fell over in a heap allowing him to dash into the the desired area. Reaching his arms out he could almost feel himself ravishing their innocent bodies, but instead he saw his body fall to the ground and a boot crushing his skull.
"What an idiot." Keno remarked as he flicked the blood off his katana, and kicked the crushed head at the wall. "Did he not see us?"
"From his lack of interest in us-" Seto started to say, but spotting two shinobi coming at him he unsheathe his own katana and chucked it at the first one. The sharp blade easily pierced his thin uniform and slicing his heart in two, he ran over to the second one. Feeling that this one was at least Chuunin-level he threw a punch at the man, who easily dodged it, but twisting his hips he brought a devastating kick to his side. The man let out a harsh cough before his torso was barraged with several heavy punches. The wolf-eyed swordsman then brought his right arm around his neck, jerked his body upwards, and was rewarded with a sickening crack of bone.
Dropping the man like a sack of potatoes and withdrawing his sword from it's fleshy sheathe, he slashed it sideways, tearing a mans stomach open before beheading him. "is because he was thinking with his other head." he finished up calmly.
"Shame, he felt Jounin-level too." Keno remarked before setting his eyes on four of the Sound shinobi entering the room. Looking into their eyes his gray pupils flashed and they froze like statues, leaving them perfect targets for Kitou and Iyashi to fling their shurikens into their vulnerable heads. "Weaklings." he remarked.
"You always had an unusually high killing intent." a familiar voice remarked, turning his head to the side Kano saw the form of Takashi struggling to sit up, "Of course those eyes of yours you inherited from your father is also the reason your so strong."
"I told you to never mention him around me ever again!" the gray-eyed swordsman barked out in anger.
"I only speak the truth." Takashi responded gingerly getting to his feet, one hand clutching his sore ribs, the other clutching his kodachi.
"You don't really expect to fight do you?" Seto queered raising an eyebrow. "Those medics said you shouldn't even be moving."
"Since when have I ever listened to a doctor?" the white-haired teen retorted, as he flicked the scabbard off one of his kodachi's and then proceeded to do the same with the other.
"You listen to miss Megumi." Keno remarked before unsheathing his wakizashi.
"She scares the fuck out of me, and that is the only exception!" Takashi exclaimed, his single eye widening at the mention of her name, much to his teammates evil delight.
"Hold it you three, I protest you doing anything. Especially you young man!" Kanpou yelled at the three.
Just as he said that six more shinobi bolted in, and by the looks in their eyes they weren't planning on failing their assignment. Narrowing his eye Takashi twirled his kodachi's backwards the sharp blades sticking outwards and gripped them tight. Ignoring the pain in his ribs he bolted at the shinobi, his arms moved like the wind only six times and ran past them. Immediately as he did so he whispered, "Kodachi Ryu: Dance of the Wheeling Sword Six Successions." and his enemies torsos exploded in a shower of blood as their lifeless bodies fell to the floor.
"I believe we'll be fine, you just heal those girls and get the hell out of here." Seto remarked before running towards the entrance with Keno right behind him.
"Kids these days." Iyashi sighed in admonishment.
Kitou only patted his friend on the back in agreement.
Outside Naruto found himself trapped withing a sphere of sand, mentally berating himself for being so simpleminded and not paying attention to his surroundings he was paying for it. With every second passing by he was feeling himself getting crushed by the pressure, his arms were trapped, he couldn't breathe, and he felt doomed.
Knowing he would kick himself later he dived deep into his mind, immediately arriving at Kyuubi's cage. And immediately he heard the beasts wicked chuckling as his crimson red eyes opened and his gigantic teeth smiled their cruel smile.
"Long time no see whelp." Kyuubi greeted his host.
"Too long in my opinion." Naruto narrowed his eyes.
"Now don't say that, since the seal is starting to tighten up further I have been unable to speak to you. Now you have to come and see me if you ever wish to talk."
"I'm find with that." the former blond retorted, "But I'm not here for chit-chat, I'm here for your chakra. As you can see I'm about to be crushed by Shukaku's container, and I for one don't want that to happen."
As expected the great fox growled hearing that, "That's what happens when you go soft! And you said you would never use my chakra ever again, going to break your unbreakable oaths now are you?" Kyuubi sneered at him.
"This time is an exception, after all if I die you die. And that would be breaking a promise I gave Haku. Now give me your chakra you damn fox!" Naruto screamed at the demon, his eyes burning with anger at the giant beast.
