The Sin of Family

Onochi POV

Blood splashed on the floor, staining the ground red. My clone dealt the finishing blow with a quick swing of his sword to decapitate the assassin.

I slump down on the floor while huffing. I never thought that it would work. I used the smoke bomb with the shadow clone because I had noticed that no one in this era knows what a clone is.

I stared at the decapitated body and looked at my hands. "I killed someone…"

I was less traumatized because of what I saw earlier. The gruesome scene earlier helped me mentally prepare. I stared at the ceiling thinking of what to do next, but as the adrenaline ran out, I felt a sharp pain in my chest.

Remembering the wound I got earlier, I cursed at how much it hurt. I opened my kimono and saw a deep cut on my chest. Looking at it made it hurt more, so I quickly stopped.

I stood up and turned around and started walking to where I left Amara. However, as soon as I started walking, I suddenly heard footsteps behind me. Following the footsteps, I heard a deep voice,

"He really did kill 'em."

My body turned cold, and the adrenaline came back. I turned around, pulled the sword I took earlier, and jumped backward, creating space between me and the group of men.

There were three people, all wearing masks that fully covered their faces. All of them were strong, far stronger than the assassin from earlier.

My mind quickly thought of who these were, 'They were probably the ones that helped the assassin, or the ones that hired him… There's no way someone like that assassin can do anything inside this mansion…'

The mansion of the daimyo was big, and was filled with guards. More than 1000 ninjas guarded this place, and plenty of them are at least jonin level.

Sensing the three, I assumed that they were at least at the level of chunin… Except the one in the middle who never left his eyes off me. From chakra alone, I can feel that he's at least the same level as my father.

With an amused tone, the man in the middle asked, "A sensory type?"

Confused, I asked, "What? And who are you three?"

The man humored me, "I assumed you're a sensory type ninja, because of the way you looked at me compared to my companions. You saw me as the most dangerous. Either way, it doesn't matter. And as to who we are, it does not concern you."

The man began walking towards me, and with each step he took, the more frightened I was. I was so scared that my legs stopped moving, my instinct of fight or flight was gone, it was utter fear.

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He scoffed, "Scared?"

Without hearing my answer, he chuckled, "But of course you are. In the face of true death, even the bravest man cowers."

As he arrived in front of me, he got to my eye level and whispered, "You've faced death before, but you have never stared at it…"

'Move! Move! Move, goddammit! I said move!!!' I thought to myself.

He brought his sword up and the other men began to laugh. However, as soon as they started laughing, my mind went into a daze, the movement felt slow, and my surroundings felt like it was slowing down.

I gritted my teeth as my life flashed before my eyes. Both of my lives were remembered with vivid imagination.

'I've already died once!' I thought to myself.

My hands began to move, and my feet were blasted with my own chakra, making my speed twice as fast.

I leaped backward, avoiding the slash coming from the man. However, as soon as I dodged, the two men were already behind me. They struck my shoulders with such force, that it broke some of my bones.

Boom

"Argh!" I yelled in pain

As my ribs met the hard walls of the building, some of my ribs broke, with my shoulders being dislocated.

The pain was unbearable, my mind was about to collapse. I bit my lips, trying to ease out the pain. I bit so hard that my lips bled out, but nothing worked.

Every time I moved, even closing my hands, the sharp pain of my dislocated shoulders would appear. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't use my upper body because of my broken ribs, and now I can't use my hands.

Even if I were to try and move my lower body to escape, it would still hurt due to the broken ribs limiting my movement.

'They did this on purpose, to keep me here and toy with me!' I thought to myself.

"It hurts doesn't it?" Mocked the man in the middle.

I couldn't even breathe properly, let alone respond to this man.

He started to walk towards me once again, then squatted to meet my eyes, "Do you wanna know why I'm doing this?"

Seeing me in such a state, he chuckled as he knew I could not respond, "Your grandfather… Do you know what he did to my adopted sons?"

There was a hint of anger in his tone. His fist began to bleed as he clenched it.

"One…" Words were stuck in his throat before he continued, "One was decapitated in front of his brother. The other one… Was forced to drink a poison with a slow, but painful effect!"

Splash

"Argh!!!!!"

As he spoke, his anger flared and he stabbed my shoulders that were broken.

"I was devastated when I saw what had become of my sons. My wife… committed suicide, as she was infertile, those two were her only true sons that we raised since childhood."

He took out the sword and stabbed my other shoulder.

"Argh!! P-Please-"

Before I could ask him to stop, he covered my mouth with his bloody hand, "Shut your mouth! I know that one of my sons, the one your grandfather poisoned, begged for his life! Yet here we are…"

"I heard that your grandfather loved you dearly… I will inflict the same pain he has given me… You, your father, your mother, and every single one of your clansmen!"

He took out the sword once more and was about to stab me again. But he quickly stood up and looked around. I couldn't feel anything, but I sensed that the room was getting colder.

I saw that the window was getting icy steam coming out of the mask of the three men.

'Cold? At noon in the desert?' I thought to myself.

My vision began to fade and my hearing became worse. The last thing I saw before I passed out was a white slash, while I heard loud running and a woman yelling, "Onochi!"

'Mom?' I thought to myself as I finally fell asleep.