Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-25687356-20160506032500/@comment-24937485-20160513065707

Seeing as the mist continued to spread, Kei continued to move back while using narrow openings to dast behind walls and the remains of buildings. But where he had expected the mist to be temporarily halted, or slowed down due to being forced to squeeze through a whole, he was something that one would only imagine seeing in a nightmare. An acidic mist completely melted through whatever wall or obstacle Kei left between him and the ever approaching miasma of terror. Yet, as he ran, and kept that gap he had created at the start and maintained ever since, the Uchiha noted that the enemy held no sense of awareness for his allies. Many soldiers of the Rain were brought to die in anguish as the mist consumed them; screaming in agony as their bodies melted away by one of their very own.

Kei made smart use of this friendly-fire as he moved around the outline of the enemy forces and seeing as the sunagakure forces were less than few, the number of enemy casualties would be far greater. If his plan worked, the acidic mist would consume hundreds and hundreds of enemy troops as Kei ran as fast as his feet could carry him; due to the acidic mist continuing its chase. His heart now pounding heavily in his chest, he felt his body screaming for rest, but he couldn’t stop. The will of fire in his soul kept him going, it burned so brightly that the boy pushed himself further than he normally could. The adrenaline rushing through his body keeping his muscles going as he’d run a huge stretch of ground to make a half circle before finding a small circular metal door in the ground as he came to a grinding halt hand grabbed hold of the handlebar. Pulling it open, he quickly dropped down inside the sewers of Sunagakure and closed the lid above him before any mist could follow him inside.

The stench was unbelievable as the smell of excrement and rotting foods net his nose. He immediately felt a wave of nausea come up and he threw up and with a shaking hand again the wall began to wander off through the dark tunnels, occasionally staring behind him to see if he was being followed or not. He had lost Keldran on the battlefield,, unknown whether he had survived or not, and at this point he was not certain if he’d even survive himself. Collapsing against the wall, Kei groaned in pain and struggled to move on. And before long, found himself drifting in and out of consciousness.

For now, he waited to see if death would come after him or not. If not, then the chance was great that Kei would soon pass out. But he’d resist it as long as possible knowing that he had to return his information to the leaf, knowing that he had to do everything he could to find out about Keldran. But those were all but hopes and dreams. He was near powerless now, pushed beyond his limits. So with a future uncertain, Kei roared out in anger with such a huge amount of pent up emotion that it echoed throughout the entire sewage way. His entire heart drained in that single yell where he finally feed himself of those lingering chains that were the last claws pulling him into the darkness.

Flashes of his family, of fellow shinobi, of slain enemies, of those he knew who had died, all went by his eyes in a rapid series of frames that portrayed his life. He couldn’t stand it anymore, the feeling of being torn between duty and comradery, effectiveness or emotions.

“How can one do what’s right… in a world so wrong?”