still running wild here. Without a war brewing outside, anywhere is safer than here where genocides are a common occurrence.
The Land of Water is made up of many islands that are clustered together, and it is surrounded by waters on all side. To get out of the country, I need to somehow acquire a boat to ferry me to the continent that makes up the rest of the Elemental Nations. I don't think I can buy a ticket to get me out of here, I have no money on me since the stash of money my parents kept was destroyed in my outburst of power. So I either have to steal a boat and pray that it will be enough to get me out of the country assuming the sea don't swallow me up like it did in my previous life, or smuggle myself onto a ship and hope that I don't get caught.
I uncapped my bottle and took a sip of water while walking before making a turn in the woods and found the clearing where I had set up camp, only to find that it is now occupied.
By a shinobi, if his gear and how he dressed himself are any indication, and a foreign one at that.
There's no one in the Land of Water that is born with such dark skin, this guy is definitely from Kumo even if I don't see his forehead protector anywhere. Great, just my luck.
"Oh, who do we have here?"
A tall, slim man with dark eyes, black hair and goatee sauntered up to me and I inwardly cursed myself for not checking my surroundings. I had grown complacent with the lack of wild beasts and human presence in the past month that I was here. I had assumed that I was safe. This ninja is looking down at me for being a child, that much is certain, but what is a shinobi who obviously hail from Kumo doing all the way here in the remote woods of the Land of Water?
As if he read my thoughts, the Kumo nin started to monologue.
"I just wanted to lose my tail so I decided to detour to the Land of Water, I never expect myself to bump into another kid. Are you a shinobi? You have quite a decent amount of chakra for someone your age. Can't have you going back to warn anyone else now, can I?" The Kumo nin said as he twirled a kunai lazily with one finger.
The large sack that lay beside where he used to sit before we found each other started to move. Something is in there, and I am not sure if that something is human.
"Damn, that kid is starting to stir." The shinobi grunted before focusing his attention on me again. "I really want to meet up with my team near Kumo's borders, the weather here is so humid it's not even funny. But those damn tree huggers are hot on my trail and I have to detour all the way here just to lose them."
So he is alone? That makes things easier.
A muffled cry from the sack caused the man to turn his head and snap his attention back to it.
"Oi, shut up! You-"
An opening.
In this world, sometimes it doesn't really matter how strong you are. All it takes is for one slip-up on your part and you will be dead before you know it. The opening of my uncapped bottle has been pointing in the shinobi's direction the whole time he was monologuing, the fact that he underestimates me helps too. He's also standing way too close to me.
A jet of water shoots out from my bottle and turned into a spear of ice before piercing into the shinobi where his heart is. He let out a shout with a mixture of surprise, shock, and anger but the ice burst out from within him before he could do anything else, and he soon lay on the floor in a bloody mess with spikes of ice jutting out from all over his body. I panted as I catch my breath and to calm myself down. I was extremely lucky that I managed to save myself from the near-death situation. This is way too dangerous for it to be a pleasant experience. I have no doubt that the Kumo nin meant it when he said that he will kill me, it's either him or me.
Killing is easy. I had killed my father, why will killing anyone else be any harder? Killing and hunting wild animals for food for the last month had also kind of desensitised me to blood and gore. This did not affect me as much as I originally thought it would.
Humans are truly a highly adaptable species. I don't know if I should be awed or disgusted by my thoughts.
The muffled cries from the sack caught my attention again as whatever it is holding inside starts to squirm. I think there is a child in there. The cries sounded human and only a child can fit into a sack that size.
I picked up the kunai the Kumo nin had dropped onto the ground upon his death and used it cut the rope tying up the opening of the sack. Like I expected, a child, a girl probably about three to five years of age, give or take, wormed her way out and I quickly cut the ropes binding her and removed the gag over her mouth and the blindfold around her eyes. She wore a beautiful orange kimono that is made of high quality, far better than what I had seen in my short life here and have dark brown hair that extends up to her shoulders.
What was shocking is the colour of her eyes.
A pair of huge, white eyes with a hint of lilac in them stared at me as I stared back at them.
A Hyuga, she has to be a Hyuga. No one else in the Naruto world has eyes like these.
Shit, what the hell is going on?