Forging Fate | 運命を | Madara Uchiha

Hot blood splat on the dry ground. Her katana was trembling in her small hand as she looked at the dead body before her feet. The familiar smell of burned flesh and of iron stung in her sensitive nostrils. Her blazing red eyes slowly deactivating. Before her very eyes flashed the images of her little siblings. The toothless smile of her little brother. She flinched her teeth as she clinched the katana closer to her body. Her tired eyes closing. She slowly bend her knees making the sandy ground gnash - causing a small cloud of dust. The enemy started to encircle her small body.

My red armor is contempt.
My blue chakra is disgust.
My own forged sword is hatred.

Her eyes ripped open with her Sharingan swirling into endlessness as she opened her dry and cracked lips to let out an agonizing battle scream. Her blue chakra seemed to explode on the battlefield as she bend her body to some unnatural ways to slice every kind of body parts of her enemy.

Who would have thought that the seemingly scrawny and unskilled boy would turn out to be a woman whose swordsmanship would bring even the mighty Uchiha Madara to kneel?