A/N: Surpass Your Limits will be update Wednesday/Thursday.

Its a long chapter already, given Gojo's part in it, and I want it to be perfect.

Holidays are still beating me down, slept through both my alarms, and this is posted from my phone.

With my fifteen year anniversary on this site finally here, I find myself reflecting on the little things in life. What was once a lazy pastime meant for me and a few friends really grew and evolved over time. There are days when I look back on the last fifteen years here and I wonder if anyone will remember me; if I made an impact, despite never making a single cent on any of these stories. Some days were happier than others, and some stories I enjoyed writing WAY too much; to the point where I'd stay up all night working on them.

And of course, there are times when I look to the future ahead and wonder what will become of things when I'm gone.

Of course, I try not to dwell on the latter overmuch lest it poison my mind; I'm still alive and still writing. In an ideal world, I'd like to keep doing so for as long as I can. But old age is catching up to me and these days, the world is filled with so much madness and death. Feels like everyone's lost their minds. Even before that, so many friends and fellow writers I once knew are gone, now. Will I still be here in twenty years? Ten? Five? Its a chilling thought. But for now, I'm still here, still writing.

So here we go. The fate of this story depends on you, the reader. Your feedback determines the fate of this tale, and many others.

As ever, I own no quotes, references, themes, or memes. Not a wit or a one! They're tributes to legends far greater than I.

I'm just a humble author trying to make his way in this wild world, one word at a time.

Time and feedback will determine if this remains a story. Simple as that.

In other words...its up to YOU, the reader. Do let me know~!

"Bang."

~?

Twenty-Fourth Fragment

Naruto breathed in.

Naruto breathed out.

Naruto took aim...and the rifle bucked.

It was a fairly muffled sound, barely noticeable unless you knew what to look for. Given his current position and the fog, no one was going to be "looking" for an assassin up here. And there was work to be done. It was cold work, detached even, to take a like through a scope. Some might call it downright impersonal. He disagreed. It was humbling.

A twitch of his finger and a council member died.

Then another.

Another now.

Another.

They tried to run of course, but they were even less safe up in that big posh building of theirs than they would've been out in the open. There was nowhere to run. He could sense them in there, and while he might not have chakra, his instincts were sharp as ever. He scythed them down, one after the other, until his rifle flicked empty.

Even then he didn't look away from the scope.

"Ammo."

Jinx swooped down and handed him a fresh clip while Vi helped him hold the rife steady. Wind was a proper bitch today, and it wouldn't do to leave any survivors. In a moment he was back and taking aim once more. The dead demanded justice, after all.

For Mylo.

Bang.

For Claggor.

Bang.

For Vander.

BANG.

One shot. Two shot. Three shot, Four. Five shot, six shot, even shot, no more. And they said he couldn't kill without chakra. Please. Down an eye and an arm and he still tore through these pretentious pricks. In less than a minute, Piltover's ruling council was dead. There were no survivors.

And yet he felt sick all the same. All those promises about sparing lives, and yet when push came to shove, when they pissed him off, he snapped and did this. He hoped Vander could forgive him. Sage knew he wouldn't be forgiving himself anytime soon.

He slumped with a sigh. Help me up, will ya?

Jinx and Vi did just that, helping him despite his wounds.

It was the latter who ultimately found her voice first. "Now what?"

"Now?" he handed the rifle off to a giggling Jinx. "Now we walk in and take the joint for ourselves. If they won't make Piltover and Zaun better, we'll do it ourselves."

Silco had failed in that regard. They would not.

...can you walk?

...well enough?" He grimaced and looked down at his bloody legs. Don't count me off just yet. I've got a little light left in me.

He would keep moving forward.

Whatever it took.

A/N: Aaaaand scene.

Hope this brought a smile to your face.

Once more, we're sticking with the "Embers" rule for this story, and others. Meaning folks don't like this, it won't be continued. If the story itself ain't popular/well-received...well, I won't be able to continue it. I'm working two jobs, holidays are here too, meaning I barely have time to write; as such, I cannot afford to write something folks don't enjoy.

So by all means, speak up! Your voice matters! Make yourself heard! As ever, reviews are the fuel that sustain me. Without them I cannot write a single word. Simple as that. Working nearly all hours of the day keep me absurdly busy, and I can't bring myself to write something folks don't like.

As ever, reviews keep this old man alive during this dark and crazy time. I ain't joking.

So in the Immortal Words of Atlas... Review...Would You Kindly?

No previews here. Time for an old man to rest awhile.

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