Chapter 33: Enemy Camp
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—" interesting." Character speaking.
No character from Naruto or the RWBY series belongs to me, this work is for mere entertainment, thank you in advance for reading this fanfic
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The silence lasted for what seemed like an eternity. Salem's henchmen, stupefied, could only watch impassively as the masked man plunged a kunai into the witch's neck. The blade had almost completely disappeared, leaving only the small handle visible.
—"Hahaha, how funny," Salem couldn't help but laugh. An attack like that, with a deadly weapon, would have been useless against her. Neither magic nor the most powerful semblances could kill her.
—"Wow, I see you're not dead. Are you really immortal or are you just very good at healing wounds?" the masked man asked in astonishment.
—"Why don't you find out?" Salem replied with a sly smile. With a quick flick of her index finger, she unleashed a shockwave of magical energy that sent the masked man flying into the stone wall. Salem's minions nearby were also blown away by the force of the impact.
Sasuke dusted himself off, his gaze fixed on the battlefield. —"This will be my first time facing a magic user," he thought, as he dodged a scorpion stinger thrown by Tyrian Callows. The faun's attacks were erratic, almost unpredictable, but to someone like Sasuke, they were a simple child's play.
With a fluid movement, Sasuke lit his index finger in a blue flame. Three well-aimed blows to Tyrian's chest were enough to knock him down. The faun's body collapsed unconscious onto the ground.
Without wasting a second, Sasuke spun around, avoiding a sneak attack from Arthur Watts. With surprising speed, he grabbed the man's left arm and twisted it into three separate sections. Before Arthur could even scream in pain, Sasuke grabbed him by the head and slammed his face into the hard pavement of the castle, leaving a crack in the stone and Arthur's face embedded in it.
In an instant, Sasuke jumped to dodge a powerful fist from Hazel Rainart. The man's punch resonated against the ground, creating a small crater. Hazel was strong, but Sasuke was faster. He closed in on the man before he could react and extended his hand, forming a rasengan that in a matter of seconds launched him into the air, crashing him into the castle wall and leaving him unconscious in the forest.
—"If that guy survives that, I'll be very impressed indeed," Sasuke said with a wry smile. The battle had been quick and efficient. His opponents hadn't posed any real challenge. But there was still one enemy left to defeat: Salem, the immortal witch.
The young man didn't take this fight with these minions very seriously, just as he didn't take it seriously when that flame of fire collided with him. That was the work of Cinder Fall, who smiled arrogantly. She had attacked when Sasuke was distracted, and she was very impressed, although she might not admit it openly, or verbally. The truth is that finishing off those three at that speed and at the same time was something that even she, with her maiden skills, would not find very easy.
But with this attack, it was impossible for him to survive something like that. However, when the smoke cleared and the destruction seemed to calm down, what was found was not a scorched Sasuke, but a stone wall. Sasuke poked his face out in mockery ,— "We're still friends, right?"
Cinder frowned, her pride hurt. She had failed in her attempt to eliminate Sasuke, and now she felt exposed and vulnerable. Sasuke's mocking laughter infuriated her even more.
Cinder frowned, her pride hurt. She had failed in her attempt to eliminate Sasuke, and now she felt exposed and vulnerable. Sasuke's mocking laughter infuriated her even more.
—"Don't make fun of me!" Cinder shouted, launching another blast of fire towards Sasuke. But the young man dodged the attack with ease, moving at surprising speed.
—"You look really upset ," Sasuke said with a smile. —"I wasn't making fun of you, I just wanted to know if we're still friends, because if we're not, then I won't feel so guilty when I defeat you."
The masked man stopped mocking. Sasuke decided to attack. He made hand seals, —"Katon: Hibashiri ." Immediately, several projectiles came out of his mouth, moving in different directions, as if they were small birds of fire. Cinder saw the fire projectiles approaching her, so she decided to fly, but she didn't notice that the projectiles were also coming from above. Dodging was practically impossible.
The explosion was heart-wrenching and the flames spread, but Cinder wasn't going down with that attack. The fury inside her grew as she felt the power of fire licking at her body. The heat surrounded her, but it didn't burn her. It was as if the flames danced around her, respecting her presence.
