Arc II Chapter 4
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<strong>Arc II Chapter 4
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A squad of ANBU arrived at the scene. They were dispatched to investigate the source of the explosions that had illuminated the nightly sky. The explosion wasn''t a natural phenomenon. It was the product of chakra. Someone created it, someone powerful.
Total destruction greeted the ANBU. A significant part of the mansion was gone, reced by a field of lifeless debris.
Kunai were lyingaround, scattered. Craters and scorch marks everywhere. Splinteredwood littered the ground. Numeroussmall purplefires burned in macabre delight, only waiting to be extinguished by the falling rain.Their unusual colour and shade didn''t escape them. This wasn''t just destruction.This was a battlefield. Asight Kakashi wasdeeplyfamiliar with.
“Captain, what happened here?”his second inmand asked.
Kakashi picked up one of the kunaion the ground,inspecting it.“I have no idea, Tenzo.I have no idea.”
An ANBUappeared, reporting, “Captain, we have found a potential survivor. A girl, but she is unfortunately unconscious.”
Kakashi discarded the kunai.“Bring me to her.”
They reached her location. Judging by all the degree of destruction, they were close to the epicentre of the explosion.
The characteristic scent of oxidized iron permeated the air, announcing death and sorrow. They found a little unconscious girl, soaked in blood. Her armswere clingingto the body of a dead woman, hugging her with all her force, all her love.There was little doubt that it was her mother.
Kakashi retained his soberposure. “How is she, Yugao?”
Yugao attended the girl, checking her status. “As far as I can tell, her condition is stable. No wounds. No cuts. No injuries. Just a few light scratches and bruises here and there ... It''s a miracle, however, that she has survived this inferno ...”
“Amiracle indeed”, Kakashi murmured. “Anything else?”
Yugao maintained her medical ninjutsu. A green aura surrounded the hugging girl. “The girl shows signs of chakra depletion ... Her chakra reserves arepletely exhausted. From what I can tell, her reserves are enormous for her age. Minimum high chunin level, Kakashi.”
“... ... ...” Kakashi fell silent, his eyes focused on the unconscious girl. So the girl suffered from chakra exhaustion ... How curious ... The implications were clear ... A destroyed mansion ... A mysterious explosion ... Signs of fighting ... A dead mother ... An unconscious girl suffering from chakra depletion ... The conclusion was obvious. He had to inform the Hokage about the events.
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Asami opened her heavy eyes, staringright into the bright sun.She was quick toavert her head to shield her sensitive eyes. Stupid sun.
Shefinally awokeafter what felt like a small eternityin an unknown bed. Her mattresswas hard as stone. But otherwise, she was fine,except forher eyes. Theykepttinglingfor some unknown reason.
Asami rubbed her eyes, yet to no avail. No matter what,the ufortable itching didn''t disappear.Ignoring her eyes, Asami scanned her surroundings.
Judging by the white interior of her room and the pleasant odour of alcohol, Asami concluded she that she ended up in a hospital, or at least a facility that resembled a hospital, which washardly surprising considering her condition and what happened ... ... ...
Asami murmured,tilting her head, “Happened... Happened...”
Something important had happened, but Asami couldn''t remember. Her memory failed her. Mysterious, truly mysterious... ... ...
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Where ... was... she?Trapped in a state of helplessness and disorientation, Asami scratched her, wondering. Where wasshe?What was this ce?
Asami searched for useful clues. Was this a hospital? The interiorand the fragrant smell of alcohol suggested so.But why was she in a hospital? Did she fall ill? Was it something serious?
Shedidn''t know. Her head felt dizzy. Her mind was spotty.Her memory didn''t give her any answer. Was something wrong with her? After all, she was perfectly fine, wasn''t she? But why was she here then? In ahospital.
Sheturned towardsthe window. It was early in the morning. The yful rays of twilight shimmered on the horizon. Dawn greeted her and she returned the greeting.
A cheerful Asami waved at the sun. She kept waving, and waving, and waving, and waving, and waving.It was clear that something was seriously wrong with her. She was a natural airhead from time to time, but not to this degree.
Shesuffered from some kind of shock...It would exin her dizziness, her blurry vision, her headache, her periodic memory losses... ... ...
Asami tilted her head.What did she want to say again? She forgot.But it couldn''t be that important, otherwise, she would remember.
Still tired and weakened, Asamiyawned, stretching her arms. She grabbed her pillowand tucked herself in undera warm nket. Slumber came easy to her.
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A few hourster,a sleepy Asami awoke once again.The thick fog inher mind cleared up. Her memory returned and Asami remembered thefateful night... Okaa-san died ... She had lost her ... She had lost her forever...
Tears rolleddown her face. Asami felt the sadness inside her heart, the pain, the desperation, but sheendured. She was a stronggirl,and strong girls didn''t cry.
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They didn''t.
Ignoring her pain,Asami closed her eyes, directed her attention ather body. She couldn''t move. Her limbs felt heavy, stiff, numb, sour. Hopefully, her actions didn''t shred all of her muscles. She used a lot of chakrast night, probably more chakra than her weak bodywas able to handle.
Nevertheless, she had failed in her mission. She had failed to protect Okaa-san when it mattered. Asami clenched her fist, her knuckles turningwhite. She was weak. Her body was weak, disappointingly weak. Fartoo long, she had remained idle.She had failed because shecked power. Shecked the power to protect Okaa-san, to guard her, to save her. Shecked the power to kill, to destroy. In the end, shepaid a bitterprice for her own weakness, a price she would never pay again.
Asami rubbed her eyes, but not because of being tired. The annoying itching persisted. Her eyes betrayed hest night, nearly blinding her in the middle of the fight.Her aim, her movement, her timingwere thrown offthe moment her vision blurred ...
Asami noticed thehand mirror next to her, ced on anearbmode.A grin crossed her lips. “Speak of the devil.”It was just what she needed.
Her hand tookthe mirror, staringright into the polished ss to stimte hereyes. She waited, and waited, and waited, with little sess. Nothing happened...
Asami scratched her head. Did she forget anythingimportant? An ancient spell? Blood? Human sacrifices ...
Hereyes widened. It was the moment twock tomoe surrounded by awonderfulluminescent redwith a soft shade of purple inside greeted her
Her eyes... There was no doubt, this was the legendary...
Unseen by anyone, a gleefulugh escaped Asami''s lips. Okaa-san was right all along, she was indeed a very special child. She was an Uchiha.
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