Chapitre 2: Chapter 2: Accepting Death
In an unfamiliar world, two stunning women engaged in a passionate conversation. Their pure beauty illuminated their surroundings with a radiant glow. Suddenly, a disturbance in the fabric of space caught their attention, causing a sense of unease to wash over the woman with lustrous black hair.
The anomaly possessed an otherworldly aura, demanding immediate investigation for the sake of her devoted followers. Filled with determination, she approached the disturbance, and her companion followed suit, drawn by curiosity and concern.
To their astonishment, a swirling purple mist emerged from the anomaly, giving way to the arrival of a young boy. His enigmatic presence was accentuated by his raven-hued locks, framing his face in an intriguing manner.
One of his eyes bore a captivating ripple pattern, adding an air of mystery to his appearance. However, the gravity of the situation became evident as their gaze fell upon his missing arm, its absence accompanied by a steady flow of crimson.
Falling through the portal, Sasuke became acutely aware of the looming presence of death drawing near. The bandages that once concealed his missing limb had vanished, leaving him exposed and bleeding profusely.
Exhaustion coursed through his being, weighing heavily on him and amplifying his pain. Struggling to regain focus, he could vaguely discern the silhouettes of two figures in his immediate surroundings and they were strong.
Sasuke contemplated the presence of others nearby, his mind filled with a flurry of thoughts. Uncertain of their intentions—whether they would befriend or harm him—he considered various escape and recovery strategies.
However, each plan relied on his dwindling chakra reserves, leaving him with limited options. Faced with this predicament, he resolved to unleash a devastating attack without regard for the consequences. After all, he was already a rogue shinobi, having lost his family. How much worse could things get?
Drawing upon the last traces of his fading chakra, Sasuke activated his Sharingan, triggering a remarkable transformation. The three tomoe in his eyes evolved into the eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, captivating the attention of the black-haired woman who felt an inexplicable connection to him. A swirling purple aura enveloped Sasuke, shrouding him in further mystique.
Harnessing his newfound power, Sasuke summoned his Half of his Susanoo, initially appearing as a skeletal rib cage but gradually manifesting into a magnificent warrior adorned with muscles and tendons. This majestic purple avatar stood tall before him, emanating an aura of formidable strength.
However, amidst this awe-inspiring display, Sasuke's deteriorating condition became apparent as he coughed up blood, a harsh reminder of his weakening state. As Sasuke was preparing combine Amaterasu with his Susanoo, he stopped.
Struggling to maintain his composure, he spoke through fits of bloody coughs, noting, "It appears they are not launching an attack." His impaired vision added to his challenges, further obscuring his surroundings."
Overwhelmed by the gravity of the situation, Sasuke couldn't help but express a mixture of bitterness and humor. "Is this death? After everything, it seems I am nearing my end," he sighed and could not help but jokingly remarked, "That idiot Naruto will actually outlive me."
As Sasuke's Susanoo began to fade, he sensed the exhaustion and weariness that consumed his spirit. A lifetime filled with darkness and tragedy had taken its toll on him. With a bittersweet smile, he whispered, "Itachi, it seems we will be reunited."
A sense of calm washed over him, and he embraced the inevitability of death with serene acceptance. Collapsing to the ground, all movement ceased as he prepared to join his beloved family in the afterlife, a smile lingering on his lips.
Meanwhile, the black-haired woman felt a strong connection to the boy, sensing that he somehow belonged among them. Addressing Yasaka, she requested her assistance, saying, "Please help the boy, Yasaka. If we handle this situation carefully, he could become a valuable ally."
Yasaka, also known as the nine-tailed fox, had a captivating presence. Her flowing blonde hair cascaded down her back in a pony tail. Nine golden-colored fluffy tails swayed gracefully behind her, emitting an aura of divine power.
Her captivating figure, on the other hand, drew attention—a figure accentuated by a yellow kimono that clung to her curves with tantalizing allure. Her ample bosom strained against the fabric, threatening to erupt.
Yasaka possessed both enchanting beauty and a heart full of compassion. Her eyes, filled with a mix of sorrow and determination, conveyed a genuine promise to help the young boy. Recognizing the depth of tragedy that surrounded him, her voice carried a familial sadness as she vowed, "I will do everything I can to assist this boy. It's truly heartbreaking to see such a young child in such despair."
Kneeling down beside the boy, Yasaka's gaze held warmth, along with a genuine desire to offer salvation. Carefully examining his injured form, she felt a sense of intrigue. His serene smile in the face of impending death fascinated her, evoking both curiosity and admiration. Drawing upon her Youjustu powers, she cast a healing spell, channeling energy to stop the bleeding from his wounds.
Gently, she cradled the boy in her arms, paying no mind to the difference in their sizes. With a tender touch that belied her immense power, Yasaka carried him to an unoccupied room in her home, carefully placing him on a soft bed.
Yasaka devoted herself wholeheartedly to tending to the boy's wounds, offering him the utmost care and attention. With a calm demeanor and steady hands, she skillfully applied first aid, delicately cleaning and dressing his injuries.
Each touch was gentle and precise, as if handling something fragile yet immensely valuable. As she diligently worked, she couldn't help but be fascinated by the boy's chakra, a phenomenon that intrigued her deeply.
The realization that chakra, predominantly associated with yokais, resided within this young boy left Yasaka astounded. It ignited a curiosity within her, driving her determination to unravel the mysteries surrounding him. It also explained the profound connection she felt with him, recognizing his potential to become a formidable ally.
Continuing her meticulous care, Yasaka carefully undressed the boy, prioritizing his comfort and cleanliness. With a sponge and warm water, she tenderly cleansed his body, taking extra precautions around his wounds.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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