The problem was that Sasuke wasn't going to give her that break to recover from the attack. Before she could even think of fighting back, Sasuke was already in front of her, his hand directly touching one of her breasts.
Cinder blinked, taken aback by the unexpected action.
—"Wow, this must be a B cup," Sasuke muttered, impressed by the softness. But before Cinder could react, the masked man grabbed Cinder's face with his bare hand and then gave a strong yank, so strong that Cinder collided with the nearest wall. The blow was devastating and she ended up in the forest outside the castle, crashing into the trees and leaving a trail of destruction in her wake.
Sasuke, oblivious to the fury his action had provoked in Cinder, began to dance.
The scene was comically surreal. The powerful warrior, Cinder Fall, had been defeated and humiliated in a matter of seconds by a masked young man who was now dancing joyfully.
—"I have to admit, that was very impressive," said Salem, who had been watching the fight from her stone throne. SHe stood up, her analytical gaze exuding admiration for the warrior before him. —"I don't even see a wound on your clothing, not a scratch. My servants couldn't even touch you."
—"I'm more impressed that you didn't sneak attack me while I was fighting," Sasuke replied, bowing in gratitude.
—"That would have been rude. I show respect to my enemies, even the most insignificant ones," said Salem, who immediately began to radiate a dark, oppressive aura. Her hands crackled with electricity, and tiny orbs the size of dark marbles began to float around her.
—"I would propose that you work for me, but those I choose as my servants do not seek me out, I seek them out, because they have something to offer me beyond power and skills. So you, Sasuke, will have to die, because I did not seek you out, you sought me out, and just like an intruder in a kingdom, I, the queen of the Grimm, will annihilate you."
A rainbow-colored lightning bolt shot out from Salem's hands and rushed towards Sasuke, who quickly dodged the attack. It was fast and swift, almost surpassing the speed of lightning.
The scene became tense. Salem's initial admiration had turned into a deadly threat. Sasuke, for his part, remained alert, aware of the danger posed by the queen of the Grimm. The battle was about to begin.
The lightning seemed to have a will of its own, bending and pursuing Sasuke insistently. Salem did not let up on her attack, a shower of magical energy that lashed at the masked man like shooting stars in the night. In the blink of an eye, the castle was reduced to rubble, every last block of carved stone pulverized.
The attack seemed like suicide, even to Salem, but she was immortal. Any damage she took would be instantly healed, while her enemy would be severely injured, if not dead. Given the scale of the destruction, any other living being would have perished, even with the protection of an aura.
—"It's a pity, I really liked this castle," Salem said with a hint of melancholy in her voice.
Suddenly, she noticed hands emerging from the ground and grabbing her feet.
—"What is this?" Salem exclaimed, surprised.
In an instant, she was sunk into the ground until only her head was exposed.
At that moment, a fire dragon crackled from the skies, descending with incandescent fury. The impact was devastating, the nearby trees were consumed in a hell of flames.
Salem's wounds healed, she was not hurt in the slightest. Although her clothes were tattered, destroyed, her naked body could almost be seen, with a snap the clothes began to regenerate.
But she was still shocked, her eyes could not understand, because when she saw the level of destruction around her, she was shocked,— "this is impossible, this level of destruction cannot be produced by a single person, even more so a mortal."
Salem's voice echoed in disbelief, her eyes scanning the devastated landscape. The fire dragon had left a deep scar in the land, a testament to the power it had unleashed. The once majestic trees were now mere charred skeletons, and the air reeked of smoke and ash.
Salem couldn't believe her eyes. She, who had witnessed the destruction of entire kingdoms and the fall of civilizations, had never seen such destructive power in the hands of a single individual.
And what was even more surprising was that this power came from a mortal, a being whose existence was so ephemeral compared to his own.
—"Who the hell is that human?" Salem uttered, her voice echoing with surprise and confusion.
In that instant, a fist connected directly with her jaw, said jaw flying through the air. Salem immediately regenerated, returning the blow to Sasuke, who dodged it with agility. Sasuke counterattacked with another punch to Salem's face.
Salem attacked furiously, but Sasuke dodged each blow and responded with precise counterattacks. Each blow that landed on Salem shattered her flesh and bones, but the witch didn't seem fazed, as she regenerated as quickly as she was wounded.
