Chapter 8

Kakashi had woken up to find Miyamoto climbing back up onto the wagon.

"Did you get off?" Kakashi asked out of confusion.

"Yeah," Miyamoto said as he sat back in his seat, carrying a new sword.

Kakashi went to ask about the new sword, but he looked behind him to see a slaughter of men, their blood pained the leaves in red, their guts made as decorations for the trees, and their bodies became a full meal for some animals.

The sight made Kakashi gag in silence, never had he ever seen a scene like this.

"Thanks, ronin, don't feel offended if I stop talking to you, I am now more scared of you than any bandit to cross our path." The driver said shakily, not wanting to anger Miyamoto.

"That's fine," Miyamoto responded simply.

Kakashi looked at the sky, it was about midday, the sky didn't have a cloud, and the sun still carried its soft touch.

"Whelp, this is where we split off." The driver exclaimed.

Miyamoto tied the scroll back onto his back and hopped off the wagon, walking to the front and thanking the driver.

"Thank you, sir," Miyamoto said with a slight bow.

"Thank you, ronin, although you scare me more than anything I've seen, I thank you for the protection you provided." The driver tipped his hat.

Kakashi climbed off the wagon, still clutching his wound.

The driver continued on, going in the opposite direction, waving goodbye.

"White Wolf, we travel to the leaf village," Miyamoto said as he turned towards the other road.

Kakashi followed, able to keep up this time.

The day went quickly, and night took over the sky, requiring the pair to camp in the forest for tonight.

"Sleep, White Wolf, you are weak from your wounds," Miyamoto said.

'You gave me these wounds!' Kalashi thought, thinking over the ridiculousness of this situation.

After a while, Kakashi fell asleep once again.

Miyamoto sat opposite Kakashi, he could see three figures embodied by darkness in the rest and behind a free in the distance.

The figures inched closer toward Miyamoto, not knowing that he could see them.

They were in dangerous territory, they needed to do this silently, or they would have the whole Anbu of the leaf village on top of them.

They stood behind their cover, watching Miyamoto who was just starting at Kakashi.

Miyamoto stood up, walking behind the tree and what followed was the sound of his piss hitting bark.

The one figure that was watching him turned away, out of decency and shame.

The pissing had stopped, but Miyamoto didn't come back around the tree.

One of the figures in the tree communicated with the figure who was supposed to be watching Miyamoto with hand signals, but he got no response. The figure tried the signals again but got no response.

The figure that was watching Miyamoto fell to the ground, blood spilling onto the ground

'What! When?!' The figure snapped his attention to his comrade in the bush but saw a long shadow sticking out of his back.

'Where is he!?' The figure said as he looked all over the ground.

"I hate climbing."

The figure spun around, swinging their blade at the voice, but before they could spin around completely, he was pushed off the branch, plummeting to the ground.

As the figure was about to hit the ground, he flipped and landed on his feet, he started up at where Miyamoto was, only to see him falling down

The figure dived out of the way as Miyamoto smashed into the ground, kicking up a small dust cloud.

The figure rolled onto his feet, throwing shuriken and kunai at Miyamoto.

Miyamoto caught the tools with ease.

The figure did rapid hand signs.

"Water style: Water wall."

Pillars of water erupted out of the ground, blocking Miyamoto's line of sight.

The water wall fell to the ground, and the figure was nowhere to be found.

'Oh ho.' Miyamoto thought as he heard the slight whistle of wind above him. When he looked up, a small mist cloud shot out large water droplets.

'I don't care if I'm loud, I need that scroll or my head will pay the price.'

When the large water drops shot at Miyamoto, he thought nothing of it, but when he saw pieces of paper with inscriptions on them, he tried to read one of them.

"Explode?"

A blinding light surrounded Miyamoto as the water drops exploded into a ball of fire.

Miyamoto flew through the air, over Kakashi and into a tree.

Miyamoto bounced off the tree, landing back ok his feet, he looked at his clothes and saw they had darkened and still had burning embers.

'Wow, such creativity." Miyamoto thought to himself, enjoying the situation.

The ground underneath Miyamoto burst open.

Miyamoto jumped onto the tree and launched himself away,

"I've seen that before," Miyamoto said as he rolled onto his feet.

The tree exploded, sending Miyamoto sliding across the ground, but his eyes stayed open, and thanks to that he was able to see the figure cut through the explosion and charge him with a sword in hand.

Thanks to the explosion, Miyamoto was able to figure out that this was an Anbu black op.

The Anbu trusted his sword at Miyamoto, but all of a sudden, his arm felt weightless.

Miyamoto sidestepped the attack.

The figure felt his legs feel weightless as he recovered from his attack. He looked back at Miyamoto and saw his sword had been drawn.

'When did he draw his sword?' The figure went to reach into his pouch for more tools, but when he moved his arm, he felt nothing open his pouch.

'The hell?' When he turned around to look, he saw his shoulder squirt out blood, and the pain of losing an arm finally hit.

"GAHH!" The Anbu shrieked in pain, and as he curled over in pain, his guts began to spill out.

All the pain that he felt went numb, his brain was overloaded with pain that he couldn't process it all.

"Such a disappointment."

The Anbu felt a cold stream of wind from his forehead to his stomach.

Miyamoto walked away, sheathing his blade.

Behind Miyamoto, the Anbu split in two.

Miyamoto sat opposite Kakashi, waiting for the sun to rise.