3 Chapter 3 : Fight

Mihara under the blows of the emotion could not find if' balance once his feet touched the ground, he of which fell to the ground, stumbled and rolled on the snow, his face splashed with the blood of the man whom he had just killed.

Oza got out of the ground and dropped the feet of the corpse that was aiming at the ground then threw a severe look at Mihara who was amazed.

"Kid you were my student for the three months before the war, although it was short I still had some hope in you, dont let your fear and disgust overwhelm you, get up and fight!"

Oza without looking back ran forward towards the center of the battlefield.

Mihara watched as Oza's back disappeared behind the trees heading for the clearing in the distance where explosions were sounding and slowly got up from the ground resisting the urge to vomit.

"The pain, the cold, the smells, the sensation of the flesh cutted under the edge of the sword and these memories do not belong to me it is not a dream it can not be a nightmare."

"What should I do?"

He said in a low voice, but at that very moment he heard footsteps behind him, the training that this child's body had undergone was embedded in the flesh of the body.

He rolled to the ground and narrowly dodged a kunai swing that sliced some of the strands of his hair, turning around he saw a young ninja scan about the same age as him looking at him with hatred and tears in his eyes wearing the Iwa ninja outfit, his forehead protector obviously proved his identity.

"Die Konoha ninja!"

He ran towards Mihara and attacked him with his Kunai, Mihara got up quickly and stepped back dodging his attack and then held his sword firmly in front of him and continued to step back under the intensive assault.

"Kid calm down, I mean you no harm ....."

Mihara tried to calm the young boy down but the boy was screaming and attacked him with even more fervor.

"My sensei! My friend you killed them! You killed them!"

The boy screamed in pain, clenching his teeth in anger as tears wanted to fall from his eyes.

"Please stop we don't have to fight!"

Mihara said again as he stepped forward parrying the kunai blade with his sword and he pushed the boy back with his palm.

The young boy recoiled with a cough and then looked at Mihara with hatred.

He quickly withdrew from his pocket a piece of paper which suddenly flared up and then ran towards Mihara

Mihara felt fear, for he recognized the object as a ninja tool called explosive tag which could create an explosion comparable to that of a dynamite, his teacher Oza had used some of them just a minute ago, making him understand the power of these small pieces of paper.

"He wants to kill himself with me!"

Mihara saw the glint of madness in the young boy's eyes and immediately understood his intention.

"And if I die, will I still be alive? Will I return to my home?"

He then thought that the young boy was only about ten centimeters away from him but as soon as he had this thought a feeling or rather an extremely powerful intuition warned him.

"If you die you will experience something worse than death!"

It was a feeling coming from his soul itself as if someone or something had implanted this information in him.

It was a feeling as natural as the instinct of a child to breathe at birth.

Mihara felt chills run down his spine.

*Crack*

He looked at the boy and with a movement of his right leg he raised the snow on the ground which hit the child's face, blinding him for a short moment, and without hesitation he grabbed his wrist and with a gesture break it, the child felt the pain and screamed before releasing the explovise tag from his hand.

He grabbed the explovise tag and threw it away before hitting the child with his foot pushing him backwards as he lost his balance.

The explosion lifted snow creating a small cloud of snow and making Mihara breathe a small sigh of relief.

Then his eyes fell on the young boy on the ground who was looking at him with hatred while holding his wrist painfully.

He walked towards the kid while holding the sword in his hands with unwavering determination the child seeing this continued to look at his with hatred but this time fear could be seen on his face and without looks while staring at Mihara's sword.

Finally Mihara stopped a few inches away from the child of Iwa and pointed his sword at his face and said coldly.

"Scram!!"

The boy gritted his teeth and slowly got up from the ground holding his broken wrist and stepped back looking at Mihara suspiciously before stepping back far enough and running towards the Iwa camp further Battlefield north.