Salem's black blood darkened the ground, a punch from Sasuke managed to twist Salem's arm at an odd angle, but the witch's limb swung around and grabbed Sasuke's masked face. Quickly, Salem grabbed Sasuke like a doll and slammed him into the ground, continuing to punch after punch. Black tentacles emerged from the ground and grabbed Sasuke's body, the tentacles rose into the air for about 30 meters and then came down with speed, the blow was like an earthquake.
And now, Salem's surprise was even greater. Sasuke's body had disappeared, leaving in its place a simple wooden trunk. — "What?" Salem exclaimed, bewildered.
At that instant, she felt a blow to her back that disoriented her, followed by a kick to the back of her head, another blow to her rib, and then a barrage of blows coming from all directions. Her eyes took in what was happening: five copies of Sasuke surrounded her, each of them attacking with relentless ferocity.
The ground beneath Salem's feet shook, and hands grabbed her feet, lifting her into the air. A row of Sasuke-shaped bodies, connected at the feet and hands, waved Salem around like a comet, launching her into the air. As the witch flew through the sky, she slowly watched as a bolt of lightning struck her, enveloping her in an explosion of light and energy.
It was like watching a nova explode, fire crackled and hurricane-force winds shook the sky.
The scene was apocalyptic.
Salem quickly recovered and flew towards Sasuke, falling like a comet. Upon hitting the ground, a string of electricity ran through the earth, electrocuting the Sasuke clones.
—"Where are you? Don't hide!" Salem shouted, her voice echoing across the devastated landscape.
The electrical discharge sent tremors through the ground, kicking up dust and debris around Salem, her eyes scanning the surroundings, searching for any trace of her elusive enemy. The air crackled with residual energy, a reminder of the raw power she wielded.
But Sasuke was nowhere to be found.
The clones had disappeared, leaving Salem alone in the midst of devastation. The silence was eerie, broken only by the crackling of embers and the distant rumble of collapsing structures.
Salem's frustration grew with each passing second. She had unleashed the full extent of her power, but Sasuke had managed to evade her attacks time and time again. The thought of being toyed with by a mere mortal infuriated her.
—"Show yourself, coward!" She shouted, his voice filled with rage.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Sasuke, unharmed and seemingly unfazed by the chaos around him. He stood calmly, his eyes fixed on Salem.
—"You are too confident ," he said, his voice calm and collected. —"Being immortal, you put aside your defense, only attacking in the hope of overwhelming your enemy."
Salem's eyes narrowed. —"You dare lecture me?" She hissed.
—"I'm just pointing out your way of fighting," Sasuke replied with a shrug. —"I'm not like the enemies you've faced before. If you want to beat me , you'll have to do better than that."
Salem's anger reached a boiling point. She lunged at Sasuke, her hands crackling with energy, ready to unleash another devastating attack. But Sasuke was ready for her. He moved with lightning speed, dodging her blows and landing blows of his own.
The battle continued, a whirlwind of power and agility. Salem's attacks were relentless, but Sasuke seemed to anticipate her every move. He danced around her blows, taunting her with his superior skill and speed.
Fascinating in equal parts: a battle where destruction and grace intertwined in a macabre dance. At the center, an immortal witch, whose power seemed to defy the laws of nature, faced a mortal warrior, whose technique and determination made up for his lack of magic. It was a clash of titans, a duel where the predictable faded away with every second, leaving a veil of uncertainty over the final outcome.
Salem, the immortal witch, was feeling a growing frustration. Despite her vast experience and magical might, the warrior, a certain Sasuke, seemed to resist each of her attacks. Her blows, although accurate, failed to knock him down; instead, they seemed to infuse him with new energy. Sasuke got up again and again, with unwavering determination, while Salem, to her surprise, found herself receiving a thorough beating.
The witch, whose ego had been fed for centuries, could not remember the last time she had been hurt in such a way. Had Ozma, in one of his countless reincarnations, managed to inflict similar wounds on her? The question echoed in her mind, as she dodged another attack from Sasuke, a whirlwind of force and precision that forced her to retreat.
