She had been watching the gates, watching the shinobi patrol rotation, watching the looks of concern on the alert faces of each and every soldier of Konoha. From her vantage point high above the village proper (Wind Valkyrie - Nimbus) she could watch it all with a hawks eye view.
She had been watching not out of concern for capture for she had long ago escaped her pursuers within their own village. She had told the Hokage that the gods had turned their gaze away from Konoha and she had told the truth, no more souls would go to the deep waters this night… they would simply die.
The unconscious ANBU she had taken with her from her engagement at the Hokage tower now dangled precariously over open air, his limp body held at arms length from the porcelain puppet. Her sharp fingertips suddenly pierced the man’s shoulder where her mechanical grip held him aloft directly above the gathering of gate guards far beneath the girl and the ANBU, squeezing harder until she felt shoulder bones crack beneath her grip.
The ANBU’s blood poured from the new wounds, slowly dripping down his torso, making its way down his leg and then trickling down to the ground far below. It was a long way down but the stillness of the night allowed for the droplets to fall with little divergence in trajectory. Her eyes looked to the still masked face of the limply hanging ANBU, he grip tightening once more, further damaging already crushed bones. She gave him a small smile, as if to say ‘you were a good enemy’…
…then she let go.
~~~
Droplets of viscous liquid fell from the sky, it’s crimson color lost in the dark night. The already alert shinobi hesitated only briefly before one of them made their way to where it appeared to be raining blood, spotlights quickly flooding the area with artificial light.
The shinobi quickly looked up, moving skilfully backwards as the blood was quickly followed by a body with a sickeningly wet thump on impact, the body clearly Konohan ANBU by the armour and telltale mask. A shinobi quickly rushed to the grievously wounded man’s side, indicating to his companions with a silent hand gesture to approach. One of the shinobi rushed over , his hands already glowing with healing chakra by the time they had reached the fallen ANBU.
“Quickly! Roll him!”
The Mednin commanded the other shinobi, quickly sliding to his knees beside the fallen ANBU. The other shinobi present gathered around as the man was rolled over, exposing the large stack of explosive notes scattered all over the ANBU’s chest.
“GET BACK!”
The Mednin screamed as he began to move, but it was too late!
~~~
The explosion roared through the quiet still night air, unnatural flames seared flesh and the concussive blast ruptured internal organs, sending the gathered gate guards flying through the air, slamming them against the walls and surrounding terrain with bone shattering force.
The Mednin’s world seared in pain as he breathed in heavily, face down in the Konohan dirt. He clawed impotently towards the Konohan gates, his concussed brain thinking only of his home, of his wife and children…
A pair of feminine shoes gently came into the view of his fading vision, hauntingly bathed in the light of his still burning comrades scattered around him. He left Ed his head painfully and turned his bloodshot eyes to look up at the body attached to the feet. A young girl, no older than eighteen or nineteen stood over him, scanning the area briefly before looking down at the dying man, a completely neutral expression over her unnaturally perfect, porcelain face
“…ppp…”
The man’s words caught in his damaged throat, his traumatised lungs causing him to fight for the very breath that gave him a voice. Blood dripped from his open mouth as he continued his attempt to talk.
“…please…”
His eyes pleaded with the pale girl more than his impotent words did. She slowly reached down to the man, her cold hand slipping past his outstretched fingertips. Her hand kept reaching, her fingers now outspread as they gently touched his face, slowly forcing his unresisting head back against the ground. With mechanical slowness she continued to lower her hand. Through the wet scream and the crunching of thin facial bones, she lowered her hand. The skin split and skull cracked, she lowered her hand. Her porcelain fingertips touched the solid Konohan ground through visceral mess… she stopped lowering her hand.
Slowly the girl rose to her feet once more, blood dripping from the fingertips of her red right hand. Her eyes looked to Konoha one last time as if daring the village to challenge her, to give her another bright soul to snuff out. Then she turned away, slowly moving towards the great forests, every step taking her further away from the village of hidden in the leaves and the bloody path she has left in her wake.
She knew Konoha would hunt her for what she had done… in fact, she was counting on it!
She had been watching not out of concern for capture for she had long ago escaped her pursuers within their own village. She had told the Hokage that the gods had turned their gaze away from Konoha and she had told the truth, no more souls would go to the deep waters this night… they would simply die.
