A Glimpse Of The Future

In the dark night with an only source of illumination, the full moon:

The sound of rumbling.

The blowing of dust from the ground.

The sound of innumerable, heavy and light footsteps.

The cause of the above was the marching of hundreds, no, thousands of killers on the vast and far grassland.

They were marching to the castle of the lord of the newly established nation:

The Land Of Light.

The killers, currently marching, did not belong to the same group. Though, they were hired by one same party. These so-called killers consisted of the ninjas of small and striving hidden villages, the rogue ninjas, the mercenaries who lived and killed for money and the independent black-wearing assassins.

They had currently only one objective:

To invade the castle and kill the lord.

The Lord had his own army of soldiers, which currently amounted to roughly 500, in which many were newly recruited and the others, who were only in a few numbers, were of high calibre.

There was no way that the warriors would fail to kill the soldiers of the Lord and the Lord himself. After all, the numbers of the killers were just overwhelming.

Anyone who would see the large army in the dark would be subjected to a chilling shiver down their spine.

It seemed like the party who hired these people really thought this out. This overwhelming number would just crush the measly army of the new Lord. There was really no problem in their measures. It should have been just perfect, if not for one 'exception'.

That 'exception' was hovering in the sky, looking down at the large army with the full moon resting far behind its back.

'It' decided to release the presence concealment skill that 'it' activated on a whim. As the technique was released,

a heavy and crushing pressure came down on the warriors. The army stopped dead in its tracks.

Just the aura of the person in the air caused the breathing of the soldiers to become erratic. They felt their own weight increased somewhat. Drops of sweat started dripping down most of their necks.

The warriors that heightened their senses using chakra sensed 𝘪𝘵𝘴 presence, 𝘪𝘵𝘴 position. The head of the sensory team looked at the person in question and pointed his finger at it in a hurry with a fearful expression.

"Th-there is somebody in the sky!", he shouted.

The other warriors searched the sky until they found it.

There was only one word to describe the picture of the person in the sky: 'Magnificent'.

It was flying in the sky looking down at them. The glinting moon behind the person in the dark allowed 'his' features to become visible.

His body was covered in a snow-white cloak. There was a dignified expression on his mesmerising and even-featured face. And his eyes were glowing 'crimson'.

A word 'beautiful' would come out of the warriors' mouths if not for the terrifying pressure of that person bearing down on them.

Around that person's right palm, which was raised beside his body, the space warped.

Blue electricity-like chakra crackled for a moment and a long and glowing, pure crimson spear formed in the grip of his hand. The crimson spear itself excluded an ominous aura. It had two long and sharp metal-cutting edges at its ends.

The person with the dangerous and glinting spear was an Uchiha. A fifteen year old boy at that.

The Lord of the Land of Light was his friend. So to return a favour that he owed to his friend, he decided to help his friend in this dangerous situation.

As a result of his decision, he would 'destroy' the whole army on the ground.

From the view above, the army appeared as a swarm of countless insects to him.

He mumbled in a calm tone,

"The army sure is large.."

He let out a breath from his mouth. In the cold and chilling winter, though not to the point of snow, steam blew from his mouth.

He started spinning the crimson spear in his hand at a very fast speed.

The spear started glowing more brightly, more fiercely as it spun.

His eyes, which were now calm, changed into a look of scorn and disapproval as he looked at the army below.

Hate itself was boiling inside him against these killers. Why? Simple, he just hated the people below him, who would take the lives of innocent people just for petty and worthless reasons.

He spoke once again, but now his voice changed from the previous calm tone. His previous and present tones differed from the very root. There was never that much mercilessness and cruelness present in his previous voice as it was in the current one.

He spat the following words like an unbreakable curse,

"Die, human trash.."

Just as those words were spoken, he launched the glowing spear at the velocity that was even more than that of a bullet. The spear was surrounded with a destructive, revolving bloody chakra.

As the shining spear transcended in a crimson line at the front of the army, where the leader was present, the air surrounding the moving spear shook greatly and turned into ferocious winds with the spear as its centre.

The soldiers behind the leader raised their hands in front of their eyes to protect them from the blinding red light and blowing dusty winds. However, unlike the soldiers, the leader was just looking at the unstoppable force, helplessly. His both survival and built-in ninja instincts screamed at him to run. However, he knew that there was no way he could escape that fast spear. He could just watch his death coming towards him with wide eyes… which reflected his despair.

As the spear clashed with the front of the army, the ground itself shook from the explosion. The dust and broken rocks with scorched grass flew into in an impossible distance up in the sky with a 'boom'.

After a while, the bright glowing spear was now spinning itself above the destroyed ground, illuminating the nearby area. The warriors at the front were killed along with the leader of the big army.

An indescribable fear spread throughout the army like a disease. A dangerous and unknown person has just appeared with an unfathomable power, with the intent to destroy them.

They immediately took their stances according to the instincts built in them. However, that was an utterly useless action just done by the armed masses.

As the destroyer above in the sky, coldly looked down at the worthless army, his right palm, now, in front of him folded itself into a fist and then opened with fingers stretching. That was a calculated action on his part as his palm started glowing into a bright, crimson light. He was currently concentrating chakra in his palm, filling the air with it, transporting it to the below, spinning spear.

He activated the main skill of the ominous spear.

[Scorching Laser: ACTIVATED]

As the skill activated, the large amounts of chakra transporting from his palm into the spear caused the spinning spear to stop and the ends of the concerned weapon to glow more brightly. The spear was levitating horizontally with its edges facing the two lines of unlucky soldiers.

The soldiers were on their guards completely. But the warriors surrounding the spear were watching just what was happening with the spear like senseless fools. Well, there wasn't much they could do, anyway.

The glowing edges of the spear developed themselves into hot, thin beams of pure, red fire with a deafening sound. The poor people in the path of the two beams were burnt alive.

The destroyer above flicked his fingers.

And the spear with very lengthy hot lasers, that reached to the ends of the army, started to spin. In the clean motions of the scorching, bright laser, the killers themselves were getting cut in half.

Only screams and despairing shouts escaped from the mouths of the now burning warriors in shock.

The laser-spear transversed great distances, rotating in the grassland, killing the whole army of seasoned warriors.

In a matter of a few minutes, the army of a total five thousand hired warriors were killed, either cut or scorched alive.

The grassland now turned into a complete wasteland. Blood tainted the scorched field in red under the moonlight.

There were some soldiers who survived.

He was currently looking down at them with his glowing crimson eyes. He could see them too clearly with his special pair of eyes, 'Sharingan'.

Some hired killers really did survive the onslaught. Barely, that is.

The wielder of the Sharingan left them on their own and did not bother to finish them.

After all, they were half scorched or missed their legs or their arms or their fingers and so on. Excruciating pain crackled through their body.

They were in no condition to 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 anymore. They crawled on the scorched Earth like filthy worms, begging someone to come and free them from their suffering. However, there was no one to heed their call. They would suffer, suffer and suffer. And then finally, death would impose itself over them.

The one responsible for the merciless slaughter vanished from the air, as he had never been there before, leaving an eerie and chilling scene behind.