Sakura Kiss chap 9- Demon of the Mist

Sakura Kiss chap 9- Demon of the Mist

“Our attackers appeared to be Chunin level ninja from Kirigakure- ninjas from the land of mist. They are widely known for their determination to continue fighting until they secure their goal, even at the price of death.”
Kakashi walked up to the two bound ninjas. One of the men stared at him with hate.
“Clearly, they were anticipating our attack.” He spat.
“Not really,” Kakashi corrected. “The sun is out, and it hasn’t rained here for many days now. That puddle you guys were hiding in seemed very out of place.”
Tazuna was taken over by sudden curiosity.
“Well, if you knew all that, then why did you let those men attack you guys?”
“Oh, we could have killed them easily,” the Hatake replied with a nod towards Hiita. “…but I wanted to know who they were really after.”
“What do you mean?”
Kakashi shot Tazuna a look.
“I wanted to know if it was one of us shinobi they were after…or you. You never reported to Lord Hokage of any ninja looking to kill you. Your request was for you to be protected by any assaulting thieves or brigands. This falls far beyond what we were assigned. This mission would have been ranked –and priced- as a mission for elite ninja.”
Tazuna stared downwards, burdened greatly by guilt, as Kakashi continued. “You may have had your reasons, but lying is strictly taboo.”
“We’re not skilled enough to handle something like this…can we quit?” Sakura stepped up nervously to her sensei.
Shimari stuck her tongue out at the girl. “Only losers quit, idiot. Let’s just get Naruto treated and continue the mission we set out to do!” Miyabi and Saya nodded in agreement.
Kakashi looked at Hiita, who was examining Naruto’s wound. “Hii-chan?”
The kunoichi sighed. “This is difficult… should we go back now to get Naruto’s wound treated, or quit this mission altogether? Even if we did plan on returning, we’d still end up aborting the mission…”
Naruto growled in frustration as he whipped out his kunai.
“What? Naruto, no!”
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“Failed? What are you talking about?
In a hideout hidden deep in the forests of the land of waves, a squat little man yelled at his subordinates with distaste. “If you weren’t supposed to be the best, I wouldn’t have paid you so for your abilities.”
A man sitting on a couch in front of the man took the hilt of a sword from behind his back and swung the blade in front of his face. He wore bandages over his face like a mask, his chest was bare showing a stomach that was rippled with muscles, and he had camouflage patterned arm and leg warmers along with some long striped pants.
“Oh, do shut up.” The sword he was swinging in front of his boss’s face was larger than any man, but he waved it around in his hands like it was a twig.
“I, with my Guillotine Knife, will take care of them myself.”
The small man trembled visibly with fear of being cut in half with the gargantuan blade just inches from his face as he tried to oppose the masked man’s efforts.
“B-but, the bridge builder has hired ninja of incredible skill, and also… now that the Demon Brothers attempted and did not succeed, they will guard up for further assaults.”
The masked man closed his eyes in disbelief. His headband glinted in what little light was shining in the room, and showed four wavy lines representing the Land of Mist distinctly.
“Pah…” he then looked up at his boss demonically. “Don’t you remember who I am? I am Momochi Zabuza, the demon of the ninjas that hide in the mist!”