1 Prologue
The sun had long since set as the dark of night draped the world. A blood red moon shone brightly, arrogantly looked down upon the destruction below. With the end of a man's scream, silence descended as one figure stood amid a pile of bodies. They were in the middle of a small clearing surrounded by tall trees and clusters of shrubbery. Traces of blood could be found on the tree's trunks and the shrubbery's leaves. Some of the bodies had traces of anger left on their faces, while some had despair while the minority had ones of fear. They all were, however, stuck in time forever with those expressions. The light in their eyes had died down as blood blanketed the ground beneath them.
The armour and clothing they wore were of similar origin while they all shared the same clan emblem, a double ended vajra.
The only standing figure wore a blue high-collared, long-sleeved shirt that had the emblem of a white and red fan at the back and blue trousers. His trousers extended into becoming a pair of jika-tabi while bandages could be seen wrapped underneath his sleeves. A pair of gloves covered his arms that held a naginata on one hand and a pair of Kunais on the other.
The figure was small, indicating that it was still a child. Spiky, long yet silky black hair with a hint of blue cascaded down the figure's back as heavy breaths left its mouth. The figures eyes were covered by the shadow of his bangs while beads of sweat dripped down the figure's pale white skin. He had long eyelashes that turned upwards at the far edge of his eyes.
A groan was heard from one of the bodies followed by slight movement. The man's eyes slightly opened only to see the figure's shadow descend upon him. Focusing on the figure, blood red eyes with one tomoe in each of them entered his view. The man's eyes widened in surprise as he tried moving to kill the figure in front of him. Putting his utmost effort, he realised that he was too exhausted to move causing despair to cover his eyes. What followed was sadness, woe as if saying goodbye and finally loss of hope accompanied with anger.
Looking at the figure's eyes, the man's mouth parted slightly as a hoarse voice left it,
"Damn Uchiha br-"
A stab to the throat with the naginata ended the man's sentence as the last wisp of light left the man's eyes. The naginata's pole was pure black while the blade was an unnatural blue with a sheen of red. It wasn't a heavy weapon, but it also wasn't a light one, it did have a reach that no sword could compare. It was easily wielded by one hand or even two, but the figure was more accustomed to the former, judging by the way the figure held the weapon.
The figure's eyes were like a still pool of water, as if taking another man's life was just the norm for him.
Various injuries littered the figure's body while his tattered armour showed signs of cracking.
Suddenly, a rustle of leaves broke the silence and just when the figure got into a stance, a group of people surrounded him that also had the same clan emblem that the dead bodies had. The group didn't say anything and just attacked. Time seemed to slow down for the figure as only one thought flashed through his head,
'How did I get here?'
