NOTE: Naruto, and it's characters within, are properties of Masashi Kishimoto. I do not wish to obtain profit from this work.
"OUCH! Jesus, that hurt!", you shout, your arms wrapped around a wooden stake drove into the ground, unable to move. The bright and warm day, along with the trees in full bloom in the distance juxtapose what you're enduring. You wait in agony as the shots hold off, You look around, but no one is around, only the short grass, a few stumps, and the trees in the distance. You are all alone. Then, it happens, a shot comes toward you. You see a silver streak, but, before you know it, your left sleeve gets clipped. The shots keep coming, no mercy. Your head moves with every shot taken at you, yet, you still manage to get hit. It's painful, and frustrating. You clench your fists, visibly shaking as you brace for the next one. a rush of air goes past your left ear. You turn to look, and SCHONNG!
You feel it. The last one.
The one th