Chapter 79. Extraction from the rubble

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The darkness of the sky was slowly replaced by the sun waking up from behind the horizon. The city that had previously been in agony, following the flow of time, calmed down a little. With the cessation of the night's bloodshed and atrocities, the townspeople realized that everything had quieted down and began to get out of their "shelters".

Gradually, the partially blocked streets of the most affected areas began to flood the surviving guards. Driven by the loud command shouts of the commanders, ordinary guards with faces tired from a sleepless night, rwere raking through the wreckage the most prosperous houses. Only a few of the servants of the law deigned to help ordinary people.

Aside, it was possible to notice ordinary, not deprived of civic duty people. It was impossible to hide the fear and sadness visible on their pale faces. Raking what used to be the house of their neighbor, friend or family member, they shuddered and disgusted to collect the remains of the bodies, which were crushed by the abundance of stones.

Occasionally, from the mouths of a few young hotheads, curses were heard in the direction of those who were the culprit of these events. But they were quickly suppressed by those standing closer to them, more mature and conscious.

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The situation at the outer walls of the capital was also quite sad. Many buildings near the walls were swept away by powerful explosions, leaving behind solid holes in the masonry. The same can be said about the buildings nearby. Many of them were deliberately blown up, or demolished by random techniques, creating a sad picture.

- This way! Over here! There's a survivor here!

A middle-aged man in the armor of an ordinary guard shouted. Rising quickly, he clung to the wooden beam with all his strength, trying to lift it. Hearing his cry, several other guards and sympathetic ordinary people ran up to him as fast as they could. Also clinging to the beam, trying to lift a heavy load, they with trembling hands, began to lift the beam, on which many wooden and stone remnants from the house were piled.

- Somebody, we need to get her out of there! We won't last long!

The man shouted again and turning his head in hope, looked at the people who had broken away from the analysis of the ruins. But all he saw was the uncertainty in their eyes. Few people wanted to climb under the blockage barely held by several men and risk their "newfound lives".

- Please, hurry up!

Frowning and clenching his teeth, the man hissed. A few gloomy seconds were interrupted by a twelve-year-old boy who rushed to help. Clothed in scraps, he bent down under the surprised and wanting to object look of the guard, starting to crawl his way deep into the rubble.

- Damn, kid, stop! Where did you climb, got out! It's dangerous out there! But seeing that he was being ignored, the guard glared at the crowd. – Stop staring, come here now, help me hold it. If you continue to behave like a herd of frightened sheep, I will personally ask the captain to execute you according to the law of wartime. - Turning away, breathing heavily, he made a new effort to hold the beam, at the same time hissing. – A bunch of cowards, if at least someone would have stood in my place, I would have climbed there myself…

Obeying the threat, several men quickly approached in order to support the sweating guards and several civilians. When there were quite a lot of people, the guard who spoke from the very beginning ordered everyone to hold the beam. He himself squatted down to see what was happening below.

Looking closely, the first thing the guard saw through the darkness of the space under the beam was a boy lying on his back. Bracing his feet on the top of the beam, he was holding the panting girl by the hands, trying to pull her out of the clutches of the collapse. Having assessed the situation, the man realized that a fragile and weak boy could not cope.

Quickly removing the one-piece helmet, he revealed a serious, not very beautiful, but not ugly face. There was a vertical scar on the edge of his lips, and his brown eyes betrayed a serious character. Putting the helmet on the ground next to him, the man, loosening the straps, threw aside a rather heavy cuirass and pressed himself to the ground, starting to crawl towards the boy.

It took a couple of seconds for the man's body to barely disappear under the rubble. Pulling with all his strength by the hands, the boy, through the occasionally audible painful screams of the girl, suddenly heard a sound behind him and turning his head, I met almost right next to the man's brown eyes.

- Kid, if you want to be so heroic, then first grow up. – Shifting his gaze to the silhouette of the girl visible in the dark, he saw her lost expression, which was occasionally interrupted by pain. – Move over, let me see.

Obeying, the boy crawled away without a word, pressing himself almost to one side of the blockage and letting the guard crawl a little further. Squinting, the man carefully looked at the barely visible bloody legs of the girl.

- It's not good, her legs are clamped... I think if we pull them out, then maybe the beam will move and everything will collapse on us, and the girl's legs are probably not in the best condition. It will be better to gradually dismantle the blockage from above, but ... it seems to me that it will not withstand such a long pressure from above and bleeding ... - Looking at the silent boy, the guard spoke seriously. – Can you help me? Seeing the confident nod in the dark, a faint smile appeared on the man's face. – I'll crawl a little further and try to ease the pressure a little. You, if you can, try to pull out her.

Once again receiving a nod from the boy, the guard sighed. Moving on, he barely squeezed between the girl and the beam holding the remains of the house from collapsing on them. Resting his hands and knees on a slightly loose, stone surface, he leaned his back on the rough surface of the beam. After taking a couple of deep breaths, the guard began to rise. His muscles tensed, and his teeth gritted, betraying tension.

Making every effort, the man tried to lift the beam from the other side. There was the sound of a stone hitting and slowly, barely noticeably, the beam shifted slightly to the top.

- Pull!

Hearing a cry through his teeth, the boy, prepared, pulled the girl by the hands with all his might. As if yielding, the girl's body shifted, which could not but please the pulling. But the next moment, there was a crackling of wood and the screams of men from the exit.

Looking around, the boy could only see how the beam, unable to withstand the load, broke in the middle and collapsed almost crushed him. Having collapsed, it raised some dust and hid the "passage" out under an abundance of stones. But it wasn't the worst, just at that moment, the boy heard a desperate, male, grunting from the other side.

Due to the loss of support from the other side, all the weight fell on the body of the guard trembling from the load. His vision was blackened by the sharp, heavy load, and his arms and legs shook like branches in the wind. Clenching his teeth to a crunch, the man barely held the weight, feeling pain and a slightly viscous reddish liquid flowing out of his nose.

His thoughts were quickly pierced by despair and sadness because of thoughts about his family, which were getting heavier every moment. The only thing that made his sad thoughts a little easier was that his brother, who is a guard at the daimyo himself, would be able to take care of the remaining relatives.

His vision, darkening with every passing moment, weakened his, and when his hands, unable to withstand the load, weakened, the man suddenly heard loud laughter, even coming under the blockage.

- Ha-ha-ha, okay, I'm bored with this show of overcoming. So be it, you're lucky, I'm in a good mood!

Instantly, next to the man's face filled with despair, a large white bone broke out, which quickly threw aside the beam and the remains of the house, revealing the morning light of the street. Almost losing consciousness, the guard squinted in the direction of a clearly audible voice, only to see two people in the same color, but different style of clothing.

The face of one of the men expressed a slightly crazy grin, and he playfully looked into the eyes of the guard. The other was a middle-aged man with a rather handsome face. His eyes were strangely white, with visible swollen veins. He did not pay attention to his surroundings, and only carefully peered into the distance, beyond the wall.

- Listen, Rakoshi-san saw his attempts in more detail, didn't he? A man suddenly asked, with a crazy smile of a man standing next to him. - Can you describe them to me?"

Without even turning his head, Rakosi calmly, with a degree of coldness, replied, - I'm not interested in your fun. Ame-san ordered me to meet the Uchiha and I can't waste my attention on your fun.

- Hmm... rather... sad answer... it's a pity that Ame is involved here, otherwise I could have had some fun.

Hearing the threat in Captain Kaguya's voice, the coldness in Rakoshi's eyes intensified, but he did not react, only coldly saying.

- Several Uchih fifteen kilometers away.