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Break these chains. (Chapter 3)
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Profaner of justice, you'll never hold me down.
Orochimaru knew he made a mistake with Konohamaru. Now the Konoha would know he was there. To what extent though? It didn't matter, he would return in due time, and reclaim his throne.
And Konoha thought their threat was over? Yet in a world of threats, another one approaches. This one, more than potent enough to threaten the young maidens of Konoha. Damsels will be in distress as the looming plant like monster crawls it's way to town. It's mighty vines penetrating the earthen barriers, creeping their way into an alarmed city.
Sunrise, giving to the unholy plant creature a strength so unimaginable. It's unwinding vines spreading and multiplying, growing over every surface. It was only a matter of time before it was noticed, but by then it was too late. It's intentions had been revealed, a massive attack.
As Sakura ran into the street, her ankle was confined by the squeezing strength of the evil plant. She could see Ino, Hinata, TenTen, all suspended in the air by vines. The vines defiling, and berating them. Abusing them in ways they never imagined.
To make matters worst, the plan seemed impervious to attack, it recoiled and struck even harder. The roads became damp with moisture as young girls all over the village began to cry.
When things seemed as though they couldn't get worst, the men who seemed to be blatantly ignored by the plant like creature seemed to be losing vigilance to the spectacle before them. Then again, who could blame them?
Yet, when all seemed lost, one man stopped his gawking, and tried to free the girls. He soon realized a simple Kunai could cut through the vine and release them. To the villages dismay and embarrassment, the entire fiasco could have been averted. However, even now, knowing the means to cease the attack, all they could do was sit back and enjoy the show.
The savage groping as thousands of vines ravaged the bodies of young girls. It would take all day to cut those vines, and really, who has the time? And so, for the remainder of the day, the men observed, and enjoyed the occurrence. Only interfering to relieve the severity of some circumstances.
By the days end, the dying sun broke the strength of the plant monster, and it receded into the woods. The day was a day that would live in infamy, and never be spoken of again.
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