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The Final stand

Myōō noted all the events that happened around him before the waves of water. He noted the emerald like titan fighting off as many of the enemies as possible. Personally Myōō couldn’t do much of the situation as eventually it dwindles as his division to fight the enemy and provide covering fire. Once the events transpired and everyone was killed, Myōō remained hidden underneath a dead body as the Kiri-nin’s walked around landing the final blows. Myōō would feel the blades passing through his transmuted form, leading to him receiving no damage at all. This was a terrible experience, the blades passing through i'm only making him cringe, but he made no sudden movements as he knew any move would result in his death. Myōō waited patiently for the right time to move, provided the fact that finally after such a long period of time the killing spree was over. Myōō felt like he was in a literary nightmare, the sheer feeling of being stabbed hundreds of times which only lasted for about 5 min’s felt like hours. Though he continued to wait for as long as he needed until the coast was clear.

The Lone Soldier

Myōō moved swiftly but silently through the battle field in his liquefied state, making sure he stood low so nobody could actually spot him. The hydrification Jutsu did consistently eat chakra, but Myōō had a very large pool, not to mention his chakra control was almost flawless allowing him to get through this smoothly with enough chakra. Myōō would get behind a tree and reformed himself silently, he remained entirely hidden as he couldn’t allow himself to get caught. He heard the sound of people within the depot they had raided but failed at taking the supplies. Myōō refused to let at least this part of his mission fail. Since he was reformed and kept himself hidden, it would be very unlikely for the Kirigakure ninja’’s to notice him. Myōō had earlier successfully tagged the place up, after all they had taken the supplies successfully so it was obvious this part had been successful. Myōō then created a water clone of himself to remain behind as a distraction as he dashed forward at a high speed trying to get away from this vicinity, he used the body flicker especially to conceal his movements and move as fast as possible. The Kirigakure ninja’s wouldn’t even be able to notice he had gotten away as he did this ever so swiftly, he had made a break for the single opening, which was for the forest, this would allow him to relax and respite, but before he got out of range for the water clone he left behind. He ordered it to fulfil its final duty before dispersing to water again. This was a diversion just incase if Kirigakure ninja’s found out about Myōō’s whereabouts through another method, if not the clone would go unnoticed as well.

Myōō would order his water clone to activate the the explosive tags set inside the run down shack they weren’t able to destroy. Had this been successful, it would instantly kill all the Kiri-nin’s who stood in the said place, not only wiping them out while they rejoiced in fun, but pretty much destroying all the supplies that was left in this depot. Myōō had no choice as he was the only surviving member of the 3rd battalion. He needed to survive and not only that, this explosion work in his favor for 2 factors. The first being that it would eliminate the enemies and create a great diversion for his entire getaway. The second was to probably get the attention of Keldran if he was heading towards this field to provide the backup they needed previously. Either way this would give Keldran an idea of where Myōō was located, causing him to fly in the direction of this said explosion (If he was on his way).

If Myōō was safe and was able to lower his guard as he was on edge this entire moment and kept an eye out around him to ensure no one was coming towards his location. He would slowly tear up as he couldn’t believe what had happened. He personally felt disgusted and it bothered him to whole other level. The same comrades he wished to see again, and finally had gotten to reconnect with him had died. Takahiro especially his rival, would be dead and this hurt Myōō beyond belief. The tears streaming down his face, but he didn’t make any sob sounds as he knew what was going on around him. He was silently crying as the images of that dead battlefield continue to play through his head. Myōō couldn’t handle it, he felt useless and even began debating on taking his own life for such a failure like this. Though the fear of him dying was what kept him alive, he had survived this long so it was obvious he needed to keep pushing forward. This mentally being the only thread that kept him sane, all he hoped was that someone would arrive. After all Myōō was traumatized to a level that was completely knew, inside rage was boiling as well, but he didn’t let it overtake him. Myōō remained hidden far away from the shack, hidden within the forest. Had Keldran flew by on his dragon’s, this dragon would easily be able to notice the singular heat signature down below. He simply remained hidden in the forest, keeping low and replenishing the strength he needed to forge on. Myōō then whispered to himself in a tone that only he could hear “Fuma strong till the end…” He mentioned his nindo one last time as he waited for positivity to reach him.