Pretty soon after that the giant fox roared in laughter, "That's the look I was waiting for whelp. All right you want my chakra? Fine you can have it, only because I'll allow it."
His eyes still burning in anger Naruto saw the red chakra seep out of the cage and engulf him. The burning feeling of absolute evil and wickedness engulfed his body and burned at his flesh, of course he didn't scream out in pain he just opened his eyes.
Outside the sphere of sand Gaara held his right arm out and barely held the will to crush his hand together. Behind him Temari was loading Baki onto her giant warfan with Kankuro helping her after arriving a minute earlier, using their limited medical experience they did their best to stop the blood from flowing from his amputated limbs. He was holding up for now, but if he didn't get the medical attention their sensei would surely die.
Taking a deep breathe Temari focused all her wind chakra into her fan and slowly hovered in the air. All she needed was a minute for her to take off, but luck wasn't with her this day. She, along with everyone else in the arena, felt pure evil coursing from the sphere of sand.
"Gaara crush him now!" Kankuro shouted.
But it was too late, when Gaara went to clutch his hand together the sand exploded. Dropping to the ground one Naruto Uzumaki looked at them, crimson chakra coating him, his fingernails turned into claws, his hair longer and more untamed, and finally his whisker birthmarks that were nearly invisible were now clearly visible and thick like tattoo's the left side completely covering his cross shaped scar now.
Looking at his hands Naruto flexed them before a wicked chuckle came to his mouth. His head suddenly snapping up making those looking at him recoil in fear at his slitted blood red eyes, he suddenly disappeared with incredible speed. Almost immediately the nearest ninja, a Sand Shinobi was immediately impaled through the chest with Hayate's sword. Kicking the man off the blade in annoyance he narrowed his eyes before flicking the blood off the blade and sheathed it.
"Dammit." Kankuro growled before he unleashed Crow. "Temari get out of here, I'll hold him back."
"Kankuro!" Temari exclaimed.
"Just go!" the puppet-user demanded.
Lowering her eyes the only daughter of the Yondaime Kazekage willed her fan into the sky.
Naruto however spat to the side before rushing at her. He was however delayed when that annoying puppet got in his way and opened it's mouth. Immediately several, and no doubt, poisoned tipped kunai flew at him. His chakra shield however took the full impact and blasted them harmlessly off him, reaching his left had out he brought it down and slashed the puppet into four pieces with his chakra covered clawed hands.
Kankuro being defenseless could only bring out a single kunai knife to defend himself with. He knew that he was not good in close quarters combat, and would undoubtedly die by the former blonds hands. As long as his sister got away though, then it would be worth it. Seeing his opponent turn towards him he steeled himself for death, but instead, and to his surprise he jumped away. Just in time for a pile of sand to nearly crush him. Never one to question his luck, or whatever would save his ass Kankuro ran for the hills.
In midair Naruto suppressed a growl when he saw that Gaara interfered with him again! And now his target was long gone, oh how he wished he had Henya's supreme wind affinity that helped him fly. While not too far off the ground he saw most of the fighting, Kurenai and Gai were defending several of the Genin that were unconscious. It put a frown on his face to see Chouji, Tenten, and even Lee in that kind of state, but even with their preparations they didn't know exactly when the invasion would take place. They did suspect that it would take place during Sasuke's match, but the question was when it would start. Well now they knew.
Landing on his feet Gaara sent another wave of sand his way, something that he quickly tumbled away from. Scowling in annoyance the former blond quickly flew into hand seals before bringing his right hand to his mouth, "Fire Style: Fire Bombs!" using the technique he taught Ino several bright balls of fire flew from his mouth and impacted the sand.
Immediately the sand warped and hardened becoming nothing but molten glass. Try as he might Gaara tried to will it, but it was useless, the sand was completely useless. Standing completely still he willed his sand within his gourd to fly out. Naruto would not have it, using his fire affinity he clutched his right hand and a whip of fire formed in his hand.
Practically cracking it he send it forward and easily sliced the flow of sand in half. "Is that all you got Gaara! For the strongest shinobi in your village you sure are predictable!" he shouted at him.
Weather it was Shikaku screaming in his head, for the former blonds goading Gaara let out an insane smile. 'Finally, someone to prove of my existence!' he thought to himself as his sand slowly began to engulf him.
