Ripped away

"He was so fast, it was terrifying. His sword let out cries of thunder and sliced everything like butter. His hair was white greyish and he wore a blue body armor, they were the Senju Clan." it was obvious who it was to Kentaro.

"From what we've seen, from his appearance to his techniques, It can only be Tobirama Senju." Tobirama was well renowned but this didn't mean that everyone saw him in person. For those four, it was the first time they saw Tobirama in person.

"It can only be him. I understand why the Kamizuru clan suffered such a crushing defeat. It seems our relation is bound to be forever shattered." Kentaro threw four little pouches of water at the four survivors.

"Drink, you'll need it. I want you four to return to the main camp and inform Mū about what is about to happen. We'll give your fellow clansmen a proper burial." the four survivors nodded and drank their water.

Deep down they felt bad for having abandoned their brethren on the battlefield. Alas nothing could change now, the others all died and on the contrary they survived. Once they drank to their fill the four of them traveled towards the main camp.

In Iwa, the moral of the common people was low. They looked at the three hundred men carrying the dead corpses of the famous Kamizuru. It made them doubt if Iwa truly had the upper hand in the war.

Amaterasu was sitting in the Kage's office. She looked at the desk with a sad and upset look. This was the same desk Kentaro used from the creation of Iwa up until now. A young girl was sitting on the other side of the desk.

Fumiko had grown to become an intelligent and clever ten year old girl. She would slowly enter a phase of change and become a young women. She had become more aware of everything that surrounded her as such she took a lot of care of Amaterasu and her nephew.

"Don't do such a face Amaterasu, brother will come safely and quickly. And I have to say that it's not healthy for the baby. It's said that they can feel and sense the mother's emotion, so try to smile a bit." no matter how upset or sad she was, Fumiko could always put a smile on her face.

"I'll try my best to smile more often only that it's so difficult. Kentaro is never near me and is always busy with work. I always think of him, I need to feel his love, to feel his warmth. I miss him so much even though I know he is close and safe." Amaterasu gently caressed her belly, she looked down with a slightly tearful eyes.

"I'll make sure to have a talk with him. Even though he is the Tsuchikage and has immense responsibilities, he can't forget about his family, right?" Fumiko started to think of an approach until her attention was diverted towards the slightly opened balcony door.

Noises of worried and shocked people could be heard. Together with Amaterasu, Fumiko went to the balcony and overlooked the village. What they saw was very graphic. Bloodied corpses who had limbs missing, it was the first time for Fumiko to see the work of war.

"Disgusting!" Fumiko exclaimed. She averted her look and held her hand in front of her mouth. Amaterasu's eyes widened in shock, she knew who those dead men were even though some had started to decompose.

"Rokuta, Torune, Sasamaru....." childhood friends, loyal and fierce combattants. In front of death all of this meant nothing. So many corpses, it could be said that the Kamizuru clan was completely annihilated. Her mind went towards her dear father.

"Father!....." Amaterasu stormed out of the balcony and ran out the office, she held her belly in pain. Her mind not knowing what to think, her breath shallow. The people made way for her in the crowded streets. It was then that she fell upon her knees, speechless.

Daitan's corpse was being carried on the back of a shinobi. He looked down not knowing how to react. He never thought of being in such a situation one day.

"I offer my sincere apologies, miss." this was the only thing he could to think of.

"FATHEEEEEEEEER!" Amaterasu was enraged and incredibly sad. She cried, pulled her hair and screamed uncontrollably. Many of the watchers came immediately to her help and tried their best to calm her down, which was in vain.

She was brought back inside the Tsuchikage's residence. At long last Amaterasu was said to have fainted from shock. Medical nin stayed by her side and did their best to stabilize Amaterasu's state.

Stabilizing her body that was taken over by shock from the sight of her own dead father. The one who had given everything he had for her. When the moon stood tall over everything else, Kentaro finally made his way in the village.

The streets felt ominous as if something bad had happened. Everything was quiet, Kentaro could hear himself breath. It was very unusual for a crowded village like Iwa. Upon his arrival in Tsuchikage's residence, Kentaro sensed all the eyes turning towards him.

Medical nin and guards were all over the place. The air turned cold upon Kentaro's arrival, no one dared to breath too hard. Kentaro was no tirant so it was out of his understanding why they all acted like that.

For now, he didn't mind it too much. He made his way to the stairs, each step felt heavier and heavier. In his office, disspointed medical nins sat on the ground with a gloomy look.

"What happened?" the medical nins knew that the tile had come to announce the news. Something they never hoped of.

"When Miss found out about the death of Lord Kamizuru she was greatly shocked beyond words. She fainted and lost all strength in her body.....thus, I'm afraid to tell you that.....she had a miscarriage." the medical nin looked down, he was ashamed.

"We did all we could Lord Tsuchikage, but it was too late. The child was dead and already....out I shall say." Kentaro walked forward, his face in shock. Of all that could happen this befell on him.

Amaterasu was still unconscious and in her arms lied a little child the size of a hand. It was so far from being fully grown, it was their precious child. Kentaro fell to his knees and looked at the child with tearing eyes.

"They've ripped you away from me. Oh my child.....rest assured, I'll take the matters in my hand."