Hidden Leaf genin were engaged in a desperate struggle against three figures instantly reizable as Sound ninja. Dosu Kinuta, Zaku Abumi, and Kin Tsuchi – the infamous trio, their Sound Vilge headbands stark against the green backdrop of the forest. The clearing was a whirlwind of motion, a brutal dance of attad defense, punctuated by fshes of chakra and the siing thud of bodies hitting the ground.
The Leaf genin were clearly outmatched and on the defensive.
And then there was Rock Lee. Lee was a force of nature, a whirlwind of raw power aless momentum. His taijutsu was a breathtaking dispy of speed and precision, a blur of limbs and focused strikes. He moved with an almost superhuman agility, his green jumpsuit a streak of vibrant cainst the muted tones of the forest. Yet, even Lee’s incredible physical prowess was struggling against the coordinated assault of the Sound ninja.
Okay, so Dosu was the main problem – this guy had this freaky Arm on thing. And it wasn't just shooting bsts, it was like sending out invisible shockwaves with every hit. You couldn't see it ing, but it packed a serious punch. Lee, who was crazy fast usually, was clearly having a really tough time dealing with it. He was still moving like lightning, but you could see him starting to get thrown off bance by those sonic bsts. His dodges weren't quite as smooth, and he looked like he was barely keeping up his defenses.
Then there was Zaku, who was adding to the chaos with these air sshes. Imagine invisible bdes slig through the air – that's what it looked and sounded like. They were ing at Sakura with deadly accuracy, f her to jump and twist stantly just to stay out of their way, all while she was trying to heal and protect Lee at the same time.
And Kin Tsuchi? She was like this stant little pest, darting around and flig these needles. Her attacks weren’t about big damage, it was more about messing you up, ping nerves and throwing you off yame. Just a really annoying and dangerous oppoo deal with in the middle of everything else.
The ground around them was totally wrecked. It looked like it had been torn apart by a storm, all ed up and messy from the force of the attacks. Branches were snapped and scattered everywhere, and there were scorch marks on the ground in patches. The air itself was humming with the echoes of those sonis and the raw power of chakra smming together. You could even smell it – that sharp, electric smell of ozone, mixed with the heavy, earthy smell of dirt that had been kicked up and the crushed smell of pnts underfoot. It was a seriously intense se, just screaming how brutal and unfiving these in Exams really were.
Kuro, Xero, and Reika remained cealed, the unfolding battle from behind the protective bulk of a massive tree trunk. The in Exams, Kuro thought grimly, were not a game. This was not a test of skill in a trolled enviro. This was a fight for survival, a brutal demonstration of the harsh realities of the shinobi world. And right now, Rock Lee and Sakura were fighting for their very survival against overwhelming odds.
“Lee and Sakura are in serious trouble,” Kuro observed, his voice low and tight, the detached observer momentarily giving way to genuine . He had seen Lee’s unwavering spirit, Sakura’s desperate efforts to protect her teammate. Even knowing the oute from his fragmented memories didn't lessen the visceral impact of witnessing their struggle firsthand. He exged another silent look with Xero and Reika, a shared uanding passiweehe unspokeion hung heavy in the air: Do we intervene? we afford not to?
Xero shifted his stance, his body tensing, a clear indication that his impulsive nature was urging him to a. Kuro could practically see the gears turning in Xero’s mind, the instinctive desire to jump into the fray and even the odds. But just as Xero began to move, to uncoil like a spring ready to be released, Kuro’s hand shot out, gripping Xero’s arm with surprising strength, halting him in his tracks. He pulled Xero back, deeper into the shadows behind the tree, his eyes fixed ily on the brutal se unfolding in the clearing.
"Hold up," Kuro hissed, his grip tightening on Xero's arm. "Wait." He barely breathed the words, but they were firm. "We have to watch first. Figure out what's happening before we jump in. Charging in blind could just make it even worse." He knew he sounded detached, maybe even a bit heartless, talking tactics when someone was getti down. But i was anything but calm. His gut twisted seeing (or rather hearing) what Lee and Sakura were going through. Every instinct screamed at him to move, to do something. But that cold voice of reason, the ohat khe risks, was holding him back. Just for a beat. Just long enough to uand. But standing there, listening to the brutal sounds of the fight eg around them, every g and cry was like a painful jab.
"Well…" Kuro began, the word hanging in the air, less a statement and more like a flimsy justification he was trying to sell himself. "Maybe… maybe in the end, nobody will actually get seriously hurt. That’s… that’s the most important thing, isn’t it?" He said it more to the trees than to Xero or Reika, his voice ced with a fragile hope that barely masked the underlying doubt. "So… maybe doing nothing for now… maybe that's actually the right call." But even as he spoke the words, they sounded hollow, unving even to his own ears against the backdrop of the still-violent sounds eg from the fight. After all, he *wao see himself fighting against them, and the drama was truly intriguing.
Kuro's focus so Sasuke, a figure radiating darkness amidst the fight. This wasn't the usual Sasuke; a dark aura pulsed around him, the curse mark on his arm a grotesque, writhing brand. It pulsed ominously, feeding off him.