The unconscious ANBU she had taken with her from her engagement at the Hokage tower now dangled precariously over open air, his limp body held at arms length from the porcelain puppet. Her sharp fingertips suddenly pierced the man’s shoulder where her mechanical grip held him aloft directly above the gathering of gate guards far beneath the girl and the ANBU, squeezing harder until she felt shoulder bones crack beneath her grip.
The ANBU’s blood poured from the new wounds, slowly dripping down his torso, making its way down his leg and then trickling down to the ground far below. It was a long way down but the stillness of the night allowed for the droplets to fall with little divergence in trajectory. Her eyes looked to the still masked face of the limply hanging ANBU, he grip tightening once more, further damaging already crushed bones. She gave him a small smile, as if to say ‘you were a good enemy’…
…then she let go.
~~~
Droplets of viscous liquid fell from the sky, it’s crimson color lost in the dark night. The already alert shinobi hesitated only briefly before one of them made their way to where it appeared to be raining blood, spotlights quickly flooding the area with artificial light.
The shinobi quickly looked up, moving skilfully backwards as the blood was quickly followed by a body with a sickeningly wet thump on impact, the body clearly Konohan ANBU by the armour and telltale mask. A shinobi quickly rushed to the grievously wounded man’s side, indicating to his companions with a silent hand gesture to approach. One of the shinobi rushed over , his hands already glowing with healing chakra by the time they had reached the fallen ANBU.
“Quickly! Roll him!”
The Mednin commanded the other shinobi, quickly sliding to his knees beside the fallen ANBU. The other shinobi present gathered around as the man was rolled over, exposing the large stack of explosive notes scattered all over the ANBU’s chest.
“GET BACK!”
The Mednin screamed as he began to move, but it was too late!
~~~
The explosion roared through the quiet still night air, unnatural flames seared flesh and the concussive blast ruptured internal organs, sending the gathered gate guards flying through the air, slamming them against the walls and surrounding terrain with bone shattering force.
The Mednin’s world seared in pain as he breathed in heavily, face down in the Konohan dirt. He clawed impotently towards the Konohan gates, his concussed brain thinking only of his home, of his wife and children…
A pair of feminine shoes gently came into the view of his fading vision, hauntingly bathed in the light of his still burning comrades scattered around him. He left Ed his head painfully and turned his bloodshot eyes to look up at the body attached to the feet. A young girl, no older than eighteen or nineteen stood over him, scanning the area briefly before looking down at the dying man, a completely neutral expression over her unnaturally perfect, porcelain face
“…ppp…”
The man’s words caught in his damaged throat, his traumatised lungs causing him to fight for the very breath that gave him a voice. Blood dripped from his open mouth as he continued his attempt to talk.
“…please…”
His eyes pleaded with the pale girl more than his impotent words did. She slowly reached down to the man, her cold hand slipping past his outstretched fingertips. Her hand kept reaching, her fingers now outspread as they gently touched his face, slowly forcing his unresisting head back against the ground. With mechanical slowness she continued to lower her hand. Through the wet scream and the crunching of thin facial bones, she lowered her hand. The skin split and skull cracked, she lowered her hand. Her porcelain fingertips touched the solid Konohan ground through visceral mess… she stopped lowering her hand.
Slowly the girl rose to her feet once more, blood dripping from the fingertips of her red right hand. Her eyes looked to Konoha one last time as if daring the village to challenge her, to give her another bright soul to snuff out. Then she turned away, slowly moving towards the great forests, every step taking her further away from the village of hidden in the leaves and the bloody path she has left in her wake.
She knew Konoha would hunt her for what she had done… in fact, she was counting on it!
Continued from here -> https://ninpocho.com/threads/all-warfare-is-deception-5-the-shadow-and-the-puppet.65725/
Force Exit Kiko
Total Run time: 30 minutes
Half time card
Feel free to join this topic even if it’s after the run time to investigate the aftermath if you would like.
Thanks for having me Konoha, hope you come hunt us for revenge etc
Force Exit Kiko
Total Run time: 30 minutes
Half time card
Feel free to join this topic even if it’s after the run time to investigate the aftermath if you would like.
Thanks for having me Konoha, hope you come hunt us for revenge etc