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Aburame Shouta was one of the most persistent Kumogakure no Sato ninja still fighting a sacrificial contention. This indigenous war was enervating Shouta’s very inner core. However the Aburame wasn’t allowing the warriors soul to sequester. The Kumogakure no Sato proponent was still very much within’ this elongated altercation as though this was the Aburame’s calling. Shouta however heard reports from compatriots about a mysterious depressing cougar that reeked incontrollable havoc amongst the sabotaged Raikage fortification. So because our warrior was hoping to eradicate all enigmatic individuals from Kumogakure no Sato, Shouta had the Genin’s own foundations amongst the avenue towards the Raikage’s tower.

This terrace was filled with chaotic images. Cadavers covered the entire avenue towards the famous tower, cadavers that were Shouta’s greatest patrons. Each corpse had various burn marks amongst their film. These burn marks further confirmed the various rumors that Shouta’s compatriots had spread. The enigmatic cougar was the infamous ebony lightning panther. A death enticing creature made of pure black lightning chakra. The power alone ranked high amongst the fabled strengths of old. Each footfall Shouta gave while walking the carcass covered streets was cautious. The Aburame warrior prided himself in being one with adumbrate, as any true ninja should.

Additionally the Aburame warrior was overseeing a battle with fabled power. A discrete and quite approach was necessary if one hoped to live through such courageous encounters. Ebony oculus were roaming through the desolated and devoured area. Shouta’s delineation kept discretion as the warrior’s strongest ally during these present altercations. Reverberations gracing Shouta’s tender eardrums, sibilated sounds reiterate throughout the Raikage’s mansion. Sounds of lightning continued, Shouta knew the warriors destination was approaching. Pest flying throughout the Aburame’s red hoodie, creating a Mushi Bunshin while the actual Shouta hid within’ the massive amounts of deceased cadavers.

Not even the supreme hunters could tell where the Aburame now lay. However an identical appearance of the Aburame approached these sibilated sounds. Mushi Bushin appearing fifteen meters behind an accustomed sight. Ramui, standing ahead of the Mushi Bushin with steel blades drawn. The achromatic haired warrior seemed to forget it t’was encountering lightning, steel could do little against such a foe. While this all had occurred Shouta hid within’ the cadavers while thirty meters behind the Mushi Bunshin. For a true ninja should and would not battle a fabled foe without first acquiring some abominable knowledge about the adversary.

Shouta appeared amongst the barren wasteland with ever growing intense haste. The Aburame warrior wasn’t one to blindly rush into intensive war. Body amongst bodies warring in one area that no longer becomes discrete. The youth found such actions idiotic. For the beast come where blood has been drawn and blood is always drawn when chaotic altercations arise. However amongst these dark times chaos was like second nature. A warrior born today could die tomorrow. A poor soul never even learning whom their mother and father are. Shouta however was a lucky individual, both family members remaining discreetly safe within’ Kumogakure no Sato. However Shouta hastened towards the battlefield to provide a discrete back up for fallen comrades.

Slender figure approached the dark corridors of this large battlefield. Ebony flames laying witness to the evil side of war. Bodies upon bodies stacking up like fire wood amongst a abandoned fireplace. Fifteen meters there seemed to be survivors, a warrior drawing weapons of intense destruction. Steel blades that could bring out a warm liquid covered in red. Shouta kneeled, digits brushing against the cold dead surface known as the ground. Ebony flames looked amongst these two warriors whom were clearly edging inch by inch into the dark and deep abyss of death.

The Aburame’s tender pink hued confinements parted, voice rising with intense incision. “You two, I’d have your names and allegiances” Shouta glared amongst the two while behind the white haired youth. “Death has clearly invoked wrath amongst this area but such brutish altercations can be halted now. Let us not spill more blood amongst the deep deadened sea.” Clearly these two warriors were amongst this grudge ending and death incitement. So common human courtesy seemed like a invitation that just never arrived for these warriors. Though while Shouta was knelt amongst the deadened abyss the Kumogakure no Sato emblem blared amongst the warriors slender waist. A belt laid to signify the Aburame’s allegiance.