It's kinda short. It's action packed and I hope y'all enjoy. Be sure to comment! Seriously, and try to give me tips and correct my mistakes. Well, here it is-----
The ebb of the tide glistened serenely, bathing under the bright rays of the sun. Water surged towards the shores of this river, desperately attempting to invade the land, only to be drawn back into the sea.
A number of sea-side flowers displayed their beauty with pride: The burgundy marshy Hibiscus bloomed warmly and welcoming, while the sinister Virgins Bower coiled itself around a small boulder, in serpentine fashion, and flashed its petals. Also present were the orange-yellow flowers of Jewelweed and many others. One might find it hard to believe that on the other side of this engaging natural setting, laid the battle-ravaged land touted as the Bloody Mist.
Minato, without stopping to take in the scenery, proceeded into the water. He leaped across it, in huge strides, as if it were dry land. His hair danced carelessly in the wind, and his eyes sparkled with determination as he bounded towards Kirigakure.
His mind drifted to Jiraiya, and he failed to stifle a smile. Erotic novels and uncouth adventures in bathhouses aside, the Toad Sage was a remarkable individual. Minato could recall a number of times when the Sannin had saved his life and guided his path. Jiraiya was a comrade, a teacher, a friend, and Minato couldn't wait to see him again.
When the blonde arrived on the other side of the water, he was not surprised to find that the sun had vanished. It was now hidden behind an eerily thick mist. Visibility was hampered by the fog, and Minato could now only perceive his surroundings by sound. He pressed forward, wary of every step. His feet gave off a splattering sound, and he realized the earth was moist. Not much of a shock considering that Kirigakure was famous for its humid and wet climate.
He took another footstep, and heard the oozing of muddy earth, as well as a muffled yet distinct swish. Minato stood still, his brows now furrowed, and cerulean eyes narrowed into slits. Could that have possibly been the near-silent movement of a ninja?
He listened keenly, ears perked, for any similar sound. A tense silence fell about, and not even the softest whisper dared to break it. Minato waited yet nothing came, he listened and watched yet could only gather that he was alone. He was no Kakashi nor Inuzuka so he dared not judge by his nose, so he turned to another method of perception.
Sinking to one knee, he gently placed his right forefinger on the moist earth and shut both eyes, in deep concentration. His lids flared open instantly, in shock, for his peculiar sensory method had informed him that no less than twenty ninja were in his vicinity. A three-pointed kunai quickly found its way to his left hand and he surveyed his surroundings with piercing eyes. A fruitless action, as a veil of mist had hidden everything from sight. For all he knew, a sword could be positioned mere inches from him, poised to kill.
He had to be impressed with the efficiency of Kirigakure's guard. It was a display of true skill; the way they took note of his presence, and the stealth of their approach. The masters of the subtlety of Silent Killing, it seemed that their legend was built on unshakable truth.
Nevertheless, he would have the dispatch them quickly, and he already had a plan on how to do so. He began to twirl the kunai in his left hand. As it spun, one of its least prominent blades slightly grazed his thumb, and the wound oozed crimson.
He kept his finger on the earth, and so their presence remained obvious to him Gauging the exact location of one of the enemies by what his finger could tell him, he sent a kunai in that direction. The weapon flew forward and disappeared into the mist. Then, the clank of metal against metal sang loudly, filling the air and breaking the silence, and Minato was now sure of their presence. He gave a slight smile.
Abandoning their trademark stealth, all the Kiri shinobi charged at him. Minato could feel their feet pounding the earth, the thunderous approach of death. Their charge was exceedingly swift, yet Minato barely moved, only placing his left palm on the earth. He was waiting; waiting for the opportune moment. They drew closer, their movements now reaching Minato's ears. These were not the motions of Silent Killing, for they were sure enough of his death that they allowed their movements to be heard.
Several murky silhouettes were appearing in the mist, growing larger. They were almost in sight. A blade emerged from the fog, as did several others, yet Minato did not move. Blank masks covered their faces as they came into view, and each was armed with a long sword. He was surrounded, they were now at point-blank range, death was only a mere moment away, and then Minato cried: “Kuchiyose no Jutsu!” and then all their efforts seemed futile.
A thick cloud of smoke emerged from nowhere, bringing the Toad Boss with it, and the amphibian landed atop the Kiri shinobi with a crash. Gamabunta's weight obliterated them instantly, and their broken bones and ruptured organs laid beneath the giant toad. Not one of them had been able to escape the underside of the amphibian, for they were all much too close to Minato when the blonde used the Summoning Technique. All had gone according to plan.
“You're calling on me much too often, Minato.” growled Gamabunta. “Even Jiraiya doesn't bother me so.”
“You're getting lazy.” the blonde replied with a slight smile.
