HEY GUYS! SORRY THAT I HAVENT BEEN POSTING ANYTHING FOR WHILE NOW, BEEN REALLY BUSY WITH SCHOOL AND STUFF. DON'T WORRY THOUGH, I'LL TRY TO UPDATE THIS STORY AS MUCH AS I CAN AND THE SAME GOES FOR MY OTHER BOOKS AS WELL. ANYWAY, MAKE SURE TO VOTE AND COMMENT ON WHAT YOU THINK OF THIS CHAPTER!! YOUR SUPPORT REALLY HELPS ME AND IT IS WELL APPREICATED, THANK YOU!!
. . Previously on the cycle of hatred. . .
"'his here, I can feel it'" Anko thought as she hopped from tree to trees in the forest area. her heart started to pound in anticipation. The provisional license exams were in full swing before she suddenly felt something was off, that there was an imposter was among the participants. And with her keen senses and years of experience as a shinobi, Anko was determined to uncover the truth.
Anko finally arrived at her destination and immediately threw multiple shurikens towards the young hero in training standing in front of her
The young hero-in-training easily dodge all of the shuriken thrown at him before eyeing the pro hero in front of him warily, getting ready for a fight
"Excuse me ma'am, but what was the meaning of this attack?" The young hero-in-training said as Anko narrowed her eyes at him even more
"Cut the bullshit! I know who you really are so you can save that innocent act and take off that mask." Anko growled out as her eyes narrowed to slits.
The hero-in-training widened eyes in surprise, but he quickly recovered and chuckled softly as he reached up and removed the mask, revealing a familiar orange spiral pattern mask that belonged to none other than Madara Uchiha.
"You thought you could deceive me, didn't you? But I'm not so easily fooled." Anko said, her voice filled with a mix of anger and determination as her gaze hardened as she stared into Madara's single lone eye
"You're quite impressive, Anko Mitarashi, not many can see through my disguise." Madara said, with an impress smirk on his dace hidden behind his orange spiral mask.
"I won't let you get away with this," Anko said, clenching her fists in anger "Your days of deception are over, Madara Uchiha." Anko said as Madara raised his lone eye at her in amusement
"Oh? well then. Come at me with all you've got" Madara said as Anko quickly took out a kunai from her kunai pouch and lunged herself towards Madara, ready to end this once and for all
. . . .
Anko tightened her grip on her two kunai and rushed at Madara in a blur, attempting to stab and slash at him with her kunai, only for the kunais to suddenly phase right through Madara, shocking her momentarily before it was replaced by anger
"Prepare yourself, you bastard! Cause I won't let you escape this time," Anko said, gritting her teeth as she glared at the villain in front of her
"My, my, Anko, I always knew that you were always were a persistent one. But I'm afraid your efforts will be in vain this time" Madara said, smirking behind his mask, causing Anko to grit her teeth in anger and without wasting another moment, Anko lunged forward in fit of rage, her kunais gleaming in the sunlight. Swinging her kunais in a rapid and precise manner, aiming to slash and cut through Madara's defenses. But to her surprise and further frustration, Madara kept effortlessly dodging her attacks
"'damn it! How can he be so fast?!'" Anko thought, gritting her teeth, frustration while her mind kept racing to find the right strategy to defeat her opponent.
"You'll have to do better than that, my dear Anko. Your attacks are too predictable," Madara taunted as he gracefully evaded Anko's strikes.
Anko growled as she lunged forward, slashing her kunais towards Tobi with lightning speed. But once again, Madara effortlessly dodged her attack, his body moving with an unnatural grace much to Anko's growing frustrations
YOU ARE READING
THE CYCLE OF HATRED
Fanfictionthe cycle of hatred, born from the conflict of two brothers Ashura and Indra Ōtsutsuki, the Senju clan and Uchiha clan who were descendants from Ashura and Indra has fought for generation, the reason why they fought in the first place is long forgot...
