Arc XChapter13
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<strong><b>Arc XChapter1</b></strong><strong><b>3</b></strong>
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The enemy summoned his chakra. Arctic winds surrounded his figure, gathering, obeying hismand. “Ice Release: Wolf Fang Avnche Technique...”
Several explosions disrupted his jutsu. Nee-sanintervened with a barrage of fire, an array of purple beams.
Nee-sanclicked her tongue, shaking her head in utmost contempt, disappointed by the enemy''s meagre intellect and apparentck ofmon sense.It was always the same. “Oh my, my friend, I think you misunderstand your position. Threatening my cute little Yuki-chan with your evil, evil jutsu~. What are you thinking~? You can''t hurt my cute little treasure~, right~?
“...”Defiance was their answer.
The enemyleader clenched his fist in obvious frustration. Nee-san''s wordsangered him, not much to Yuki''ssurprise. Nee-sanwas many things,but humility and modesty were certainly not among her fortes. Her formtion elicitedhis wrath.
Nee-sandrew her steel, a de north far from home. Purple mes coated her swordin glee.Nee-sanwas serious. This was the first time that Yukiwitnessed Nee-sanfightingin earnest. It was just like in her dreams, Nee-san, the epitome of grace and elegance, the warrior princess from legends!
The enemy smirked.”So her highness finally decided to deign usmoners with her noble presence. You underestimate us at your own peril,ss.”
“...”His provocations proved ineffective. Nee-sanlifted her de, her hand gripping the hilt, the tip facing the enemy. “Yuki, Katsuki, ... Retreat. Stay back and protect the Princess. Nee-sanwill take care of them. The enemy is still beyond your offensive capabilities. Engaging them would be foolish.”
Yuki agreed wholeheartedly with Nee-san''s assessment. Not that such was pretty obvious beforehand without Nee-santhrowing poor Yuki and Katsuki nearly into the jaws of death. Yuki didn''tin and decided to graciously overlook Nee-san''s how fortunate of them to survivement.”Understood.”
Yuki hopped back to safety across the newith Katsuki tightly enclosed in her arms, careful notto trip again. The nefarious snow wouldn''t get her this time.
The fight continued. Nee-sanwielded her deand disappeared ... Her figure vanished into thin air.
The enemy''s eyes widened in shock. “Shittttttt ... Disperse! DISPERSE!!!”
The man named Nadare slidbackwards. His men dispersed in an instant.
As Yuki thought, Nee-sanwas fast, far too fast for her untrained eyes, barely a flickering shadow. Her senseswere still unable to follow her movements.
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Frozen winds were blowing across the icy ne. A cial smirk adorned Nee-san''s face. “I missed ... How unusual ...Must be my age. I guess I am growing old.”
Nee-sanretracted her sword. “Still ... a close call, Nadare, if my memory serves me right.”
A deep oblique cut surfaced across his armour. Her de might have missed its mark, but her tip grazed his frontal armour te. A gentle touch nearly sufficed to split steel apart.
“...”Nadare''s hand wandered towards his pouch, rummaging through his arsenal of tools, only waiting for the battle to continue.
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“Fubuki, Mizore ...”
“...”His men paid attention.
“We enact formation omega.”
“Omega?”The woman voiced her doubts.
“Omega.”Nadare reconfirmed his decision, and prepared. “Ready?”
Fubuki. “Ready.”
Mizore. “Ready.”
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His eyes narrowed. Nadare red at them, monitoring Nee-san''s every move, analysing her stance, identifying potential weaknesses. Not that Nee-sanhad any weaknesses to begin with. Nee-sanwas purrfect in all aspects. As if a mere ninja could defeat her perfect Nee-san. Unimaginable. Impossible. A heretical thought of sacrilegious proportions, not to be uttered aloud.
“Go, Nee-san!!!”Yuki cheered for her Nee-sanfrom behind, shaking her fictional pompoms in unwavering support.
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“:.. GO!”Nadare issued his order. Their attackmenced. “Show the bitch our PRIDE, our HONOUR, our STRENGTH!”
Smoke erupted from their position. His pouch had produced a set of smoke bombs.
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The frigid winds cleared the smoke and no ninja whatsoever was to been seen.
“Hehehehe, oh my, they are smarter than they look. Well yed.”Nee-sansheathed her sword and resorted to an amused giggle.
The enemy had chosen ... to run with their tails between their legs, despite all contrary derations of false bravado and personal honour.
As Yuki learned, both ounted for little in the world of ninja. Ultimately, even they were cowards when things were about to get sticky, little better than mercenaries. No sense of honour. No sense of duty. No loyalty beyond their vige and their immediate interests. Only eyes for the gold lining up in their pockets.
Nee-sanwas right when she called them misguided and disposable tools, mindless puppets without conviction fighting other people''s wars for personal greed and lured by coin. Mercenaries like them would be forgotten by history.
They were ves of their own choosing and masters of none, trapped for all of eternity in their invisible cages. Such was the destiny of every ninja.
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Escape was his only choice. Doto was running, fleeing as far his legs carried him. His castle was burning. Explosions were ringing the distance. The sound of fighting, of steel shing, permeated the castle turned into a battlefield. His men were outnumbered and outfought as the tide of battle had turned against them. It was time for him to save his skin. Retreat, regroup, fight another day.
His people had rebelled against him and his benevolent rule, him, him, the bringer of prosperity and peace, of progress and technology. Themon people didn''t understand. Blinded by their ignorance, his retainers and the ns had chosen to revolt against his rightful rule. The people rose up to dispose of him, to rece him with the little bitch. Even his ninja betrayed him. Nadare, Fubuki, Mizore, the dogs of war had turned their back on him the moment it suited them. Spineless cowards. Not that he expected otherwise.
Yet he wouldn''t sumb. Kazaka clenched his fist. Using a secret passage, he would escape and reim his throne from her cold, dead hands. One day, he would restore his rule.
“Hahahaa. Ahahahahaha. Hahahahaha. Hahahahaha.”Doto descended into maddened, insaneughter of a madman deluded. The world would know the glory of Doto Kazahana once again!
His eyes spotted light at the end of the tunnel. The secret passage was about to end with liberty awaiting him. He would journey south, across the sea. He would go into hiding and bide his time. For now, the bitch and her friends had won, but thest word wasn''t spoken yet. He would return ... !
A lone figure stood at the end of the tunnel. The light rendered her silhouette visible in the darkness of torches and subterranean corridors. It was the silhouette of a girl. Long lustrous ck hair. A petite, slender frame. A sword guarded her waist.
Her closed eyes opened, and his blood froze in his veins. He felt unprecedented terror, fear, ... desperation. Menacing purple inteced with a floral pattern ck as the night illuminated the darkness, boring deep into his very soul. These ... These eyes ...
His legs staggered backwards, unwilling to move.
The girl giggled,amused. “Like a rat leaving the sinking ship,aren''t we?”
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An avatar manifested, a grim demon of death entirely armoured in the heaviest te of a design he had never seen before. “We need to talk, Your Grace. A certain person disyed heightened interest in your timely demise. I intend to honour her wish.”
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