Fallen Grace: A Naruto Fanfiction (Book 2, vol. 1)

Chapter 2: The Start of Another Tragedy (1)

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October 10th, 1987

A year that no one that existed in the current time would be ever to forget. It was the year that the entire world changed.

Whether it was for the good or bad was something up for debate. But such a year had engraved itself into the history of man, inserting itself to become something even greater than anything anyone had ever known.

It was the year the Continents and Countries converged.

And the year that jump started new history.

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Where it All Began... 70 Years Ago

"RUN!" Someone yelled, running as two inhumane entities dashed forward, clashing with such raw intensity. With the wind around them distorting, many citizens flew away due to the rupture.

"AHHHHHH!" Many screamed and screamed, and many cries were heard. But none paid attention to such cries; because there was merely a simple thought running across their minds.

To survive.

They wanted to live and survive; not be engulfed by the thrashes of the two entities that had appeared on the street of Japan.

Many people had their bodies severed from the cars that had been thrown away as though they were mere play toys to them.

Many may not have heard it, but those who did, seemingly understood who those two are.

Shinobi.

They had spoke to each briefly before entering a barrage of attacks that were blurs to their eyes. The citizens ran as their hearts had beaten out of their chest.

As sweat poured down, their minds were alluded with tyranny.

Survive.

Survive.

Survive.

They must live and see through everything. They held no disregard for others as they continued on. But while many fled, some were not so fortunate.

Many had been forced to hide amongst the cars that were both in ruin and in fine condition - they were the unlucky few.

"H-help me..." One plead to the overwhelming entities. Those around him that had been hiding had picked up on these words.

But the man held no disregard.

Picking him up by the back of the head, the man hoisted him up, making him act as though he was simple meat shield that was destined to protect him by sacrificing his life to him.

*SPLAT!*

The apathy on his face did not change; and he only kept moving forward as they fought with such evenness. The others tried moving, but they couldn't help but hesitate.

They had been poisoned by fear.

The electricity of the poison ran up their veins, stunning them for all eternity. They didn't want to end up like them-- the people who died by their hands.