Sasuke, with the precision of a surgeon and the ferocity of a demon, delivered a blow charged with electricity to Salem's chest. The warrior's hand passed through the witch's body as if it were butter, protruding from her back. A sardonic smile spread across Sasuke's face. — "Wow, who would have thought ," he commented, in a mocking tone, — "you do have a heart, after all."
Salem, surprise on her face, grabbed Sasuke with surprising strength. Before the warrior could react, the witch lifted him into the air and slammed him into the ground with the force of a hammer. The impact echoed across the battlefield, raising a cloud of dust and rocks.
But Sasuke was no mere mortal. His body began to glow with blinding intensity, electricity building up inside him like a storm in a teacup. And then, the explosion. A wave of energy rocked the battlefield, sending Salem flying through the air. The witch, scorched and bruised, slowly rose to her feet, her wounds healing at an astonishing speed.
Salem could not understand the existence of this human. He was an enigma that defied all logic and reason. Sasuke did not possess magic, but he could bend the elements to his will, unleashing a destructive power that far surpassed his own. It was as if nature had broken the mold by creating this warrior, a being that defied the laws of physics and logic.
Sasuke approached Salem, his gaze scanning the witch's body with a mix of surprise and... appreciation? The immortal's clothes were in tatters, revealing a statuesque body that, despite the battle, remained strangely attractive.
—"Are you trying to seduce me, young lady?" Sasuke asked, with a mocking smile. —"I'm sorry, my heart already belongs to another woman."
Salem growled, snapped her fingers, and her clothes instantly rebuilt themselves. Sasuke's gaze reflected a hint of jealousy, a feeling that took him by surprise. He would like to have that ability too!
But the misfortune was not over for the warrior. Almost half of his tunic had been destroyed in the explosion, revealing a pair of underwear with a peculiar pattern: pink hearts and arrows.
Salem looked at the warrior with a raised eyebrow. Sasuke, feeling watched, shrugged with an embarrassed smile.
—"Don't judge me," he excused himself. —"They were on sale."
The immortal witch, dressed in her restored attire, and the mortal warrior, with his tattered clothes and heart-shaped underwear, looked more like clowns than legendary warriors.
Despite the absurdity of the situation, the tension in the air did not diminish. The battle had reached a stalemate, a clash of forces where neither opponent seemed capable of delivering the final blow.
Salem and Sasuke stared at each other, their eyes reflecting a mixture of respect and determination. The fight would continue, a spectacle where destruction and grace intertwined in a macabre dance.
—"Who the fuck are you?" Salem growled, her patience running out. Suddenly, pitch-black tentacles emerged from the ground, writhing menacingly towards Sasuke. The scene had a theatrical air, as if the witch was trying to intimidate the warrior with a macabre dance of shadows.
Sasuke, unfazed by the display of power, replied with disconcerting calm, —"I've already said who I am… but I think you're trying to ask who I am in a more personal sense." A dramatic pause, and then, an enigmatic smile. —"I could give an ambiguous answer, a 'savior,' perhaps."
—"A 'savior'?" Salem repeated, arching an eyebrow skeptically. The word sounded strange in this context, like a discordant note in a symphony of destruction.
—"Yes," Sasuke said, as if he were talking about the weather.— "I have come to this world on a mission. My existence here is relatively short, but I am determined to save the world you live in and try to destroy... or conquer."
The warrior began to pace back and forth, his gaze scanning the surreal landscape around him. The dark forest, the Grimm pits that rose like hungry maws, the shadowy creatures that drew closer, drawn by the presence of their queen.
—"This war you had with Ozpin changed their dynamic," Sasuke continued, his voice echoing in the silence of the forest. —"Ozpin is dead, and very soon you too will be defeated. But for now, you have a role to play in this grand scheme I'm building."
Salem let out a mocking laugh. The idea that this puny human could kill her was ridiculous. Over the millennia, countless men had tried, even Ozma, her former husband and envoy of the gods themselves, had failed time and time again. What chance did this conceited mortal have?
—"Kill me?" Salem scoffed.— "Many have tried, even Ozma, who was known as Ozpin in this life. And he's not dead, by the way. He always comes back, like a cockroach."
The witch's words echoed in Sasuke's mind. —"So Ozpin is like you? Immortal?" he asked, his tone intrigued.