Seeing the sand covering the insane Genin, Naruto knew that this would be challenging. Even though he was covered Kyuubi's chakra he knew that he had speed on his side, frankly because using The Nerves of Insanity right now would have been a huge risk with the ultra sensitivity to pain if he got hit by the tons of sand the redhead controlled. And the Two Steps Below Shukuchi would drain him of his much needed stamina for now. But speed boosted by chakra would not be enough in this case, in fact it was probably the weakest thing he could do for now until it was time to strike. He needed something else.
Hearing an explosion behind him the Kyuubi jinchuriki looked towards the violet barrier surrounding the Sandaime who was fighting Orochimaru. A devious idea forming within his mind he turned around and headed towards the barrier.
Outside the arena the struggles of life and death was now a common occurrence. Sound, Sand, and Leaf shinobi were laying on the ground dead and dying. Civilians weren't out of the picture either, amongst the casualties were several shop owners who were caught unaware, women fleeing from the massacre, and children cradled in their parents arms together in death as they were in life.
It broke Mushashi's heart seeing such a waste of life.
Despite his medic skills he knew there was nothing he could to for the dead. The only thing he could do now was help the living, that was the plan at least. Pumping chakra into his legs he continued to sprint faster through the village looking for survivors. That was the sole reason he left his team back at the stadium, because frankly they were strong in their own right, and didn't need him babying them.
Soon enough he found himself in the poorer parts of the village, contrary to the belief of that place being run down it actually wasn't all that bad. Sure some buildings were uninhabitable, others just needed a new paint job, and it just really smelled bad. But like in the middle-class section of the village the streets were filled with bodies of the dead. Some weren't even from the battle, but he heard the distinctive clashing of metal against metal in the distance. It was then to his horror that his abnormally sensitive ears heard the screams of children.
His eyes slightly widening the monk immediately bolted towards the sounds of the screams, the muscles on his body tightening with the sound of the screams getting louder. Soon enough he found the place and immediately lost his breath and felt his knees weaken.
In front of him was an orphanage, not just any orphanage but the horrid place that Naruto once mentioned to him. Literally slapping himself he berated himself that it wasn't the time to remittance on he past, kicking open the iron gate that was crudely locked he immediately busted through the locked door with a powerful punch. It was then he smelled it, the horrible stench of death.
Resisting the urge to throw up he ran up the stairs, the feeling of dread washing over his body. Mushashi shook his head in denial, he continued onto the second floor where the screams were dying out, knowing that he could see the worst the man steeled himself and soon found himself in front of the door.
Kicking the wooden door open his eyes bolted wide open seeing the carnage. The room was big, enough to fit many children for their night of sleep. Except now these children weren't ever going to wake up ever again, their bodies strewn on the floor, blood flowing through the cracks in the floorboards. And the perpetrators-no the murderers were ten Sound ninja the one in his sight holding a kunai that was dripping with fresh blood, while several others were standing over a few girls of various ages straightening their uniforms up.
The one with the bloody kunai looked up, and his eyes widened in terror. The orange-clad monks eyes were wide open, and those brown orbs were showing nothing but absolute fury. His hands were violently shaking, his fingers digging into his palms until blood fell to the floor. The mans colleagues looked his way and saw the promise of untold amount of pain the monk was giving them.
"Filth!" Mushashi spat at them, "You dare spill the blood of the innocent!"
While nine of the Sound shinobi stood petrified, one of them, a shinobi who was tightening his belt around his waist only chuckled before looking at the monk. "And your any better monk?" he sneered at him, "You call me filth for doing my job, then your no better than me; Mushashi the Fallen."
Seeing the man glare at him, the Sound shinobi only laughed. "Yes I know about you fallen one. Everyone in Stone has heard of the monk who forsook his temples rules and killed a man. But you went further than killing one man, but hundreds if I'm not mistaking." if he wasn't wearing his mask Mushashi would have seen the man starting to smirk and it was widening with every second. "Then came the day you crossed the line and became known as The Ch-"
The man never had time to finish his sentence when all ten of them were floored by the killing intent the angry monk was barely restraining. They managed to remain on their feet, except one of them soon started convulsing violently, the front part of his black balaclava mask were his mouth resided became extremely wet with saliva, and fell to the floor clutching his chest in agony before laying completely still.