“Shut up.” retorted Gamabunta. “I hope you didn't summon me for the mere purpose of sitting down. I'd hate to think your skills have become so lax that you would need my help with enemies of this level.”
“Don't worry. I'm sure Kiri would provide enough battle for your entertainment. I'm almost completely convinced that a massive horde is headed our way this very moment.”
But the Yellow Flash was wrong, as only seven ninja came into view, approaching with remarkable swiftness and ghost-like silence. Their faces were menacing, their teeth serrated, their gaze murderous, and their weapons extremely peculiar. There was no question about their identities, for they were legend: It was the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. Minato grimaced, and Gamabunta fell silent.
A chubby fellow amongst them grinned a bestial grin. He bore a large blade on his back and one pudgy hand was already on its hilt. His sharpened teeth flashed menacingly between his prominent cheeks and his fiery orange mane of hair fluttered serenely behind him. “Well, what do we have here? A large toad and a lanky blonde. Isn't Jiraiya supposed to be the only toad user?”
“Well, there's his student. The one called the Yellow Flash.” said another of the seven, a rail fellow with a mask, his mane of hair unkempt and white in color. His sword was as slender as he was, and the weapon was attached to a thread of great length.
The man with the bandaged sword grimaced. “I'd hate to think we'd have to fight that guy!” he roared and drew his massive blade, brandishing it at Gamabunta. “Some say he's never been beat!”
“Legends are often exaggerated.” said the thin fellow, his fingers now dancing on the hilt of his weapon. “You are the one who wields the Great Blade Samehada, show some backbone.”
Suddenly, out of the Mist, a blue-haired boy leaped into the fray, and all eyes turned to him immediately. He was panting heavily, evidently weary from running at speeds beyond his limit, and was supporting himself on a sheathed long sword. His skin was blue, markings which resembled gills were drawn beneath his tiny round eyes, as well as on his upper arms. Like the Swordsmen, his teeth was also serrated, resembling those of a shark.
“What are you doing here, Kisame!” thundered the burly orange-haired man. He glowered at the child indignantly, his chubby features seeming to swell with fury. The child shuddered in fear.
“I-” he drew several deep breaths, still panting, “-I came to help, Master Fuguki.”
“Fool! This is-”
“The Yellow Flash!” said the boy with excitement, cutting Fuguki off. His face bearing an overly wide grin, the child drew his weapon and adopted a battle stance.. His movements displayed the speed and expertise of a seasoned killer, and murder danced gleefully in both eyes. “Quite fitting for my 100th kill, won't you say, Master Fuguki.”
To Be Continued.
The ebb of the tide glistened serenely, bathing under the bright rays of the sun. Water surged towards the shores of this river, desperately attempting to invade the land, only to be drawn back into the sea.
A number of sea-side flowers displayed their beauty with pride: The burgundy marshy Hibiscus bloomed warmly and welcoming, while the sinister Virgins Bower coiled itself around a small boulder, in serpentine fashion, and flashed its petals. Also present were the orange-yellow flowers of Jewelweed and many others. One might find it hard to believe that on the other side of this engaging natural setting, laid the battle-ravaged land touted as the Bloody Mist.
Minato, without stopping to take in the scenery, proceeded into the water. He leaped across it, in huge strides, as if it were dry land. His hair danced carelessly in the wind, and his eyes sparkled with determination as he bounded towards Kirigakure.
His mind drifted to Jiraiya, and he failed to stifle a smile. Erotic novels and uncouth adventures in bathhouses aside, the Toad Sage was a remarkable individual. Minato could recall a number of times when the Sannin had saved his life and guided his path. Jiraiya was a comrade, a teacher, a friend, and Minato couldn't wait to see him again.
When the blonde arrived on the other side of the water, he was not surprised to find that the sun had vanished. It was now hidden behind an eerily thick mist. Visibility was hampered by the fog, and Minato could now only perceive his surroundings by sound. He pressed forward, wary of every step. His feet gave off a splattering sound, and he realized the earth was moist. Not much of a shock considering that Kirigakure was famous for its humid and wet climate.
He took another footstep, and heard the oozing of muddy earth, as well as a muffled yet distinct swish. Minato stood still, his brows now furrowed, and cerulean eyes narrowed into slits. Could that have possibly been the near-silent movement of a ninja?
He listened keenly, ears perked, for any similar sound. A tense silence fell about, and not even the softest whisper dared to break it. Minato waited yet nothing came, he listened and watched yet could only gather that he was alone. He was no Kakashi nor Inuzuka so he dared not judge by his nose, so he turned to another method of perception.
Sinking to one knee, he gently placed his right forefinger on the moist earth and shut both eyes, in deep concentration. His lids flared open instantly, in shock, for his peculiar sensory method had informed him that no less than twenty ninja were in his vicinity. A three-pointed kunai quickly found its way to his left hand and he surveyed his surroundings with piercing eyes. A fruitless action, as a veil of mist had hidden everything from sight. For all he knew, a sword could be positioned mere inches from him, poised to kill.
