Hidden In The Leaf

Part.. 8..

..........Confused, we stand.....…......

.........................HAIKU(8)....................

            DON'T CRY WILD GEESE,
                        
   IT ISN'T THE SAME EVERYWHERE-

            THIS FLOATING WORLD
                                 
                                -Kobayashi Issa                                                 1763 - 1828.

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    Wind, wild and gushing, it rushed through them all; meandering it's way around each abled and non abled soul that bore witness to Sakura's and Madara's hidden battle. Prickling their skins as if they'd been kissed by Ice's frosted lips, this new wave of information, of evidence  proving Obito's claim, had finally imbedded it's claws in to their bruised flesh.

  Eyes wide open, mouths agape; their hearts mimicked each others as their minds tried it's best to comprehend this new twist, this new plot that showed great potential of being the end; the end of them all, that were. More than a little bit daunting, but then again death has always been a welcoming host, but never a welcomed guest.... 

Prepared they were to lay their lives on the line; a noble, a must sacrifice in ensuring their longevity upon kami's green earth. However, the notion of sacrifice, as martyred like as it sounds had never been more frightening as it were right this very instant. Madara Uchiha had proven himself one time too many their worst and greatest enemy through out history's lengthy tale. And now, they all bore witness as said being found himself trapped beneath the twiddling thumbs of a new enemy; one of his own deceitful, deliberate making.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. A one sided fable that lead many astray. Forced into a brief alliance under the false pretences of evening the scores had sent far too many crashing into graves dug by their own two hands. Unfortunately, in their cases the enemy of their enemy turned out to be their greatest foe....... Sakura's brief time spent battling the Uchiha had somewhat spared them from a fate they all thought they had been fully prepared for. And had it not been for his sudden show of questionable interest in the Godaime's sole progeny, then the frightening vision of Madara's newly found heart were sure to be meet with just apprehension. 

Yamanaka's gift of insight and telepathy were noted as treasured gifts from the gods themselves. One of the many revered clans forever coveted by numerous Nations, allied or not, but owned by only one since it's founding. The leaf had managed to secure such beautiful treasures with in their iron fisted grasps, and as such, arguments against the blonde heiress's vision were zero to none.

Tongues weighed heavily against their dried parch pallets. Confusion ran a mock of wary senses as the tedious promise of more fights yet to come chilled them to their very cores. This couldn't be happening. Soldiers were few and sparse. Supplies had already dwindled down to a mere twenty percent if not less, depending on each individual's calculations. Though team seven and the leaf's past leaders lent their strength, their courage, truth were, that they too had found them selves ridiculously out matched by the Uchiha. The raw fight, pure fury and that self righteous sort of conviction he carried with him proved to be too magnanimous even for eight Kages mighty grasp. And now to see him this beaten into such a startling state by one of his very own, cowardice rang the mood, and soon it lovingly wrapped it's able hands around their beating hearts. Then again how could it not, when absolute defeat as ominous and absolute as a guillotine loomed high above their heads ?.......