—"A different kind of immortality," Salem confirmed, with a grimace of disgust.
—"Ozpin's body was buried. I saw his funeral myself," Sasuke replied, confused. —"Does he come back to life?"
—"It's more like a parasite that goes from body to body," Salem explained, her expression one of revulsion. The memory of Ozpin, the man she once loved, now evoked only hatred in her heart.
The revelation left Sasuke perplexed. Salem's immortality was a concept he could understand, but Ozpin's was something else entirely. A parasite that jumped from body to body... The idea was as strange as it was disturbing.
—"A parasite?" Sasuke repeated, with a raised eyebrow.— "So Ozpin is like a... a body snatcher?"
Salem nodded, smirking. —"Exactly. A body snatcher who thinks he's a hero."
—"Interesting," Sasuke commented, with a smile. —"So Ozpin is like a... a fancy zombie?"
Salem looked at her in exasperation.— "A fancy zombie? Really? That's the best you can come up with?"
Sasuke shrugged, smiling innocently. —"Hey, it's not every day you meet an immortal witch and a body-hopping parasite. Gotta seize the moment, right?"
Sasuke sighed, looking at the army of Grimm surrounding him. Millions of dark creatures, ready to tear him apart. The scene was grim, a Dantesque spectacle that would chill anyone's blood. But Sasuke, on the other hand, seemed rather... curious.
—"I suppose you've had enough of playing," he said, with a calmness that contrasted with the ferocity of his surroundings.
Salem smiled, a cold, calculating smile.— "You have proclaimed that you would attempt to defeat me. That means you will stand in the way of my plans. You will not leave here alive." The witch gestured toward the Grimm army. —"I can see how you pant, how you breathe heavily. We have fought for two whole days. It is surprising that you have lasted this long. No one in this world has ever lasted this long in a fight with me, at least head-on. Be honored, Sasuke. I will remember your name for the posterity of time."
Sasuke was unfazed by the threat. Neither the Grimm army nor Salem's words seemed to faze him. —"But I'm not really going to get in the way of your plans," he replied with a laugh.
—"What?" Salem exclaimed, shocked. If the man wasn't going to stop her plans for the world, why had he proclaimed that he was going to defeat her? Confusion was evident on her face.
—"Don't get me wrong," Sasuke clarified . —"In the end, you will be defeated, but it is in my best interest that you carry out your plans, that you try to plunge the world into despair, that you bend the will of man, that you make humanity suffer. There is nothing that unites people more than pain."
Sasuke's words rang through the air, cold and calculating. His plan was macabre, a strategy that played on desperation and suffering. Salem, accustomed to manipulating humanity, was intrigued by the sight of that man.
—"So you want me to carry out my plans," Salem said, with a wicked grin.— "You want me to plunge the world into chaos and then... what? Save it?"
Sasuke nodded.— "Exactly."
Salem, surprised by the man's unexpected vision of the world, couldn't help but smile. However, the idea that this mortal could defeat her was absurd.
With a lazy wave of her hand, she ordered her army of Grimm, dark as night, to rush at Sasuke and tear him apart.
But something strange happened. The Grimm, who moments before seemed eager to attack, did not move. They stood motionless, like stone statues, not taking a single step toward their prey.
—"Why aren't they moving?" Salem whispered, bewildered. —"Kill him!" she screamed, trying to exert more control over the beasts. But even her scream failed to rouse the Grimm from their slumber. Why weren't they moving? She was the ruler of these lands, every Grimm in the Remnant obeyed her, her will was the command that guided these creatures.
Sasuke, watching the scene with a bored expression, spoke,— "So that's how it works? Your will is what moves these creatures, and by having a connection to them by being part Grimm, you can give them orders."
Salem looked at the man suspiciously.
—"So will," Sasuke continued, —"that's what drives these beasts. Because your will is set on destroying humanity, on causing suffering, they obey and do exactly what you want, just as if you decided to protect humanity, the Grimm would protect humans."
Sasuke, with a calm that chilled the blood, raised his hand. At that instant, a Grimm, from among the countless army surrounding them, began to move. —"But if there are two wills that can command the Grimm," Sasuke said, his voice echoing in the deathly silence, —"the only one who can control this army of beasts is the one with the strongest will."
