60. massacre

That very night Tomoka sat on Nozomi’s house’s roof. Her eyes shone pink with her kinagan active. The moon shone a beautiful red color as an omen of what was to come. Her face was hidden by a mask she had made with a mixture of clay and plaster. The mask resembled the unholy combination of a lizard’s skull and a spider’s head. 

‘Funny how both the massacre and your quote attack on konoha unquote both happened on a lunar eclipse.’ To tell the truth Tomoka found the red moon quite attractive and beautiful. 

‘Kurama, I will be needing three tails of chakra’ 

[You can only handle two safely and you know it] 

‘I won’t use all three unless necessary.'' Knowing he wouldn’t be able to convince Tomoka, Kurama decided to stay quiet and simply nod. 

A chilly breeze flew past and with it Tomoka received the sign for the start of combat. Her clones had found multiple ninja moving around the area. Most important among them was a pair. One with a spiral mask and the akatsuki trench coat, Obito. The other, an Uchiha with a cold emotionless face, Itachi. 

‘It’s showtime. Initiate plan F-1’ With that said Tomoka waited for the fireworks to start. A moment later, multiple explosions could be heard throughout Konoha. Tomoka had just set off the bombs she had planet inside the root hideouts she had found. 

This move had been planned to prevent any backup from arriving in time. Not to mention that the explosions would set the entire village on alert, hindering root movements. She prayed in her heart that they would also spook the root ninjas and they would call the operation off. 

Her prayers went unanswered. A minute later a group of two root members approached Nozomi’s house. With a sigh Tomoka got to work. First she waited until they activated one of the myriad of traps she had planted all around. The poor sod had the misfortune of stepping on one of the more insidious ones. 

A land made with household items. a simple syringe with a reactant pointed at a container with an oxidizing agent mixed with human feces and shrapnel. The explosion wouldn’t be enough to kill four out of ten times. But the victim would lose a leg or both at the very least. Not to mention the horrible infection that was to come. 

Fortunately for Tomoka, the two root members were running side by side on the rooftops resulting in both suffering the horrible consequences of her ministrations. Unfortunately, the explosion would catch the attention of the other nearby root agents. Not that she minded, tonight she was out for blood, and blood would be the paint she would use to color the world in red. 

The next group of root agents soon came into the scene. They, as the brainwashed puppets that they are, ignored their mangled comrades and attacked. Wary of any other traps the root ninjas began blasting the area in front of them with different jutsus. To Tomoka’s annoyance this was the smart thing to do as many of her traps were triggered without harming anyone. 

Not wasting any time, Tomoka retaliated with her own set of low cost jutsus, or rather, what she considered low cost. A barrage of APER flew out of Tomoka’s mouth causing explosions here and there as she bombarded the three root ninjas. Two of them managed to escape unscathed while the third had his left arm blown to smithereens. 

‘Resilient fuckers why can’t all of you drop dead!’ The bubbling of the black tar within Tomoka’s mindscape grew in size and intensity. 

‘Fine, I will rip you all to pieces if that is what you want’ A feral grin appeared on Tomoka’s face. 

Pumping chakra into her eyes, she began reaping apart the chakra of her foes before they consumed it. The end result was the eery pink glow of her eyes growing stronger. Following that Tomoka began coursing the speed force through her body as red lightning began to crackle through and around her. 

In the blink of an eye she had covered the distance delivering a devastating blow to one of the root ninjas rupturing all of the organ’s inside his abdomen. Without losing any moment she used the man as a weapon, smashing him against the second root ninja killing both with sheer unadulterated brutality.  

Her muscles screamed for her to stop, the pressure she was putting on her body and mind by using both to their limit was taking its toll. She didn’t care, she would kill until she could no more, and then she would kill some more just to make sure. Whoever dared to harm what was hers had forfeited their lives in her eyes.