He had to be impressed with the efficiency of Kirigakure's guard. It was a display of true skill; the way they took note of his presence, and the stealth of their approach. The masters of the subtlety of Silent Killing, it seemed that their legend was built on unshakable truth.
Nevertheless, he would have the dispatch them quickly, and he already had a plan on how to do so. He began to twirl the kunai in his left hand. As it spun, one of its least prominent blades slightly grazed his thumb, and the wound oozed crimson.
He kept his finger on the earth, and so their presence remained obvious to him Gauging the exact location of one of the enemies by what his finger could tell him, he sent a kunai in that direction. The weapon flew forward and disappeared into the mist. Then, the clank of metal against metal sang loudly, filling the air and breaking the silence, and Minato was now sure of their presence. He gave a slight smile.
Abandoning their trademark stealth, all the Kiri shinobi charged at him. Minato could feel their feet pounding the earth, the thunderous approach of death. Their charge was exceedingly swift, yet Minato barely moved, only placing his left palm on the earth. He was waiting; waiting for the opportune moment. They drew closer, their movements now reaching Minato's ears. These were not the motions of Silent Killing, for they were sure enough of his death that they allowed their movements to be heard.
Several murky silhouettes were appearing in the mist, growing larger. They were almost in sight. A blade emerged from the fog, as did several others, yet Minato did not move. Blank masks covered their faces as they came into view, and each was armed with a long sword. He was surrounded, they were now at point-blank range, death was only a mere moment away, and then Minato cried: “Kuchiyose no Jutsu!” and then all their efforts seemed futile.
A thick cloud of smoke emerged from nowhere, bringing the Toad Boss with it, and the amphibian landed atop the Kiri shinobi with a crash. Gamabunta's weight obliterated them instantly, and their broken bones and ruptured organs laid beneath the giant toad. Not one of them had been able to escape the underside of the amphibian, for they were all much too close to Minato when the blonde used the Summoning Technique. All had gone according to plan.
“You're calling on me much too often, Minato.” growled Gamabunta. “Even Jiraiya doesn't bother me so.”
“You're getting lazy.” the blonde replied with a slight smile.
“Shut up.” retorted Gamabunta. “I hope you didn't summon me for the mere purpose of sitting down. I'd hate to think your skills have become so lax that you would need my help with enemies of this level.”
“Don't worry. I'm sure Kiri would provide enough battle for your entertainment. I'm almost completely convinced that a massive horde is headed our way this very moment.”
But the Yellow Flash was wrong, as only seven ninja came into view, approaching with remarkable swiftness and ghost-like silence. Their faces were menacing, their teeth serrated, their gaze murderous, and their weapons extremely peculiar. There was no question about their identities, for they were legend: It was the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. Minato grimaced, and Gamabunta fell silent.
A chubby fellow amongst them grinned a bestial grin. He bore a large blade on his back and one pudgy hand was already on its hilt. His sharpened teeth flashed menacingly between his prominent cheeks and his fiery orange mane of hair fluttered serenely behind him. “Well, what do we have here? A large toad and a lanky blonde. Isn't Jiraiya supposed to be the only toad user?”
“Well, there's his student. The one called the Yellow Flash.” said another of the seven, a rail fellow with a mask, his mane of hair unkempt and white in color. His sword was as slender as he was, and the weapon was attached to a thread of great length.
The man with the bandaged sword grimaced. “I'd hate to think we'd have to fight that guy!” he roared and drew his massive blade, brandishing it at Gamabunta. “Some say he's never been beat!”
“Legends are often exaggerated.” said the thin fellow, his fingers now dancing on the hilt of his weapon. “You are the one who wields the Great Blade Samehada, show some backbone.”
Suddenly, out of the Mist, a blue-haired boy leaped into the fray, and all eyes turned to him immediately. He was panting heavily, evidently weary from running at speeds beyond his limit, and was supporting himself on a sheathed long sword. His skin was blue, markings which resembled gills were drawn beneath his tiny round eyes, as well as on his upper arms. Like the Swordsmen, his teeth was also serrated, resembling those of a shark.
“What are you doing here, Kisame!” thundered the burly orange-haired man. He glowered at the child indignantly, his chubby features seeming to swell with fury. The child shuddered in fear.
“I-” he drew several deep breaths, still panting, “-I came to help, Master Fuguki.”
“Fool! This is-”
“The Yellow Flash!” said the boy with excitement, cutting Fuguki off. His face bearing an overly wide grin, the child drew his weapon and adopted a battle stance.. His movements displayed the speed and expertise of a seasoned killer, and murder danced gleefully in both eyes. “Quite fitting for my 100th kill, won't you say, Master Fuguki.”
To Be Continued.
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