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Tsuneo wasn’t sure when it happened but at some point he had possibly broken or severely sprained his ankle. He limped along, bracing himself against a spear he had found abandoned on the battlefield. The rest of his body was covered in blood, both his and that of others. Small cuts crisscrossed his torso and arms, his shin-armor was dulled and scratched, his sandals and pants were covered in mud and blood, and his cape had torn in several places. His goggles sat gingerly on his head, and he fingered his gemstone necklace, rubbing his hand across the two small blue beads which had belonged to his sister and mother respectively. After t

The battle raged on, Tsuneo found himself drawn into supporting his various compatriots. He walked through the bloodshed with no apparent goal or destination. He moved as if on autopilot, his body instinctively moving to protect itself from stray kunai and shuriken. Whenever he caught sight of a fellow shinobi struggling against a stronger opponent he would lend strength and a distraction. He found his speed to be lacking in comparison to his mightier foes, but what he lacked in agility he made up for in strength and some well-aimed taijutsu. His sight was filled with bodies, both dead and alive, and widespread destruction. The earth was sc

Tsuneo’s eyes grew wide as the assailant appeared before him, sword raised. He willed his feet to move, his throat ran dry, and his voice refused to work. All he could do was mentally scream at his body to do something, anything, to just react. He watched the sword swing down and fall towards his body. Finally, he felt the coiled energy within him break loose, and he leapt to the side, barely registering the sound of metal scraping against metal as the sword glanced off of his forehead protector which was wrapped around his upper arm. As he regained his balance his muscle memory kicked in and it was as if the world, which had been mov