The strength to believe

Chapter 4

I walk home from the academy. My first day was really boring, just reading and recapping some hypothosis. (Yay big word!) I stand outside my apartment door, and just as i am about to enter, i sense a incoming kunai from behing me. I quickly get out my own polished kunai and deflect it, making a soft pling sound ring through the air.

"Come out! There's no use in hiding!" i call out. Out of the shadows is a man wearing a jounin jacket and holding several projectiles. This can't be good. I am seriously outmatched. Civillians? Easy. Genin. Not that hard. Chunin. Difficult but i can handle one or two. But a jonin? This will be hard.

"DIE DEMON!" he screams, throwing 10 shuriken at a startling speed. Any other kid would have been killed, but i push chakra into my feet and jump to dodge them, though one lodges into my thigh and i grunt in pain and frustration. I pull a hidden senbon out of my hair and hurt it at them. Even though i was 100% accurate and super fast, he still blocked them. This may be a long battle.

+10 mins later+

Panting and bleeding heavily from numerous wounds littered all over me, i glare at the man before me. He also looks rather tired, and a little roughed up, but certainly not as bad as i am. I'm actually suprised i've survived this long. Then i remember. The kitsune mask foxy filled with energy! I should put it on!

"Took you long enough"

'Shut up, foxy!'

I slowly take out and wear the kitsune mask, the jounin following my every move. That incredible burst of energy shot through me again, and i dash at him. Taken off guard by my sudden increase in speed, all the man could do was wastch in shock as i slit his throat. I watch emotionless as he falls to the ground.

Dead.