𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘌𝘋𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘋 𝘓𝘌𝘎𝘈𝘊𝘠 | ⁿᵃʳᵘᵗᵒ

The Battle

THE BATTLE

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Screams echoed throughout the battlefield. Some as a battle cry, and others as anguish. It was nothing but chaos. Shinobi sprinting around one another, the clang of metal, the smell of blood and vomit filling the air. Bodies littered the ground. It was almost impossible to not step on part of a fallen Shinobi, whether it was still attached to their body or not. Blood was splattered on almost every inch of the dirt and grass below them. What was once a beautiful open field filled with tall grass and shrubs, was now filled with dead bodies and blood.

Asami grunted, swinging her chokuto into the stomach of the Sarutobi clan member. The straight blade slid across their flesh, blood splattering from the slice and onto the grass. It joined the blood that was spilled there from someone else's wound. Their eyes went wide, hacking up a mixture of blood and bile. Stumbling backward, they fell to the ground back first, blood gurgling from their mouth and dribbling from their cheek. They twitched, obviously still alive, though they were dying a slow, painful death.

She flicked the blood off of the blade, looking away.

Asami had lost count now of how many people had died because of her.

The moment the Uchiha stepped on the battlefield, chaos ensued. Sarutobi clan members rushed at them with their weapons, not wasting a second. The flash of a fire jutsu and some smoke. A sudden explosion. There was no discussion—no diplomacy. Only violence. Asami wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it wasn't to be charged the second they spotted one another. Not that she thought there would be a formal handshake and bow before someone was shanked—but the chaos of it all took her by surprise. It was all so... mindless.

That wasn't the only thing that stuck out in Asami's mind, though. Hana had been swept away, disappearing into the swarm of shinobi fighting amongst themselves. Since they were separated at the beginning, she hadn't seen her. It was worrying.

Activating her Sharingan, she scanned the open field, looking for her sister. Anxiety pooled in her chest, not able to see her. She could tick off plenty Uchiha, but not the Uchiha she was looking for. The infuriating Sarutobi clan members were so erratic in their fighting style, not to mention the absolutely annoying tendency to create clouds of smoke to give them cover, making it hard to focus on anything for long. She was worried about her. She said she wouldn't linger over her shoulder. And she hadn't. So far at least. She may have told Izuna she wouldn't be attached to her sister's hip just for the sake of protecting her, but just because she told that to Izuna didn't mean she would actually keep her promise. She needed confirmation she was okay. Securing her sister's safety was more important than keeping her word.

So focused on spotting Hana, she nearly missed the blade sliding over her shoulder. Asami flipped around, striking at whoever attempted to swipe at her neck.

Expecting to see another aggravating Sarutobi, she blinked, taken aback at the sight of a man with shaggy brown hair hanging in his eyes. A man adorning the Senju crest, blood splattered across his battle armor. The man smirked at her surprise, thin eyebrows narrowing. "Uchiha. Pleased to see me?"

It seemed Izanami was right about the Senju showing up to the fight. They really did like to stick their nose in others business.

"Pleasantly," Asami responded, raising her chokuto, the thought of her sister leaving her mind for a moment. Her focus was on slitting the even more aggravating Senju's throat. Honestly, she would have preferred it to be a Sarutobi. Less annoying.

Somewhere across the battlefield, the sudden shout from her elder cousin rang out.

"HASHIRAMAAAAA!"

Asami cringed, knowing the outraged cry from Madara was bound to turn into a nasty scene.