within forest east of konohas border.
A young figure darted across the trees.
Looking to be around 11-12 years old with black hair that reached his shoulders and equally dark eyes, he wore a black attire and a crest of a red and white fan on his back, with a Konoha headband on his forehead.
Hikari looked like he was half dead. He was covered in cuts and bruises, the worst of which was a deep cut on his right side, continuously spilling blood like a fountain. If you looked closely, you might even see part of his intestines.
He could barely keep himself awake, forcing every bit of energy into escaping. Sounds of pursuit could be heard from behind him.
*huff huff*
Hikari's breathing was becoming more and more erratic. He couldn't keep this up for long.
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Uchiha Hikari's POV:
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'Come on!... Just... A little more... '
My frantic breathing was now accompanied by blood dripping from my mouth.
Each beat of my heart thundered in my ear like a war drum.
'If I can just make to the land of fire's border, I'll be-'
A sudden bout of dizziness from all the blood loss caused him to slip and plummet to the forest floor.
With a painful *thump* he met the ground on his injured side and let out a cry of pain.
He lay there, huffing on the ground for a second and looked up, only to see that he was surrounded by kumo shinobi.
"Looks like the rat finally excepted his fate. "
One of them said with a sneer.
My eyes seemed to lose all life as I looked at the enemy ninja around me.
For the past two months in the battle field, I had gotten an average of three hours of sleep per week. The only thing to eat I had were sour tasting military rations. Everyday, I would come back to my squads camp covered in blood.
I couldn't tell if it was mine or not at this point.
For the past four days, I hadn't had a lick of rest due to constant kumogakure attacks. The constant sound of explosive tags in the battle field had left my numb.
A day ago, I had been excited to finally awaken my sharingan.
The only thing it did was let me see how my squad died in more detail.
I'd ran and ran, getting caught multiple times in traps set by kumo and having to take detours to avoid getting caught. Now that didn't matter any more.
I had run out of kunai and shuriken. The only thing useful on me was a storage scroll with logs for substitution jutsu.
I grunted as I pulled my self up, sweat running down my nose.
"Alright then, you fuckers. If I'm going to die, then I might as well take one of you bastards down with me. "
For as long as I could remember, I was always unnaturally durable and strong. Though I was fatally wounded, my vitality should at least alow me to take one of them with me... I hope
I didn't give them time to respond as my hands blurred through hands seals at amazing speeds.
The kumo nin immediately responded. Two of them charged at me while the other three provided cover with kunai. They weren't taking any chances.
"Fire style: Blast wave wild dance! "
Fire spewed out of my mouth before taking on a spiral shape. Instead of aiming it at the enemy, I directed it at the ground, causing a massive spiral of flame and sending smoke, dust and hot rocks in every direction.
Using the fire as cover, I slipped through their attacks and grabbed one of them.
Before he could even process what was happening, I had both my hands on his head and chin and
*snap*
broke his neck clean.
This obviously wasn't received well by the enemy shinobi.
One of them roared and rushed at me, to the dismay of his teammates.
"Koto, wait! "
"YOU UCHIHA BASTAR-! "
He was cut short as I threw the body in my hands. His dead friends body smacked him in the face, and he instinctively caught.
That was a mistake.
He realized and looked up, but it was too late. My chakra enhanced middle and index finger pierced through his eye and reached his brain, killing him instantly.
That was all the time I had before a fist coated in lightning almost cracked my skull open. I barely dodged in time with the sharingan. But it was getting bad.
I was losing stamina and blood fast. Just because I could see it doesn't mean I could dodge it. It was only a matter of time before the only thing my eyes could do was show me how I died in clear detail.
I started conserving my energy, only evading by a hairs breadth, but it was getting harder, especially with that shinobi in the back throwing kunai at me and the third one now swinging his sword at me.
I slipped a sword swing and caught two more kunai out of the air.
Now the second one started running towards me too.
I gritted my teeth.
'If only I hadn't been ambushed and injured. If only I awakened my sharingan sooner. If only I had seen them coming. Damn it... '
The fat bastard in front of me kept swinging his fists.
Frustration and anger, coupled with helplessness erupted inside of me. The big guy took my moment of distraction as a chance to lunge at me. My single tomoe spun faster and faster, becoming a blur until...
The world exploded into clarity, almost making me freeze. I could see it better now. Their movements, their expressions, the surroundings. And I knew instantly.
My second tomoe had come.
The big, burly ninja who had been trying to pulp my brain with his lightning fists froze at the sight of my eyes, just long enough for me to throw cast a genjutsu on him and then slit his throat with a kunai.
The second shinobi, a short, very young looking girl, screamed in rage and jumped at me, while the third lunged at me with his sword. I ducked both attacks and shot forward, head butting the girl and then whirling around to meet the man with his eyes. He froze in my illusion, giving me enough time to drive a kunai through his forehead.
The girl tried to get up from the ground, only to be met from a right hook to the Adams apple, echoing with an audible *crack*. She fell to her knees again, choking. I didn't waste another second, driving my kunai through her ear, watching it exit from her other ear.
Now I stood there, huffing and puffing in the middle of the open field, covered in the blood of myself and others.
"I*huff* actually killed*huff* them"
I was clearly expecting to die in this battle and was prepared to blow myself up to stop them from getting my eyes. I mean, if I was going to die, might as well fuck them over, right?
I looked at his shaking hands, covered in calluses and scars from training. The pool of plood from the corpse before me expanded slowly, staining the soles of my boots.
I wiped some blood that had splashed on my face.
I should have been ecstatic that I had a two tomoe sharingan, especially at such a young age. I... should have.
'I can still hear their voices. It was going so good, so why? Why did they have to-'
I was snapped out of my train of thoughts by a sudden bout of pain from my wound.
I could only sigh and move on. Move forward.
This was war. Casualties were expected. I should know. I had killed countless people myself in this short two month span.
With great effort, I lugged myself forward in the direction of my base camp. At least, I tried to...
My legs gave out and I collapsed to the floor. I deactivated my sharingan and lay huffing on the ground as my vision became cloudy and my thoughts went silent.
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