The last defender (K/da X oc)

Chapter 20 Let's do this one more time.

With Hanzo:

Hanzo was standing at the back gate of the base. He was waiting for Jindaraja, he needed to give Hanzo one last important Item for the Journey, Hanzo just had his sword, his throwing knives, and a pack full to the brim with explosives, not even packing any food, or sleeping supplies, and his only water source was a small canteen on his waist. He cut corners wherever he could, he cut out the metal plates from his armor, leaving him only with light padding, that served more for keeping the user warm than actually doing something to protect the user, he dropped everything he did not need for the mission, he needed to be as light as possible, but he still kept two unnecessary things, his kitsune mask from Rumi, and his face mask from Rubashi. He was to make it all the way to the enemy portal from here, in the span of today, a seemingly impossible feat. That put a lot of weight on Hanzo's shoulders, he was the chosen one, and he must do it, Not only that, he owed it to his friends, he promised them to make their dreams come through, he must not fail, and he must survive.

But then Jindaraja finally came into view from behind the corner, leading a horse, a majestic strong horse, he looked healthy and very strong.

Jindaraja: This here, is your ticket to their camp, Her name is Bessy, and she is a fast horse, I took care of her for a good 3 years, and she served good to me and to the mission, and now it is time for her last job, like for all of us.

Hanzo just nodded and took on the backpack and he mounted the horse. He did not like to speak now, he was too angry, too focused, too sad, and too filled with regret to say anything.

Jindaraja: Good luck Hanzo, may fate guide you.

Hanzo started to ride off with the horse, but Jindaraja could hear a single sentence from Hanzo's mouth before he vanished behind the gate.

Hanzo: Fate is a bitch.

With Jindaraja

As Jindaraja stared at the gate, thinking about Hanzo, and hoping everything would go alright, from behind the very same corner he came from, Takashi came too. Both of them have neutral expressions, and lack of any emotion.

Takashi: So... He is gone...

Jindaraja: Yes, yes he is...

Takashi: Well, it is time to set our timers up, we have only a few hours left before you know what...

Jindaraja: Yes...yes... I will go to my office, I will give the troops a final speech before the battle, until then I will enjoy the latest print of the Make-out tactics I got my hands on, You are welcome to join me if you want.

Takashi: Yea, I guess that would be nice, but wouldn't be good to inform all of the troops about their fate? They deserve it, they deserve to know what will they lay their lives for.

Jindaraja: It will be better to keep them thinking they can survive, Playing it out like a last stand, informing them now or in front of the battle would destroy their morale and whatever is left of their hopes. More so, Me telling them is not part of the prophecy, you know that I don't want to go against it.

Takashi then started to get angry, pent-up anger from having to lose everyone, finally emerging.

Takashi: I'm starting to get sick of this, Prophecy or not these men deserve to know their fate, we are forging our fates, not the other way around.

But Jindaraja got angry too, as he was now in a weak mental state, he knew what was to happen, and what man could willingly approach his fate like that, especially if it involved his death, oh right, Zabuza, he knew he was going to die, but he took it as a hero, but Jindaraja simply was not out of the same dough as him.