reincarnated in the world of naruto

Mina felt a chill run down her spine as the jōnin who had killed Dina moved. His silhouette slid through the mist with a chilling calm, as if the massacre happening around him held no importance.

—You know… —he murmured in a cold voice as he approached—. I wonder what face you'll make when I take away the only thing that makes you useful.

Mina reacted too late. When she tried to move, her body was already trapped.

An iron arm closed around her waist.

—DAMN YOU, LET ME GO!

She struck with her elbows, kicked with all her strength, but her captor didn't flinch.

—You're noisy.

And then, she felt the pressure.

Too late.

The world crumbled in an instant.

A dry, deep crack split the air like thunder.

Mina screamed.

It wasn't a scream of fury. It wasn't a battle cry. It was a primal, gut-wrenching wail, the sound of a body betrayed by its own structure.

The jōnin had lifted her off the ground with inhuman brutality, and with a simple twist of his hands, he snapped her spine in two.

The pain was indescribable.

Mina felt her back break like a dry branch. A spasm ran through her entire body, and then… nothing.

Her body stopped responding.

Panic drowned her more than the pain. She tried to move her fingers. Nothing. She tried to turn her head. Nothing.

No… no… no…

—Oops. —The jōnin dropped her to the ground like trash.

Mina hit the mud, unable to cushion her fall.

She couldn't move.

She couldn't feel her legs.

Her chest rose and fell with difficulty, her mind struggling to comprehend what had just happened.

—That should make you quieter.

The mocking laughter of the jōnin was the last thing she heard before her vision began to darken.

Leila couldn't breathe.

Her chest rose and fell in irregular spasms, but the air refused to fill her lungs. Her throat was tight, as if something invisible was strangling her. Her hands trembled. Her legs too.

She couldn't stop staring.

Dina, dead.

Rei, dead.

Banji, dead.

Terzhi, dead.

Sayuri, trapped, forced to watch.

Mina…

The sound of her spine snapping still echoed in her head, bouncing in her thoughts like a curse impossible to erase.

Leila felt nauseous.

The blood. The blood was everywhere. On the ground, in the air, on her skin. The metallic smell burned her nose, and with every breath, it felt like she was drowning in it.

She wanted to move. To do something. But her body was paralyzed.

Her legs wouldn't respond.

Her fingers couldn't grip her kunai.

Her eyes were fixed on Mina, on how her friend lay in the mud, motionless, her eyes open but lifeless.

No… no, no, no.

This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening.

She wanted to scream, but her voice broke before it could form.

Tears burned in her eyes, but she didn't let them fall.

Because she knew what they meant.

If she cried, if she let despair take over, it meant she had accepted defeat.

And if she accepted defeat…

They would all die.

But her fear was stronger.

Her body trembled like that of a lost child in the dark. Her skin was icy, her muscles rigid, her mind trapped in a cage of pure terror.

She couldn't win.

They couldn't win.

Not against them. Not against monsters who killed with such ease, with such chilling calm.

Not against assassins who destroyed bodies and lives without even flinching.

A sob tried to escape her throat. She swallowed it back with a painful spasm.

No.

She couldn't break down.

But fear was a poison already inside her.

Leila barely had time to react.

When the scarred ninja moved with speed. His fist, wrapped in chakra, sank into her abdomen with devastating force.

The impact was brutal.

The air left Leila's lungs in a choked gasp. A searing pain spread from her stomach to every fiber of her body. She felt her ribs crack under the pressure, and her vision blurred for a moment.

And then, the explosion.

The force of the blow catapulted her backward like a ragdoll. Her body flew through the air in an uncontrolled arc, her hair flailing with the violence of the movement. She couldn't think, she couldn't scream. She could only feel the void swallowing her as her consciousness faded little by little.

Her back hit the ground with a dry thud, bouncing once before lying still.

The rain soaked her face. Her fingers tried to clench into a fist, but the darkness was already claiming her.

