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In a last, defiant cry of wrath Takahiro took it upon himself to try and mend the error of his ways. The Earth shook. Takahiro's ethereal fist of divine fury shocked the Kiri army as it took form and swatted the Kiri-nin away as if they were nothing but bats. Men were sent flying from side to side still charging ahead, screaming their death throes before it was even set in stone. As terrifying and awful it was to see this development from the lone Uchiha, it was either an honorable death for these soldiers or be turned into living effigies to be paraded around as dying cowards. The Bloody Mist had no mercy for deserters.

Given the sheer amount of men charging forth, even just a few rows would do nothing as the Mist continued to swarm en masse towards the walls to clash. There were people that would move and dodge out of the way keep charging with fear and anger in their hearts as they charged towards the shield walls. Some were speared, bu others took the opportunity to go straight for Takahiro. Given the amount of concentration and focus he was putting not to give into the pain of using Susanoo, Takahiro most likely couldn't protect himself against those that charged against him as he tried to slip back into the walls. At most, he'd take 2 deep stabs to the gut and arm while pulling back, swords caught and still trying to push through the opening made for Takahiro.

This self-destructive desperation to kill from the ninja of the Mist would lead to their assault continuing up until the final second where death for all was imminent. Before then, like the dying embers of a proud fire, Takahiro pushed himself beyond human limit as his entire body strained and tightened and pain coming millions of folds stronger as he pushed past the very idea of weakness itself creating an even stronger susanoo.

It was a truly courageous display if anything, one that would echo in the minds of the Kiri-nin thankfully in the back not wanting to get any closer to the scene. So many people were being torn and crushed as the giant walked and swung its massive sword for its first and last time as Takahiro removed one of his eyes and gave it to a messenger. The bird flew off just as the water formation walls went up. The closing force against the decaying Susanoo should have been more than enough as it all began to fail maintaining formation. Ultimately, Takahiro's counterassault was enough to wipe out at least half of the flank he targeted; numbers couldn't be made exacty given how many people were torn apart so quickly by the susanoo's fierce assault.

As the wave came crashing over the top and down atop the 3rd Battalion, what was Takahiro thinking? Surely his mind was filled with regret following his failures that led to this moment, but what of his loved ones back home? The ones waiting for him in the pure lands? All very vital things to think of one last time before the crashing wave ultimately smashed into the Susanoo, dousing the dying ember as he was taken from 15 ft. or so straight into the ground. The collision of these forces was already bone-shattering, and considering the grievous wounds Takahiro already had it would've been enough to crack his head and his chest while the strength of the ocean beared down upon him and the rest of the 3rd battalion.

Tak Sagara was covered by only more weight as it beared down and crushed her chest as the weight overtook her. While the water drained out of the now open area, given her previous injuries atop this there was no way she could even get up as the ninja of Kiri began to walk over the bodies and procedurally kill each member of the 3rd Battalion one by one. She and Takahiro both would die this way as they were stabbed in their hearts and heads, instantly killing them as they rested with blood pooling aorund for them. Given their previous injuries from the crashing waves to anything else, there was no way for them to really fight against their coming death anymore. In a sick and twisted light, you could say it was mercy for the pain that they had all suffered.

The only man who would survive from this was none other than Myoo, bracing the waves by turning his body into water and staying this way as the Kiri-nin above walked over and killed everyone else. Hidden under the dead, no one could see and even begin to think it anything else than just another pool of water as there was plenty more mixed in with blood around. It would just keep happening over and over, Myoo could feel as blade after blade danced across his transmutated state. If he were anyone else, he would've been stabbed hundreds upon hundreds of times by now.

These hundreds of stabs took the course of what felt like hours, but was only over the course of more than 5 minutes or so. Covered by the dead bodies of the very men you were fighting with moments ago as blood pooled all around you and threatened to swallow you up like a red sea. Eventually, the ninja of Kiri were gone and heading back to Konoha with the rest of their army.

In the distance you could hear people moving around in the shack close by, it was ravaged and its roof was smashed but there were still goods that had yet to be plundered. Around the mass grave were some sparce Kiri-nin left, mutilating the dead bodies and playing harsh jokes with their friends pretending to gut them before throwing some gore around as if they weren't holding the remains of dead men. It was a nightmare, and Myoo couldn't rely on his transmutated state for much longer given how much chakra he needed to use just to maintain during that entire massacre.

The only place that was immediately clear of any presence was the forest where Myoo could give some respite before changing back and figuring out his plan to run from this great wound of a battlefield.