Yashiro watched his wife and children die horribly amid the ruins of South Street.
Meanwhile, in another parallel layer of consciousness, Tekka was enduring an entirely different torment.
Tekka found himself standing in the courtyard of the Konoha Military Police Force.
Cold black rain fell from the sky.
The members of the Second Squad, who usually patrolled and joked around with him, were all kneeling in the mud with their arms twisted behind their backs.
Three full rings of executioners wearing Anbu masks surrounded them.
"Captain Tekka, open your eyes and watch closely."
Utatane Koharu's age-spotted face emerged from the shadows.
"The Military Police Force is suspected of treason. Under village regulations, every member will be executed."
Tekka tried to draw his sword, only to discover that his hands were shackled to a torture rack with fine steel chains.
"Bullshit!"
"The Military Police Force just caught a thief this morning!"
"Who committed treason?!"
Tekka cursed at the top of his lungs.
No one answered his demands.
An Anbu ninja swung a short sword.
The young police officer at the front had his head sent rolling straight into a puddle.
Dark red liquid spurted from his headless neck.
"That's Hikari!"
"He only got engaged last month!"
Tekka's eyes were bloodshot, his eyeballs nearly bulging from their sockets.
A second blade fell.
The veteran patrolman who always brought Tekka savory pancake wraps collapsed.
Then came the third, and the fourth.
Faces that had once brimmed with life became cold corpses, one after another.
Tekka desperately shook the iron frame behind him.
His wrists had been rubbed raw, exposing white bone, and blood trickled down the chains.
"Stop!"
"Come at me if you've got the guts!"
"Let them go!"
Tekka's howls echoed through the empty courtyard.
The Anbu moved in perfect unison, their