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34.37% An Uchihas Survival Guide / Chapter 11: Chapter 11: Awakening Fury

บท 11: Chapter 11: Awakening Fury

Asura's lungs burned, and his legs screamed in protest, but he kept running, forcing his body to move. The retreat had turned into a massacre. He had seen it happen—one by one, his group fell, the adults and teens cut down as they tried to fend off the relentless wave of enemies. Now, he was alone, sprinting through the forest, desperate to escape the chaos that threatened to consume him.

His mind raced as he weaved through the trees, trying to avoid the sounds of battle that still echoed in the distance. He knew he couldn't stop. If he did, it would be over. But just when he thought he had managed to get away, he stumbled into a small clearing, and his heart sank. He was surrounded.

Nine figures emerged from the shadows, blocking every escape route. There were four Senju children, two Inuzuka with their ninja dogs snarling by their sides, and three Kurama clan members with cold, taunting expressions. They had him trapped, and they knew it.

"Well, look at what we have here," one of the Kurama clan members sneered. "A little Uchiha rat trying to run away."

"Looks like he's alone," said one of the Inuzuka, a savage grin on his face. His dog barked, its eyes locked on Asura as if it was ready to pounce. "I bet he thought he could escape us."

The Senju children exchanged glances, their eyes filled with cruel amusement. One of them, a tall boy with dark hair and a confident smirk, stepped forward. "We've already killed plenty of your kind today," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "And you'll be no different. I even killed the strongest child Uchiha. She tried to save her friends, but it was pointless."

Asura's heart stopped, and the world seemed to blur around him. His mind replayed the boy's words, and a cold, burning fury erupted inside him. He knew exactly who the Senju was talking about. Reina. She had died trying to protect others, and this boy had taken her life.

His fists clenched around the hilt of his sword, his body trembling with rage. The single tomoe in each of his eyes began to spin faster and faster until a second one formed, sharpening his vision, intensifying his focus. With his Sharingan now showing two tomoe in each eye, the world became clear, every movement, every breath, every flicker of muscle visible to him.

"You're going to pay for that," Asura whispered, his voice low but filled with venom.

Without hesitation, he charged at the closest child, one of the Inuzuka. The boy's dog lunged at him, fangs bared, but Asura was already moving, his Sharingan tracking every movement. He sidestepped the dog, spinning around to slash at its throat. The dog yelped and collapsed, blood spraying across the ground.

The Inuzuka boy let out a furious shout and rushed at him, claws extending from his hands as he swiped at Asura's face. But Asura's eyes caught every movement, every twitch of muscle. He dodged to the side, his sword flashing as he countered, slicing deep into the boy's arm. The Inuzuka staggered back, clutching the wound, but before he could recover, Asura stepped forward and drove his sword into the boy's chest.

The boy's eyes widened in shock, and he fell to the ground, his hands still gripping the blade that had pierced him. Asura pulled the sword free, blood dripping from its edge, and turned to face the others.

"You little—" one of the Kurama members started, but before she could finish, Asura felt a sudden chill wash over him. The world around him began to distort, the colors shifting, the trees bending and twisting unnaturally. It was a genjutsu, and he could feel it pulling him in, trying to trap him in a nightmare.

But Asura's Sharingan saw through the illusion, and with a surge of chakra, he dispelled it, shattering the genjutsu. The Kurama girl's eyes widened in surprise, but she barely had time to react before Asura was upon her. He feinted to the left, making her flinch, then swept his leg out, knocking her off balance. She fell, and Asura brought his sword down, ending her life in a swift, brutal strike.

The remaining Kurama members tried to back away, panic starting to show on their faces. They attempted to weave new genjutsu, but Asura was faster. He rushed forward, slashing at one of them and forcing the other to retreat. They were no match for him; their illusions were useless against his Sharingan, and without their tricks, they were just as vulnerable as anyone else.

He cut down the second Kurama, then the third, his movements swift and precise. Every slash, every step was calculated, each movement flowing into the next. It was as if his body had become an extension of his rage, a tool to exact his vengeance.

The remaining Senju and Inuzuka children exchanged nervous glances, realizing that they had underestimated him. One of the Senju, the same boy who had claimed to kill Reina, stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. "You think you can beat us all?" he said, trying to sound confident, but Asura could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

"I don't think," Asura said, his eyes locking onto the boy's. "I know."

The Senju boy snarled and charged, and the other children followed, trying to overwhelm Asura with their numbers. But his Sharingan allowed him to see everything—the subtle shifts in their stances, the faintest flickers of movement. He ducked under a wild swing from an Inuzuka, slicing at his legs before spinning to block a strike from one of the Senju.

The battle was chaos, but Asura moved through it with deadly precision, his rage guiding him. One by one, he cut them down, dodging and weaving, using his Substitution Jutsu to avoid attacks, then countering with deadly force. The ground was slick with blood, and the air was filled with the sound of clashing blades and pained cries.

The last one standing was the Senju who had killed Reina. He was breathing hard, his eyes wide with fear as he realized he was alone. Asura's eyes blazed with fury, the two tomoe in each eye spinning as he stepped forward, his sword raised.

"You killed her," Asura said, his voice cold, devoid of mercy. "And now, you die."

The Senju boy screamed and rushed at him, his movements frantic, desperate. But Asura was calm, focused. He sidestepped the attack, slamming the hilt of his sword into the boy's stomach, making him double over in pain. Asura grabbed the boy by the collar, lifting him up, forcing him to meet his gaze.

"Look at me," Asura said, his Sharingan spinning, burning the image of his eyes into the boy's mind. "Remember this."

And then, with a swift, final motion, he plunged his sword into the boy's chest. The Senju's eyes widened in shock, his mouth opening as if to say something, but no words came. Asura twisted the blade, then pulled it free, letting the boy fall to the ground, lifeless.

Asura stood there, panting, his heart pounding in his chest, his hands covered in blood. He looked around at the bodies that surrounded him, the remnants of his enemies, and felt a strange, hollow satisfaction. He had avenged Reina, but the victory felt empty, tainted by the loss and the bloodshed that had led him here.

He sheathed his sword, his Sharingan still active, the two tomoe in each eye glinting in the dim light. This was war, he realized. This was the world he had been thrust into—a world where death was the only certainty, and where even the smallest victory came at a terrible cost.

But he would survive. He had to. For Reina, and for himself.


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