It was real. It was all horribly, painfully real as Chiaki slipped the blade into his stomach. Her words lined up with the wound; not too late. He could- would survive it. But the rest? He wouldn't be joining her. The strong shouldn't be held back for fear of their strength, but neither should the weaker be punished for the lack of it. Even if he agreed with part of what she said, he could never join her, not after this.
She was using a strategy he knew well: stay too close for the enemy's sword to be effective. Between Kisame and Sephiroth, Naoki was well versed in it. He was relieved that reinforcements had arrived, the few shinobi in the building with him that survived the initial attack were worn down from fighting. The hand on his neck was a surprise, and then Chakra flooded his system. The rush of foreign chakra integrating into him had his markings light up and dulled the pain of his wounds.
Naoki let go of the sword, and the now unoccupied hand went for her face. Her knife hand came up and at the same moment his other hand made contact with the blade of his own weapon, he diverted his hand to wrap around her grip on her own blade, ignoring the bite of metal into his hand. "My friend wouldn't have done this." Chiaki noticed the sword, stuck to his captured hand with chakra and she released his hand todart away from the clumsy but potentially lethal attack.
Naoki pulled as hard as he could on the grip and brought his arms across his body in opposite directions, fueling the muscles in his body with chakra for the strength he needed to take on Chiaki up close. The blade sanke into her side below her ribs, and now she gave him a look of disbelief and betrayal. "But you always, followed us." She said. He shifted his grip from the blade to the hilt, adjusted the angle, and drove the sword in.
There was more shouting and he looked away just in time to see his other friend impale the Mizukage and die for it. Chiaki's hand went limp in his, and he released his grip and pulled out the sword to let her fall to the ground without another glance. It started to sink in that he was only in the building because Chiaki and Isamu asked him to meet them there so they could hang out after.
Rather than say anything, he looked at the three highest ranked shinobi in the room. One of whom would not live much longer.
The Spire
She was using a strategy he knew well: stay too close for the enemy's sword to be effective. Between Kisame and Sephiroth, Naoki was well versed in it. He was relieved that reinforcements had arrived, the few shinobi in the building with him that survived the initial attack were worn down from fighting. The hand on his neck was a surprise, and then Chakra flooded his system. The rush of foreign chakra integrating into him had his markings light up and dulled the pain of his wounds.
Naoki let go of the sword, and the now unoccupied hand went for her face. Her knife hand came up and at the same moment his other hand made contact with the blade of his own weapon, he diverted his hand to wrap around her grip on her own blade, ignoring the bite of metal into his hand. "My friend wouldn't have done this." Chiaki noticed the sword, stuck to his captured hand with chakra and she released his hand todart away from the clumsy but potentially lethal attack.
Naoki pulled as hard as he could on the grip and brought his arms across his body in opposite directions, fueling the muscles in his body with chakra for the strength he needed to take on Chiaki up close. The blade sanke into her side below her ribs, and now she gave him a look of disbelief and betrayal. "But you always, followed us." She said. He shifted his grip from the blade to the hilt, adjusted the angle, and drove the sword in.
There was more shouting and he looked away just in time to see his other friend impale the Mizukage and die for it. Chiaki's hand went limp in his, and he released his grip and pulled out the sword to let her fall to the ground without another glance. It started to sink in that he was only in the building because Chiaki and Isamu asked him to meet them there so they could hang out after.
Rather than say anything, he looked at the three highest ranked shinobi in the room. One of whom would not live much longer.