And then, that Grimm attacked Salem. The witch, shocked by the creature's audacity, couldn't stop the tentacles that emerged from the ground from tearing the Grimm apart in an instant, controlled by Sasuke. The scene was grotesque, a horror show that would chill anyone's blood.
—"H-How did you do that?" Salem asked, her tone reflecting surprise and a hint of fear. No one had ever undermined her will over those beasts, it was impossible, unless... —"You are..."
—"I am part Grimm, but at the same time I'm not," Sasuke stated, his voice full of mockery.— "I have a certain essence, but believe me, I'm not a Grimm."
Sasuke took a step towards the witch, who instinctively backed away. Salem's gaze reflected a mix of confusion and fear. What kind of creature was this man? How had he managed to defy her will over the Grimm?
—"Don't you dare challenge my power," Salem hissed, her eyes shining with a terrifying intensity. —"I am the queen of these lands, the master of these beasts. Your will is nothing compared to mine."
—"Your power is an illusion," Sasuke replied, his voice chilling.— "I am the darkness that stalks you, the abyss that awaits you. Your will will bend before mine, your kingdom will fall before my presence."
The situation had reached a critical point. Salem, the immortal witch, was faced with a reality she had never anticipated. The power she believed to be absolute over her Grimm army had vanished, taken away by an unknown force. Every time Sasuke came closer, Salem recoiled, fear growing within her.
Trapped against a tree, with no way out, Salem felt Sasuke's hand touch her forehead. Through the warrior's mask, the witch saw deep blue eyes like the ocean, shining with an electrifying intensity. They radiated a power that defied all understanding.
—"Don't be afraid, Salem," Sasuke said, his voice echoing in the silence of the forest. The witch tried to speak, to deny her fear, but the words refused to come out . —"I've already proven what I wanted," Sasuke continued, his gaze locked with Salem's eyes. —"Just remember this: your end is inevitable. I will finish what Ozpin couldn't: kill you. And I will finish what you couldn't: kill Ozpin."
Salem remained silent, unable to utter a word. She felt Sasuke's hands grab her face, holding it tightly. The witch couldn't help but shiver at the warrior's touch.
—"That's a promise," Sasuke said, his voice full of determination. —"And I don't break my promises."
With a puff of smoke, Sasuke disappeared, leaving Salem alone in the dark, devastated forest. The witch, confused, and for the first time in millennia, felt fear. A deep, paralyzing fear that consumed her completely.
The scene was macabre, a reminder of the fragility of power and the inevitability of fate. Salem, the immortal, the feared, the one who had defied gods and kings, now found herself at the mercy of a mortal. A mortal who had promised her death and that of her eternal enemy.
The forest remained silent, darkness reigning over the scene. The battle was over, but the war was just beginning. A war where will, power and fear would intertwine in an uncertain dance.
The future was uncertain, an abyss of possibilities where darkness and hope fought to prevail. But one thing was certain: Sasuke's promise would echo through time, a constant reminder of the fate that awaited Salem and its world.
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In the heart of the majestic Menagerie, the residence of the Belladonna family, a dinner was taking place which, despite its elegance, was mired in an atmosphere of tedium and banality. Conversations, like leaves carried by the wind, fluttered aimlessly, resting fleetingly on trivial topics.
Kali Belladonna, dressed in a new dress that enhanced her already dazzling beauty, had become the center of attention. Her elegance and grace did not go unnoticed by anyone, and compliments, like busy bees, buzzed around her.
Ghira Belladonna, her husband, was the object of envy and congratulations everywhere. Those present, with a touch of malicious humour, did not hesitate to point out how lucky he was to have such a beautiful woman at his side, especially considering his own, let us say, less attractive appearance.
Ghira, with a sly smile, was no slouch at the joke game. He fondly recalled, along with Sienna Khan, those times when the two of them had engaged in a competition of gluttony over canned fish. The epic battle, which had ended in a technical draw and a couple of severely resentful stomachs, continued to generate laughter and hilarious anecdotes.
The evening was spent between laughter and biting comments, but the conversation, despite its lightness, lacked depth and substance. The topics, like soap bubbles, arose and vanished with the same speed, leaving a vacuum of meaning in the atmosphere.
