"It's not your fault Hanzo."
"Please, take care of her for me."
"Don't waste your life, son, you are this words only hope."
I started powerless, weak naive.
Yet I build myself to be one of the best there was.
To be the so-called: "Chosen one".
Only...
The journey back was quick, maybe even quicker, his will to save as many people as he could fueling him, to prove himself that he was someone, he was Hanzo the chosen one, not Hanzo the leach, this was his chance to show the word, plus he could maybe save many other powerless people with his influence after this, he needed to save everyone.
Unfortunately, or more so how fate wished it, he arrived late, he was on a hill overlooking the camp, and he saw the camp burning, there was a large hole in the wall too. And not to mention the number of bodies, both allies, and enemies, laid there in thousands.
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Hanzo dismounted his horse and left it in the safety of the hill as he rushed inside, not even bothering to unsheath his sword, Inside, he saw even more bodies, but most of them were the bodies of various creatures of the Void.
But there in the distance, Hanzo saw a couple of figures, he was starting to pray to the fate that there were survivors on his side. He rushed to them and activated his Sharingan for a better view without exposing himself.
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But as he lifted up his headband he took notice that the Sharingan felt better in every way, but he would worry about that later, now he took a nice long look at the figures. And to his dismay, it was a large group of creatures of the Void, but that was not all, there appeared to be some commotion on which all of the creatures were focused on, and through the gaps between them, he finally saw what were they so intently watching.
It was Takashi and Jindaraja, One of which was still standing and swinging his sword and using every ounce of mana he had for abilities, and the other was leaning with his back to the wall of a building gravely wounded in the stomach, but still holding his sword in front of him.
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