If He Killed Tobirama Now
Time flies, and a few years slip by unnoticed.
During those brief few days, Izuna devoted himself to practicing Ninjutsu, greeting the first rays of dawn at the training ground every day.
Koki also quietly stayed by Izuna's side, accompanying him on outings during breaks from his rigorous training.
Koki felt an unspeakable bitterness in his heart. This restrained sacrifice had nothing to do with the mission. His gaze towards Izuna was filled with deep heartache.
Thinking of Izuna's destined cruel fate—the fate of being taken by Tobirama Senju's fatal blow—he could not accept this predetermined end, and therefore devoted all his strength to rewriting his destiny.
Izuna lived up to Koki's expectations, making remarkable progress that was truly impressive, and his increased strength warmed Koki's heart.
On this day, he left the Uchiha Clan Compound feeling refreshed and ready to carry out a patrol mission in the surrounding area.
Patrols are usually conducted with two or three people traveling together, and it was originally planned that Koki and Izuna would go together.
However, the urgent summons from the clan's elders disrupted their plans. The elders' council was no small matter; as the clan head, Madara Uchiha was obliged to attend, and Izuna was also forced to attend.
Upon hearing the news, Izuna was furious and hurled curses at her, which made Koki unable to suppress her laughter.
In the Warring States period, before the establishment of ninja villages, the world was filled with bloodshed. Ninjas, bound by clans, were manipulated by the state like pawns, fighting on the battlefield.
They traversed between blood and fire, risking their lives for meager commissions to ensure the survival of their families.
This way of life, compared to the later ninja village era, was like the difference between hell and heaven.
On the battlefield, blood stained the land. The children of the family, who should have been laughing and playing under the protection of their parents, were cruelly pushed into the flames of war at an age when they were innocent and unaware of the ways of the world.
They trembled amidst the flashing swords, their youthful faces stained with gunpowder smoke. In this chaotic era, the average lifespan of a ninja was no more than thirty years; life was as fragile as grass.
Koki walked alone on her patrol route, these sorrowful images floated through her mind. She let out a long sigh, as if to release all the pent-up repression and helplessness in her heart.
After leaving the settlement, Koki followed the river, a river he knew all too well. He had memorized the patrol routes from the past, but today, he decided to explore further.
The surrounding scenery flashed by in his eyes, and occasionally a few birds would take flight, breaking the slightly dull silence.
The deeper one goes, the more ancient and tranquil the surroundings become. Time slips away silently with each monotonous step. Koki walks tirelessly, always keeping a vigilant mind.
However, everything around was quiet and peaceful, without any sign of anything unusual.
Before we knew it, the sun had risen to its zenith, its blazing rays like a blazing umbrella, relentlessly scorching the earth.
Koki felt as if the air was boiling, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her clothes were soaked through, clinging to her skin and bringing a sticky discomfort.
He quickened his pace to the riverbank, crouched down slightly, and was about to scoop up the icy river water to wash his face when he noticed an unusual color shimmering in the water—a faint trace of blood—slowly drifting past his eyes.
Koki frowned, his previous languid demeanor due to the heat vanishing instantly. He straightened up and, following the flow of blood, sharply turned his gaze upstream.
Sure enough, he saw a blurry figure lying there motionless on the riverbank not far away.
Are they displaced people? In this era of war and turmoil, countless people are displaced and suffer from the ravages of war. Perhaps they met with misfortune while fleeing.
Or perhaps, it was a ninja? If so, the situation becomes much more complicated. Which clan did he belong to? Was he friend or foe? Or was it a trap?
Koki slowly lifted her feet and cautiously walked towards the figure, each step as if treading on thin ice, her inner alarm bells ringing loudly.
He silently Chakra within his body, ready to deal with any unforeseen circumstances.
As the distance between them gradually shortened, the figure slowly became clearly outlined in Koki's vision.
It was a boy who looked to be only a teenager. He seemed to have been washed ashore from the river and was lying there unconscious.
However, Koki could still sense his slightly trembling chest, indicating that he was still breathing.
His gaze slowly slid down to the boy's right shoulder, which was half-submerged in the water. Upon seeing it, he involuntarily gasped.
Before them lay a horrifying wound, revealing the stark white bones beneath. Blood gushed forth like a fountain, mingling with the river water and staining it a faint crimson hue.
The edges of the wound were rough and uneven, as if torn by a serrated weapon, and the surrounding skin appeared pale from being soaked in river water.
Koki stopped and looked at the boy from a distance a few steps away. He looked around calmly, and apart from the gurgling water and the occasional chirping of insects, everything was quiet as usual.
He turned his gaze to the boy again, hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to approach him.
He reached out and gently examined the boy's body, finding no other significant injuries besides the severe wound on his shoulder.
Koki frowned slightly. If the situation wasn't addressed quickly, the boy might succumb to blood loss.
He crouched down, his fingers lightly touching the boy's body, and forcefully turned him over. In that instant, Koki's pupils contracted sharply.
It was him?
Koki never imagined that the severely injured boy before her was actually Tobirama Senju.
His silver-rimmed red eyes and long eyelashes cast dappled shadows on his pale face, like a delicate fan.
She wore a tight-fitting black battle robe that hugged her body, covered by overlapping blue armor adorned with delicate patterns. The white down collar on her shoulders, though stained with blood and water, did not diminish her elegant beauty.
On his youthful face, the three glaring red marks of the future had not yet been etched.
His eyes were tightly closed, casting soft, fragmented shadows beneath his eyelids. His quiet and obedient demeanor was completely different from when he was awake.
When he was sober, he always maintained a distant and aloof demeanor, like an unapproachable mountain flower, making people hesitate to approach him.
At this moment, all the sharpness had been subdued, leaving only endless vulnerability.
Koki stood quietly beside him, her expression shifting between dark clouds and fleeting moments of hesitation, her mind a jumble of emotions.
Izuna's image lingered in his mind: Izuna's smile, the beads of sweat on Izuna's brow as he diligently practiced Ninjutsu, and Izuna's boundless aspirations for the future.
Tobirama Senju —this name encapsulates too many grudges and entanglements.
To defeat Izuna, he was like a persistent hunter, meticulously planning day and night, leaving no detail overlooked, and finally found the blind spot in Izuna's defenses.
With extraordinary talent, he created the chilling "Flying Thunder God Technique." In the decisive moment of fate, Izuna didn't even have time to react before his life was taken by that merciless blade.
After that, Tobirama Senju's reputation in the Shinobi World soared, and his "Flying Thunder God Tactics" had reached a level of unparalleled mastery.
His speed is so great that he truly deserves the title of the King of Speed Shinobi World. In the blink of an eye, he can appear behind the enemy and deliver a fatal blow.
Tobirama often plots and schemes behind the scenes for his brother Hashirama. His calm and wise mind allows him to remain clear-headed no matter what crisis he faces. His analysis of the situation is unique and accurate, and his perception is superb. When he strikes, he is fierce and ruthless, never giving his enemies a chance to breathe.
Koki's gaze was fixed on Tobirama Senju's neck. He slowly raised his hand and quietly reached towards that vulnerable spot.
If he kills Tobirama now...