Pretty soon Mushashi's hands glowed with green chakra. The visible signs of the Chakra Scalpel, however in the enraged monks case the green energy soon spiked and the green chakra grew into the shape of the average sized sword. The monk snarled at the nine remaining men, his voice dripping with the essence of death. "After everything was done and over with I promised everyone that I would save lives and not take them. But you..." his eyes flashed green with fury before saying the final words they would ever hear, "don't deserve the life that you were given!"
Without another word the monk burst towards them with so much force the floorboards splintered and broke under his sprinting foot. Bringing his right arm back Mushashi thrust it forward at the nearest victim, the one who he interrupted with his killing intent, his palm hit him square in the chest, however instead of the blade of chakra stopping his heart, it completely destroyed it and blood shot out of his back showing a gaping hole. Pivoting on his heel the deadly medic brought his arm remaining arm outwards in an arc slicing the man behind his now dead opponent in the throat. Blood spurted out of the wide laceration, try as he might the Sound shinobi couldn't contain the blood flow and died seconds after hitting the ground.
After seeing two of their comrades fall dead, the seven remaining shinobi not wanting to die in that kind of horrible fashion fled the scene of slaughter. Six made it through the now broken window that was within the room, but one was not so fortunate when Mushashi's right arm pierced through his back. The Sound ninja puked out an enormous amount of blood through his mask as he stared at his still beating heart within the hands of his killer.
"Burn in hell for your sins!" the monk hissed into his ear before crushing his foul heart. Pulling his bloody arm from the dead mans chest, and unceremoniously kicking his body out of the broken window he looked back at the dead children, lowering his head he gave a silent prayer to them. Before heading out the window his unusually sensitive ears picked a tapping sound.
Torn between the six escaping of the possibility of a survivor in the works, he easily chose the latter. If he could save one person from this house of slaughter then something good could come from this tragedy.
Outside the orphanage the six remaining Sound shinobi ran like the devil was chasing them. Never, absolutely never did they imagine to see such anger from a monk of all things. While these men were not exactly greenhorns, they never experienced such hate or anger coming from one man.
Two of their thoughts were immediately cut short when they found their faces pierced by five sharp metal claws while they were in midair. Almost soon after two more were caught in an extremely sharp shuriken chain, twirling in midair the two figures used the momentum to let the two dead Sound shinobi fly from their clawed gauntlets. As the two landed on the ground they violently yanked on the chain, causing the two captives to scream bloody murder before they were sliced in two.
"Two for two brother." Gozu said.
"Perfect as usual brother." Meizu replied.
Seeing their four remaining comrades dying in such a brutal fashion that last two Sound ninjas about had it. Nothing was worth the horrors they saw today, but for them it was not to be. Immediately when they turned to bolt away one of them was stabbed in the stomach by a sword, but this sword's blade was so wide, it just cut him in half anyways letting the two halves fall to the ground with a bloody splat. The remaining shinobi found a strong hand around his neck and forced into the air. The Sound shinobi then looked in to merciless eyes of none other that Zabuza Momochi, in a desperate attempt he tried kicking the former Demon of the Mist to try and make him lose his grip. Zabuza however just simple flicked his wrist and the mans neck broke with an audible snap leaving him dead in the violent mans grasp.
Dropping the body to the ground Zabuza looked at the carnage around him, the scent of blood was heavy no matter where he was. It brought back memories of his generation of The Seven Swordsmen of the Mist, at least until some died and their replacements came into the picture. Then came his failed assassination of Yugara forcing him to flee right after Kisame Hoshigaki defected from the Mist. Quickly brushing the thoughts from his mind, his black eyes scanned the rooftops for any sign of the enemy.
"Worried?"
Snapping his head over to Gozu, Zabuza raised a non-existent eyebrow.
"He's wondering if your worried about Haku-chan and the Sound brats." Meizu clarified for his brother.
"Of course not." the former Mist shinobi responded, "Haku is a strong one, and while those three brats grate my nerves they can at least hold their own. Plus the Namikaze Mansion has a few surprises of it's own."
Nodding in agreement the Demon Trio soon took off towards the village walls where their skills would be most useful.
"Naruto?" one of the Anbu members standing outside of the violet barrier asked.
"No time to talk, why are you just standing out here and not protecting the Hokage!" the former blond demanded.
Pointing to the burnt corpse of their comrade, the white cloaked Anbu Captain replied. "Hebi here tried that all ready, we can't do anything except watch helplessly as out Hokage fights for his life."
Spitting to the side Naruto narrowed his eyes and clasped his hands together, "Then we need to bring down the barrier."
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