𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a boy who loses the memories of his past, slowly gains the ability of looking into the future.
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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a boy with precognition, chases after the truth, failing to acknowledge the many others chasing after his heart.
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Maniko immediately ran over to aid his friend, blocking off Dosu's attack that was meant for Lee just in time. The teal haired boy managed to strike a kick towards the bandaged sound ninja, causing him to jump back a few meters, creating some distance between them.
"Lee, are you okay?!" The boy frantically asked, crouching down to his level.
Soon after, a yelp was heard from none other than Sakura. Maniko swiftly turned around, realising he had forgotten about the the oppositions third teammate. She grasped onto Sakura's hair as if she were a rag doll, clutching her pink locks between her fingers.
"If you spent a little less time shampooing, and a little more time practicing your Jutsu, you wouldn't be in this mix." The dark haired girl taunted, roughly toying at Sakura's head.
A bead of sweat fell from Maniko's face, as he looked between Sakura who was being held captive and Lee who was struggling to fend himself from Dosu. The boy was unable to think of who he should help first. He couldn't exactly help both at the same time.
Just as he was about to make his move, he felt an unfamiliar gust of wind sweep him off his feet, pushing him to the floor. His eyes widened, as he attempted to stand, only for a kunai to be stabbed down onto his hands and into the ground, keeping him in place. Maniko couldn't help the yelp that escaped his lips, as all the pain hit him at once.
He looked up from the floor only to meet eyes with none other than Zaku, who held a smug expression on his face. "Your fight.. is with.. me, remember?!" The black haired boy taunted, using Maniko's past words against him. He kicked his foot at Maniko's stomach, after every word he spoke, making the boy cough up a large sum of blood.
"Maniko!" Sakura screamed, only to be silenced with a rough tug on her hair. Her eyes widened in fear as to how quickly the tables had turned.
"How.. the hell-" The tealette coughed out, only for a foot to harshly slam down on the back of his head, practically making him eat dirt.
"-am I still conscious?" Zaku finished the other boys sentence, adding pressure to the back of Manikos's head.
Zaku then kneeled down next to the boy, grabbing a large portion of his hair and yanking it up to make Maniko look at him. His face was bloody and badly bruised, as crimson liquid sputtered from out his mouth with every cough he let out. "You didn't think that stupid trick was enough to beat me, did you?"
'It's no use.. I've got no strength left..' Sakura thought, as tears slowly started pooling in her eyes. All she could do was watch as the two boys who had made a remarkable effort of protecting her, were beaten down. 'Way to go Sakura! You've let everybody down again.. What good are you..?' She asked herself.
