Third Person
Story might depart from original from this point forward.In a once renowned building that housed diplomatic figures in the Land of Snow, the building collapsed to the twisted mind of Uchiha Sasuke, leaving the dead to rot and the ones on the brink of death, to slowly descend to the depths of hell.
One unfortunate soul wouldn't descend, not now nor anytime soon.
The nameless samurai awoke with a frightful start, quickly searching for any weapon to protect her General. Only, her body was unwilling, her torso being covered with metal indented into her tan skin. Seeing her situation, the woman intended to rip the metal out with her seemingly fine hands, only they weren't. They were actually the most damaged part of her. So, consequentially when she sought out to wrench the molded mineral out of her torso, she screeched out in pain and covered her head with her damaged hands only to find she felt more throbbing and anguish in her once useful digits.
The nameless samurai clenched her eyelids together to somehow reduce the unending aching, in the end it was fruitless. So instead, she focused on her chakra, flowing inside her like veins, she focused on her pleasant moments and her most gut-wrenching moments that turned her into a better samurai and woman. When she felt the pain lessen, even just a slight dull in her hands, she gently tore her shirt, clenching her teeth to alleviate some pain, the samurai then wrapped the torn cloth onto her palms.
The woman started to investigate her leg's condition, only to find little shrapnel clung into her legs, the woman scoffed, knowing she could have been more useful if she weren't such a weak-minded samurai. With renewed vigor, even if self destructive, she used her legs to slowly get into a standing position. Being equipped with new mental fortitude, she ignored the agonizing feeling of her injured body parts and again sought out to find her chakra to dull out her reality; pain.
Once dull, the samurai jerked the metal out of her gut.Â
Blood began to spray onto the debris painting a picture of pain and death. The samurai paid no mind to the ghastly image tainted with her spilt vital fluid. She limped with stamina she didn't have to find a man that was not alive, though she was sadly ignorant of the fact. The woman gazed at her dreary surroundings, noting the grey undertone to the sky with little to no sun. Curiously, she noted, it was not snowing, instead the scenery looked still, like a picture, a picture filled with the dead bodies of once honorable samurai. The lingering samurai casted her eyes downwards, unable to look any further.
Slowly drops of clear liquid began to fall from the clouds above, crying for the fallen samurai and sobbing for the lingering one.
The woman still in a dull state of mind, clenched her hands into fists until her scorched bone tore into her equally damaged palms. Clenching her eyes out of focus and using her voice to scream a labored and hoarse,
" I SWEAR UNTO THE SAGE OF SIX PATHS, UCHIHA SASUKE WILL BE SLAUGHTERED TO AVENGE MY HONORABLE BRETHREN."Â
The samurai, Gin Kata, indented her voice to the heavens and in reply, they granted the sun onto the once grey toned scene. Gin Kata tilted her head upwards, a single tear descending from the expansion of her skin, plagued with dirt and bruises taunting her once unblemished mahogany colored face.
Butterflies were wandering to the fallen, the cycle of nature replaying in the samurai's eyes, though she still couldn't satiate her anger towards the group responsible for the unneeded slaughter. Her eyes hardened, her resolve strengthened, her chakra flowing, and with it, she was able to begin the burials of her comrades-in-arms.
Once more, tears were shed, with her delicate working of taking the fallen's weapons and dispatching them off into a pile so they may rest peacefully. The respectable samurai then buried them into a single plot of land, all holding hands. The blood flowed freely into the onslaught of dirt acting as water. The woman, once finished, carefully grabbed a tanto and sheath. The woman, Gin, then grabbed a utility belt and in her plight, gloves to cover her now weakness.
Her hands.
Gin Kata was essentially handless, and she was intent on making that not a weakness, no, an advantage. And the first part of making this an advantage, would have to be cleaning her enraged nerves and skin, so her hands wouldn't fall off, no biggie.
Dead set on not having nubs for hands, she set off to where the infirmary once lay, not without a few breaks though, the numbing effects worn off when she first started burying her brethren. The shrapnel was intent on digging into her calves and inner thighs at all the wrong times. Hobbling to the infirmary, Gin found that it was one of the least damaged parts of the Summit building. Even the shelves were still attached! She found the bottle of hydrogen peroxide and curved clamp pliers to remove said shrapnel.
Once again, for her own mental health, she used her chakra to dull the pain. Once finished and wrapped with medical cloth, she moved towards her gut that only just started to clot, she poured the peroxide on her torso, admiring the white bubbling and tingling to the wound. With her little chakra reserves, she conserved it by eliminating the dulling effects made from her chakra, immediately regretting it.
She took rasping breaths, as if that would help, her nose scrunching up in distress, eyebrows knitting and sweat marring her forehead, not a pretty picture, and preceded to painstakingly wrap her torso slowly with another roll of medical cloth.
Now for the harder part. Her electrically scorched palms and bone peaking digits were screaming for pain.
Sharply inhaling an intake of breath knowing she could've died and would've been pain free, she honestly thought dumbly of herself once she realized she would not be getting out of this anytime soon, seeing as she was a god's entertainment now. She found a large sized bowl that was used as a rag occupier and poured the remaining hydrogen peroxide into the bowl.
She took her blood soaked gloves off of her mangled hands and slowly lowered her hands and awaited the pain, only there wasn't any. She had stopped right at the tip of the liquid. Feeling weak and ashamed, with a scowl, she slapped her palms into the liquid and engulfed her hands in a now scorching liquid, she cursed the gods that allowed her to stay in this treacherous world only to suffer. Having enough of the fizzing agony in company with a slight tingle in her brainwaves that countered the pain as pleasurable, she blamed the pleasurable feeling on being a virgin all her life and wanting excitement no matter the consequences. Now she has a male in her life she will be seeking out, not for the purpose of pleasure though, instead, she wants to see him in pain, in chains, begging for mercy, though mercy she wouldn't give, mercy she will give only onto the ones who are conceited enough to need people and give them a sheltered life, till they are on the brink of collapsing for they need people, yes a life, a mercy she shall give.
Seeing that she is going into known psychopathic tendencies due to her non relishing agony, she once again numbs her nerves for a few dull, peaceful moments. She then wraps her hands with the medical cloth and tenderly put her blood stained gloves on her hands. Once finished cleaning her wounds, she limps towards her once shiny, new locker she would put her training clothes in and placed her samurai armor into her now dented locker, for she will not be known as a samurai, they are honorable, she will be known as the RÅnin.
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First chapter!!! I am kinda just glad I stopped when I did cuz like my AirPods died and I need the Bops to write. If you see any grammatical mistakes, spelling, or mistakes on the information let me know, and thanks for reading!This is a photo of electrocution burnt hands (nevermind, Wattpad regulations)
I have a drawing of what Gin Kata looks like as well for those that are wondering! Thank you and have a nice day!!!!

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