Chapter 3: The perfect weapon
It was late in the village of Konoha when two Anbu from the village of Iwa infiltrated the city undetected.
They moved swiftly, slipping past patrols, sifting through the shadows disarming traps, undoing seals and safety measures easilly.
Their goal? The forbidden scroll.
As the two slipped through the hallways, finally entering The chamber with the large marble stand that held the scroll, they took a few minutes to make sure there were no traps.
"Keh, these Konoha-nin are so stupid, I cant believe they would leave the scroll in such an obvious spot." One Anbu mocked in disgust as he walked forward.
"Just shut up and grab the damn thing our bribe mentioned the shift change ends in another minute." His partner hissed harshly as he kept watch on the door.
The Anbu snorted as he walked forward.
With another quick check for traps he pulled the scroll from its berth and hefted it onto his back. He turned around to his partner and smirked, missing the dark shadow with a black mask that emerged like a specter from the darkest nightmares behind him.
Slowly the thing unsheathed two wickedly curved scimitars, one in a reverse grip in his left hand while the other held normally on his right.
"Heh, piece of cake." The Anbu scoffed making his partner turn to him.
His eyes immediately widened in alarm. "Behind you!" He called as he moved to run towards him.
The other, by sheer instinct alone, ducked, narrowly avoiding a swing that would have taken his head off. He pivoted on his heel and prepared to face his attacker. But before he could get a good look of anything other than the mask and Anbu clothing he felt the air in his lungs leave as a crushing kick connected with his chest. Sickening snaps echoed off the wooden walls of the room as his ribs cracked and broke from the hard impact.
He felt bile and blood escape his mouth as he soared across the room towards the far wall.
The Anbu that had been keeping watch by the door made a dive to catch his comrade and felt the air leave him as well as he did. He planted his feet firmly on the ground and used chakra to stick, he was astonished that even with doing so he still skidded a few feet before coming to a stop.
He placed his comrade down and checked him.
The Specter watched the scene with apathy, he slowly began walking towards them. His gait steady, even and sure.
The Anbu he had previously kicked coughed up blood and clutched his chest in pain.
The other Anbu turned and unsheathed his sword before charging.
The specter fluidly positioned his blades before he began spinning while simultaneously moving forward. His attacks fluidly coming in high and low. The Iwa Anbu, caught off guard by the strange maneuver didn't know how to defend properly, so he swerved to the side.
The thing stopped as he saw his target move. The Iwa Anbu took his cease in momentum and delivered a sharp kick to the fox ninjas face.
It took the blow without even flinching, its face barely moving an inch. Then it turned to look at his stunned opponent before straightening and beginning his onslaught again.
The Iwa Anbu again turned to the side, but the Konoha creature knew he would do so and turned the blade he had in his left hand so he could trust.
And as he spun again he dug in his heel and before the Iwa Anbu could understand what was going on the ghost thing stabbed his blade dead center into the mans chest, the wicked blade coming out the other side.
The Iwa Anbu coughed blood before he looked into the ninja's mask, through the slits of the eye holes and felt his breath stolen in quiet horror.
Those eyes, those empty cold pits of ice stared straight back into his own unflinchingly. He let out a final gasp before the specter swung his other sword and lobbed off his head with a sickening slice.
The other Anbu watched with terrified eyes as his comrade fell the stink of blood and evacuation of death quickly spreading through the room. He his fear filled gaze towards the looming, ominous form that was now slowly turning towards him, like a dark malevolent evil that had now set its sights on him. The blood dripping slowly off his blades the crimson fox mask shining in the dim light were the only things truly visible, making him all the more terrifying.
He shakily took the scroll off from his back, ignoring the aches in his chest. He extended it forward with shaking hands. "T-take it!" He stuttered throwing the scroll.
The thing fluidly sheathed its blade and caught the scroll, before placing it down and continuing his walk towards the Iwa nin.
The ninja's eyes widened before he swiftly got to his feet, fear and adrenalin numbing the pain in his chest as he tossed smoke bombs onto the floor sending a blanket of gray across the room.
Then he rushed to the open window and made a move to leap through it but the cold metal of a gauntlet wrapped around his throat and slammed him against the wall, holding him firmly three feet above the ground. He coughed and gasped, latching onto the Konoha Anbu's wrist in a futile attempt to remove the appendage from his person.
The specter watched the man squirm for a moment before he positioned his blade to strike and went in for the kill.
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