Lost In The Mist

The beautiful mist that bathed Kirigakure in it's beauty, obscured the true truth of it's state. As the scent of blood overwhelmed those in the outside of the village, being the result of the malevolent army of the wicked tongue slaughtering many of Kiri's treasured shinobi. Some were sent to a safe haven within a mountain in the confines of the village, whilst the brave few stood to quell the threat of the endless amount of invading Black Zetsu clones. Amongst those few was a shinobi whom would be percieved as nothing but a child from afar. However, on closer inspection, the young teen —clad in black pants as well as sandals of the same color, along with a flak jacket of Kirigakure, with the hat that had “Mizukage” inscribed upon it in kanji writing—, was more than just a child. He was the glorious leader of the village, and stood firm as the clones kept rising.

“No plant scum shall pass through these gates whilst I'm still standing.” the young man stated, his webbed crimson eyes began to glow as a golden avatar rose around him, tightly grasping it's double-bladed swords with it's secondary left and right hands. In it's primary hands, two azure jewels formed, barely seen with the naked eye. He swung both at the countless Zetsu who stepped closer to the village with each bloody footsetps. As the Black Zetsu encountered the majestic jewels, large numbers of them were shred to pieces before being sucked into another world, where they would be engulfed by the endless lava, until they die. Each demonic clone had met his end upon being hit by the majestic jewels. The young man jumped high up as it's golden avatar dissipated, taking a deep breath, before unleashing a massive volume of water to wash the invading armada backwards. “Now.. To finish it...” The young man whispered to himself. Inhaling once more, a massive wall of golden flames erupted from Heiwa's mouth towards the remainder of the Zetsu, incinerating them all. To seal the deal, Heiwa focused his crimson eyes on the sky above the burnt Zetsu, as a massive void opened, vaccuming them all and erasing them from the face of the earth, before falling on his knees himself. Breathing heavily as his hands grasped the blood-dripped ground of his former shinobi as well as comrades, barely supporting his tired body. His eyes slowly drifted into an onyx color as he pondered about the well-being of the village as well as the safety of the world. “Day after day, they come even bigger and stronger than before... I must end this insanity once and for all!”