14 Hikaru Namikaze

The rain falls hard and steady, a cold stormy night, a storm that seemed endless.

A summer storm in Konoha Village.

Within the heavy dripping, a loud noise was noticed...

~ PLASH ~

A strong blow, but to what or to who ?!

Inside the Namikaze main house, the clan leader's house.

A huge house, a mansion, with a strong old Japanese style, wooden roofs in the shape of huge triangles that repel all the rain, white walls and sliding paper doors with wood, really a traditional Japanese house.

Inside the house, you could see a blond woman, scrawny, thin, with pale skin but with a red face, fists clenched almost to nails and a frown.

She trembles, but not from the cold of the storm, she trembles with rage and helplessness.

"M-mother ..." a little kid with tousled hair, said in dread, his body shaking, cold sweat and panic of what is to come.

"How the hell do you think of losing to a fucking civilian? !!!!" A loud scream rang out within the Namikaze residence, a scream that made the little boy tremble even more.

He was lying on the tatamis floor, scared and covering himself with his hands.

In front of Hikaru was her mother, Reiko Namikaze, with her fists still clenched, fists that were almost skeletal and veiny, but that still had the strength of bygone eras.

"It is a disgrace to our clan, our legacy, our history, to me, your mother!" Her ghastly voice could make anyone tremble, a broken voice.

"M-mother ... I-I ..." Unable to finish, Hikaru received a blow, a heavy blow to his face.

"Aghhhh" with surprising strength, by the weak aspect of his body, she sent her son flying.

~ crash ~

The paper and wood sliding door was instantly broken, they were in the living room, a huge place but with really few things, a table, chairs, shelves and little else.

With a bloody nose, the poor boy tried to get up, but without success, the strength of his body had left her a long time ago ...

In vain was his foolish attempt to cover herself with his weak, trembling arms, Reiko walked over to him and grabbed his neck with both of her hands.

You could see how an emaciated woman was lifting a child from his neck, a child trying to break free from the tight grip.

"M-mom ... n-no ... I can ... b-breathe!" Pleading and pleading made the grip tighter, she was choking him!

"Y-your late f-father ... you disappoint and disgrace your father!" Tears gathered in her eyes, they fell little by little, she lost her strength.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!" A loud scream came from the destroyed woman, a scream of agony, of pain.

She fell onto her weak, pale body, on her knees and began a loud sob.

With her hands covering her eyes as she thought of her late husband, Isamu Namikaze, a war hero.

"Cough ... cough ... cough ..." Rubbing and patting his neck, Hikaru could finally breathe.

Despite all the damage he has received from his mother, since the death of his father, it destroys his heart to see her so, so ... so destroyed.

She went from being a happy and strong woman to ... a person destroyed by death.

He sent his son flying.