Blake Belladonna felt more lost than a tourist in a mirror maze. Never, not even in her most surreal dreams, would she have imagined witnessing such a scene: her father and Sienna Khan, sharing a table and tablecloth, without a single spark of insult, grievance or fight! Had the world gone mad?
And the culprit of such a miracle, the architect of this unthinkable truce, was a certain Hashirama Senju. A name that resonated with an aura of mystery and fascination!
This man, like the sun at high noon, radiated positivity at every second. His smile, brighter than a beacon in the night, had the power to illuminate even the darkest corner of the soul. And his charisma, ah, his charisma! It was like an irresistible magnet that attracted people to him, like bees to a honeycomb.
Every time Hashirama Senju opened his mouth, the entire world seemed to stop to listen to his words. His stories, anecdotes and reflections, told with contagious passion, resonated in the hearts of every listener, awakening emotions and feelings that had been dormant.
As alert as Blake was with this man, as good as this man was, she couldn't help but feel alert. Not because this man was bad or because she felt anything suspicious, but she had simply had a life of so many disappointments that feeling alert was a common occurrence, no matter if people were good or bad, if their initial intentions were good or dishonest, she was always alert.
But this man made her let her guard down very quickly.
—"So this sand raccoon-shaped monster was huge, Shukaku, that was its name," Hashirama spoke, gesturing, raising his hands as if to imply how immense this creature was. Every time Hashirama told one of his stories everyone paid attention, captivated. These stories that Hashirama told really seemed very, very false, he spoke of strange monsters with tails, of fights he had against subjects who had incredible abilities, of fights so epic that they destroyed and molded the terrain around them. Blake didn't believe any of those stories, but his father, his mother and Sienna believed in his words, it was strange.
—"And then, boom! Shukaku unleashed a devastating attack, a giant sandball that swept away everything in its path!" Hashirama exclaimed, imitating the sound of the explosion and gesturing as if he were dodging the attack. Those present, absorbed in the story, watched him with wide eyes, like children listening to a bedtime story.
Blake, for her part, couldn't help but roll her eyes. Did they really believe in such crazy stories? Didn't they see that they were pure inventions? But, looking around, she noticed that everyone, even her father and Sienna, were fascinated by Hashirama's words.
—"But I, with my cunning and my powerful Wood Release jutsu, managed to stop the Shukaku's attack," Hashirama continued, puffing out his chest in pride. —"I created a giant wooden cage that enclosed the monster and left it with no escape!"
—"Wow!" exclaimed a Sun, his eyes full of admiration.— "Hashirama is amazing!"
Blake couldn't help but giggle.— " Incredibly fanciful ," she thought. But despite her skepticism, she couldn't deny that Hashirama had a special gift for storytelling. He managed to capture everyone's attention and transport them to fantastical and exciting worlds.
—"But Shukaku broke free from its prison, so I summoned the Great Gamabunta?!" Hashirama narrated excitedly, pausing dramatically to build anticipation. —"The Toad Boss of Mount Myoboku, a creature that matched Shukaku in size! I stepped into the Toad Boss's head and we fought that creature!"
The truth is that Hashirama was a born storyteller. His stories, though far-fetched, came to life through his passion and expressiveness. The gestures, voices and sound effects he used made the audience completely immerse themselves in his tales.
—"Every time that beast roared, it caused trees to break away from the ground and fly into the sky!" Hashirama exclaimed, spreading his arms as if he were about to be swept away by a tornado. —"It was a fierce battle! For a moment I thought I wasn't going to win... And then..."
Suddenly, Hashirama fell silent, as if he had forgotten what he was going to say. His smile faded and his eyes widened slightly, as if he had noticed something strange.
Everyone present was taken aback by the abrupt interruption of the narration. The atmosphere, which until then had been full of excitement and enthusiasm, became tense and expectant.
—"Did something happen?" Sienna asked, a little puzzled.
Hashirama blinked a few times, as if coming back from a trance. Then, he smiled shyly and replica, —"No, I just learned something new."
—"Learn something new?" Blake repeated, frowning. —"What is it?"
—"Well, it turns out that while I was telling my story, I realized that... I don't remember how it ends!" Hashirama confessed, scratching his head with a confused expression.
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