Mere moments passed as everything unfolded, Boruda began his charge as his friend had done moments before, and in but moments the hell that combat was unfolded. For the time being it seemed the boy's strategy was working as a flurry of moves passed between the two leaving Bourda to contemplate how to end the fight as quickly as possible, soon the murderer had announced his name and seemed to of had Isamu in a bit of a bad spot, that is until both he and the murderer realized he had grasped onto a stalagmite which had appeared in Isamu's shape.
Soon the two were in another clash this time both of them wounded, Sato taking three shots from what had appeared to be a Fuuton jutsu of some sort. Immediately he was brought out of his thoughts as Isamu yelled notifying that the boy was rushing him, something which he himself had noticed "
Yeah, I noticed" the Bald ninja stated facetiously.
Immediately after speaking the murderer had closed the distance and had begun to stab Boruda with the trained strikes of a life time Kenjutsu user. Of course Boruda was as well, managing to deftly avoid all the flourishes, except a single strike that cut into his left arm. The murderous child seemed to be quite happy about this as he stopped and hopped backward just to yell in an excited tone "Blood! Blood! Blood! Give me your blood!" this idiotic stoppage cost the young murderer. While the boy was shouting maniacally Boruda closed the distance between the two of them quickly delivering a quick right hook to his jaw, the murderer fell onto his bottom several feet backward, losing the grip on his blade and sending it flying forward toward Boruda...
Sato sat upon his bottom holding his jaw with doe eyes asking "Why would you do that?" his eyes filling with tears, as if the earlier facts weren't enough it was apparent the kid was bat-shit crazy. Boruda quickly kneeled down taking Sato's shoddily made sword in his right hand. The weight distribution was horrid, and the sword itself seemed to have been made entirely of iron instead of the far more superior steel, "
How many?" Boruda asked once again closing the distance between them placing the tip of the blade at the boy's throat as he sat silently gripping his jaw, "Five dead, there are a few more in the back still alive...Most dismembered in some way or another. Missing an ear, or a tongue." the tubby psychopath giggled at the thought of what he had done.
"Now, take me in." the child commanded simply, a wide grin stretched across his face, the blade still but inches from his throat. Quickly the Bald ninja looked for his mate, as to come to a verdict for the boy, life or death? Since it seemed his comrade had made his way off somewhere leaving him with the lone decision, the answer seemed obvious enough.
Once more he locked eyes speaking to him in a hushed tone "
As a medical ninja I have decided to devote my life to helping my Comrades, and the way I see it there are two ways of doing that," as he spoke he removed the blade from his neck continuing "
Healing those in need, and making sure that there is no chance for people like you to go free." a look of fear crossing the killer's eyes as he yelled at him holding his hands out to protect himself from what was going to happen "Wait! No, no, no! This isn't how it goes!" of course Boruda took no heed continuing with his speech "
If I were take you to be court-martialed, there would be the slight chance they would not send you to death, due to your age...So, I'm appointing myself as your Judge, Jury, and Executioner."
Once more the boy pleaded for his life with tears streaming down his cheeks, but it mattered not... The killing blow was painless enough, a single downward blow landing atop the psychopath's head as a red mist filled the room, the blade itself breaking from the hilt making it impossible for further strikes with the weapon.
...It was done...
Wiping his face the bald man stood over the body awaiting the return of his comrade, hopefully the boy would understand what had to be done in the situation...
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