Prologue

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'This is really, really not good.'

Feeling the rough, course dirt beneath his now dirty face, he realized he had fallen face first into the ground. He couldn't get up, he couldn't even move. A near omnipotent force had pressured him into such a situation.

The almighty boot.

A feeling of dread had washed over him, he had almost no expectations of getting out of this situation alive. He had even lost the ability to feel the rest of his body. There was, however, one thing that he could feel. An unbearable pain.

'It hurts... it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!'

With what little sense of touch he had left in him, he felt a warm liquid stream down his cheeks. Tears. He was crying, crying more than he had ever cried before.

'I... are these tears really mine?'

He finally understood... this unbearable force, this sense of fear and dread; it all meant one thing. He had reach the final chapter of his life, he wouldn't even be getting an epilogue. It was over.

Coughing up the blood and vomit that he had felt rising from his throat, Nao Nishimiya was overcome by a feeling of acceptance.

'So be it, at least I didn't wet myself during these trying times.'

Sensing his consciousness falling away from him, Nao shuffled his eyes around, taking in the setting of his final stage. The pressure that had fell upon his face had yet to be removed, and there was clashing of knives heard in the background.

"Hidden Mist Jutsu!" was the last thing Nao heard before the world went dark.

'I... I don't want to... I don't want to die!'

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Author here!

The prologue was VERY short because I simply wanted to give the readers a preview of my writing style and the feelings I will try to convey during the story. Thank you for reading!