FSDYT Note's:

Oh hell yeah! YES! a UPDATE cries my fans far and wide!

I know right, you thought it may never happen again, you assumed (most of you) that I had been hit by a truck or something equally debilitating that left me unable to write!

But you were wrong ha! And screw you to those who wish that would happen! (haters) Well just know and tell a friend too that FSDYT is back and the show is back on the road. All cylinders are firing and a new chapter like tire tread is ready to make a mark! (A good one)

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WHIRLPOOL NATION| UZUSHIOGAKURE| UZUMAKI COMPOUND

The compound for the Uzumakis was ablaze. In a light cast only from the brightest fireworks. A yearly celebration held by the clan was in full bloom, they'd taken to celebrating a true event that marked prosperity.

Children played in the streets with festival toys provided from the many vendors that lined a usually empty courtyard. They'd make many profits from selling the annual items.

Invited was all from the village to partake as was shown from the crowds walking in to the gated compound dressed in their best ceremonial clothes. Faces ablaze in smiles.

At the center of the huge courtyard was a long table lined with but four persons. They seemed to be the main attraction of the whole event as almost everyone flocked around them. Every adult seemed to for a moment make sure to shake either persons hand then give a respectful bow before partaking in the celebrations offered pleasures.

Arata the third could be found in the throngs of people as he stood regally with hands hidden under the sleeves of a lavish kimono at the end of the long table talking to a man who looked easily many years his senior.

Standing slightly hunched forward on a long purple cane the well aged white haired man squinted through wrinkled eyes at the former ruler of the Whirlpool village.

Replying to a gracious Arata who repeated pleasantries in sheer thanks, the old man spoke back in a weary voice "Yes, yes your welcome and Lord Arata it is a great occurrence, but! all this to celebrate the past warriors?" he gestured sweeping a arm out towards the crowd

Smiling warmly the Uzumaki declared "Non-sense you said that last year too! An I'll say again. This here" he acknowledged a arm sweeping around him at the celebrating people "It is nothing too big to honor our fallen warriors and you Kaza-sama"

EAST SEA|

"You are strong woman. I acknowledge"

Astounded by the plain words the ninja captain had no choice but to reevaluate the situation that she was in. To her understanding what had befallen the both of them was not something to be acknowledged, it was something to be weary of, to abhor, to even fear.

Hesitant eyes slowly moved. Her vision not wanting to ever take a total view off her enemy that was in front of her but at the same time wanting to see the entire diabolical predicament she was in.

A dull shine provided from moon-light traced the arc of the deadly odachi that was forked ever so closely to a pulsing vein bulging rhythmically under a layer of skin-tight mesh and flesh.

If that sword even pressed lightly upon the blood carrying vessel were to lean only a centimeter forward. The reaction would be instantly fatal and potentially victory insuring for its wielder.

But the act to end the match between nemesis was not to be closed by such a simple fatality and promised beheading. The sword wielder was blocked from victory's path by the most nefarious of defenses.

Easily mistaken as a scythe because of its long staff a twin pair of chain connected Kusarigama was precisely positioned to protect and harm. The first Kusarigama with its long handle was held in a reverse grip by the masked mans' left hand. The long handle angled at the curve of the odachi to block a attack while its scythe like blade was pointed straight at the beating heart of the captain ninja.

Not only did the F.O.A.M. captain see the deadly weapon but she also saw its twin held in the man's right hand which somehow passed all her defenses had crept in to her guard, its shorter handle visible to her peripheral vision as she knew the blade was enclosed around the back of her neck.

A harvesting blade that easily with its deadly curve would be sufficiently enough to harvest her soul.

Eyes back focused on her opponent all emotion left her. Except for knowing disappointment. She and this intruder had just gotten in to one of the worse things that could happen to two opposing ninja.

They were deadlocked.

"Nothing to acknowledge, this is finished" finally replied the kunoichi

Any emotion under the mask was blocked from ever being seen but the soft snort was readily heard. "We aren't at a impasse or dead-locked. If you think that then you are not as strong as I believed. See what we have now is a ninja who doesn't realize she is dead"

Slowly trying to cast a small what she desperately hoped would be unnoticeable genjutsu, as both remained carefully still she was stopped by the rattling sound of chains sent from the shaking of the blade at the back of her head.

A obvious tell of how the failed genjutsu casting had been thwarted before even getting to completing.

Resigning herself to what she knew she had to do the woman spoke what she planned on being final words "I may not have been able to stop you. That is my failure. But I shall keep your face you tried to expose deep in the shadows. . . May only the recovery team see whats under that mask when they take it off your severed head!"

The masked man unimpressed or shocked knew what his enemy was going to do as she leaned full force in to his blade while lashing out with a wicked swing.

As expected the scythe like weapon pierced the woman's heart but did little to slow her as she connected a thin blade to flesh and separated it easily. Getting only slight resistance from bone and cartilage before slicing cleanly through.

A tumbling skull rolled across the oceans surface with extreme force. Like a rock skipping on water it plopped a few times before ultimately sinking in to the depths.

Not a moment after the severing, a once intact body fell to its knees then broke the surface of water, chakra no longer acting as a sticky support to stand before plunging downward.

A trail of blood dying water red followed the submerging body but any gruesome proof of the warriors death was hidden by the cover of a dark cloud passing in to the bright moons' light path obscuring it for seconds.

Left still standing upon the waters surface a shrouded in darkness figure stared down at where their foe used to be. Slowly they leaned to one knee taking in a deep shuddering breath.

Inevitably the dark cloud let the moons light touch ocean again when it cleared away.

Any would be proof showing the battle once waged on the sea's surface was no where to be seen. The rippling tides uncaring of leaving anything to rot away swallowed everything whole pulling it with vacuum like force to the deep crevasses below.

Nothing ever escaped the chaotic tides pull if it stayed close to it for too long.