And then, everything went black.

Afterward, the scarred ninja raised his sword with lethal precision and, with a single motion, Terzhi's head rolled across the ground. Sayuri looked on, trembling, her gaze fixed on the lifeless bodies of her comrades. Dina, Rei, Mina, Terzhi… all lay in pools of blood.

Then she looked at the robust ninja and said.

—Stop! Please! —her broken voice was barely a whisper lost in the chaos.

But there was no mercy. Banji tried to get up, his breathing ragged. The robust ninja, with relentless hands, grabbed him by the chest. Sayuri watched as the man applied pressure, sinking his fingers until the crunch of bones and flesh became unbearable. Banji let out a final gasp before collapsing, lifeless.

—No… no… —she whispered, her voice barely an echo of what it once was.

The jōnin looked at her with disdain.

—This is better. Much quieter.

Sayuri saw everything from her position. Her pupils trembled with pure horror.

She tried to move, but the woman holding her pushed her to the ground violently.

—I told you, not so fast, girl —she murmured with a twisted smile.

The other jōnin, the one who had killed Dina, approached Sayuri with calm steps, his dark and lecherous gaze scanning her from head to toe.

—Leave her to me —he said in a voice that froze her blood.

His companion looked at him with disgust but didn't argue. She simply threw Sayuri toward him, as if she were a disposable toy.

Sayuri stumbled, falling to her knees. She barely had time to react before she felt rough fingers grab her hair and yank her upward.

—You're scared, aren't you? —the jōnin whispered, leaning over her face with a twisted smile—. Don't worry… this won't hurt.

He laughed, a low and cruel sound.

Sayuri felt panic explode in her chest. She tried to struggle, but the grip was brutal, unyielding. Her nails scraped uselessly against her captor's skin.

Tears streamed from her eyes.

—Help! —she screamed with all her strength, her voice breaking in desperation.

But no one answered.

Until a hand appeared out of nowhere, slamming the Kirigakure ninja into the ground with brutal force.

—Brat… —The voice sounded firm, laced with annoyance—. Didn't I tell you your job is to be the bait that slips away?

Sayuri swallowed hard. Her mind took a few seconds to process what had just happened. With her heart still pounding in her chest, she looked up at the figure who had suddenly appeared.

She could barely believe what she was seeing. Her ragged breathing and tense body reflected the mix of relief and disbelief that overwhelmed her. Just when she thought all was lost.

The enemy ninja growled, shaking his head to clear the dizziness before getting to his feet in fury.

—Who the hell are you? —he spat, his tone filled with disbelief and rage. He looked around, and the expressions of his companions betrayed the same confusion—. No one saw you coming! We didn't even feel your chakra!

The silence grew heavy. Only then, squinting his eyes, did the ninja notice the absence of an arm on the man.

The figure in front of him laughed arrogantly, with the insolent confidence of someone who fears no death.

—Oh, well… —He brushed the dust off his clothes as if nothing had happened—. I guess the dead can know my name.

He smirked before adding:

—My name's Bruhil, you bunch of idiots.

The enemy ninjas felt a chill run down their spines.

The air was thick with tension. The rain and puddles faintly illuminated the battlefield, reflecting the lifeless bodies of the fallen ninjas.

—I hope you can entertain me —he said with a dry laugh, not taking his eyes off his opponent.

His finger pointed at the still-smoldering body of the ninja he had slammed into the ground just moments ago. His eyes, once serene, now burned with a dark determination.

—You will suffer my wrath.

The words were like a sharp blade in the air. In an instant, his pupils turned crimson, and three tomoe slowly spun within his irises.

The Kirigakure ninja instinctively took a step back, feeling a chill run down his spine. His breath hitched as the truth hit him full force.

—A-are you…?

Silence was his only answer. A silence that weighed like a sentence.

His thought being:

Today… today I will fulfill my vengeance.