In the middle of a dense green forest, the sky hung heavy, smothered by clouds that pressed down like weighted blankets. Rain poured without pause — not gentle, but wild, like the raw sobs of someone who had finally broken. It wasn't just water; it was grief spilling from the sky, relentless and bitter. Thunder cracked in the distance, followed by flashes of lightning that tore through the air like rage with nowhere to go. Nature itself felt wounded — soaked, shaking, and angry. The trees stood still, silent witnesses to the storm's sorrow.
In the midst of the storm, five figures moved through the jungle — fast, silent, almost ghostlike. They leaped from branch to branch with inhuman agility, their movements sharp and precise, untouched by the chaos around them. The first figure halted near an uprooted tree, dropping low to the ground. The others followed, forming a silent perimeter as he scanned the terrain with a cold focus.
After a moment, he stood and spoke — his voice low, firm, without hesitation.
"Spread out. Search every inch. We end them today — no exceptions. If possible, leave one alive. I want answers before they die."
No one spoke. They moved out, fading into the trees like shadows with a purpose — swift, silent, and deadly. While chaos stirred in the jungle, a mile away inside a damp, shadowed cave, a woman lay sprawled on the cold rock floor, writhing in agony. Her hands clutched her swollen belly, sweat streaking down her face as wave after wave of pain tore through her body. Her breathing was ragged, her cries echoing off the cave walls — raw, desperate.
Beside her knelt a man in his late twenties, gripping her hand tightly, his knuckles white. His face was tense — a storm of fear, helplessness, and buried fury. His lean, battle-worn frame stayed close, trying to steady her through the chaos. Long black hair, tied back with a band, clung to his damp forehead. His blue-colored eyes flicked between her face and her belly — filled with worry but burning with determination.
"Jina… stay with me," he said, voice cracking with fear but firm. "Don't give in. I'm right here. Just picture it — our child, safe in your arms… you looking down at him, smiling. Just hold on a little longer."
Outside, the storm raged. Inside, a new life was fighting to enter a world already at war.
(Mc's Perspective)
After what felt like an endless slumber, I was pulled from the darkness — gently, like someone reaching into a deep well and lifting me out with care. I couldn't see him clearly at first, but I felt him. Warm arms wrapped around me, steady and protective, holding me close as if I were something fragile, something precious.
He placed me softly on a warm surface — a rock, smooth and solid beneath me. My eyes, still adjusting, blinked against the dim light. Then I saw her. A woman, radiant and calm despite the exhaustion etched into her face. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, her platinum blonde hair damp and tangled, yet beautiful in a way that felt almost ethereal. Her honey-cloured eyes met mine — eyes full of love, relief, and something deeper… a kind of joy that words couldn't hold. The kind only a mother could carry.
To my right, I saw him — the man who had held me moments before. His strong features were softened by emotion. His eyes, honey-colored and sharp, held pride and awe… but beneath it, a shadow of worry flickered, subtle but there. Like he already knew the world outside this cave wouldn't stay still for long.
But in that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just the three of us. A new life had begun — raw, small, but powerful. Something had bloomed in the middle of a storm. Just as excitement bubbled inside me and I began waving my tiny hands toward my mother and father, they suddenly gripped my hands — firm, yet gentle. My mother's hand pressed over my mouth as if to quiet me. Confused, I squirmed slightly, panic creeping in. My head turned, eyes scanning the rough ceiling above — a cave.
Before I could understand what was happening, a voice cut through the silence.
"Ah… finally found you."
The sound sent a shiver through my mother's body. I turned to look at her — her eyes were wide, filled with fear and dread. I followed her gaze.
A man stood at the cave's entrance, cloaked in black, face partially hidden. A short sword was strapped to his back, and a ninja forehead protector gleamed — the symbol of the Hidden Rock village etched into it.
His voice carried a cruel edge as he stepped forward.
"You're cornered. Hand over the scroll, and I'll make your deaths quick. Or…"He paused, a twisted grin beneath his mask."Maybe I'll take my time with the woman first."
The warmth of new life had turned cold. The danger was here — and it wasn't just a threat. It was already inside the cave. Hearing his words, something snapped in my father. Rage surged through him. Without hesitation, he hurled a set of shuriken toward the intruder and vanished in a blur, disappearing from my sight.
The attacker didn't flinch. He met the shuriken head-on, slicing them midair with swift, practiced strikes of his short sword — sparks flying with each deflection. But before the last one hit the ground, my father was already on him — reappearing with a fierce lunge, blade drawn.
Steel clashed against steel. The cave echoed with the sharp ring of metal, grunts, and footwork scuffing the stone. Each blow was fast and precise — no wasted movement, no mercy. My father fought with controlled fury, pushing the intruder back with relentless strikes, forcing him to react rather than attack.
Behind them, my mother moved. Her body trembling, soaked in sweat, still aching from the birth — but she didn't hesitate. She wrapped me tightly in cloth and secured me against her chest, wearing me like a sling across her body. Her breath was uneven, her strength drained, but her will didn't break.
With one hand bracing herself against the wall, she pushed forward, staggering at first, then breaking into a run toward the entrance — toward the fight. Toward him. Even through her exhaustion, she refused to fall behind. She wasn't just fleeing — she was going to stand beside him. Everything was chaos — sounds clashing, bodies moving, the air thick with tension I couldn't yet understand. But I could feel it. I could feel her heartbeat pounding against mine, the way her muscles tensed with each movement, the way her breath shortened with every step she took. My mother, though exhausted and barely holding herself together, moved with purpose.
She surged forward, joining the fight. Her legs snapped out in sharp, precise kicks — not powerful, but quick and relentless. I felt each jolt through her body as she struck. Light blows, aimed not to hurt, but to shift the enemy's balance, force him off rhythm, make him react. And it worked. The man faltered, arms shifting to block, footing unsteady.
That's when I saw him — my father. His blade came in fast, cutting through the narrow gaps my mother's attacks had opened. Every strike was sharp, deadly, and filled with something terrifying — a rage I could feel even from where I was held.
The man staggered, caught between both of them. He was fast, skilled — but he couldn't keep up. Not with them working in sync. He made a decision then — I saw it in the way his body moved. He leaped back, flipping through the air, trying to escape, trying to drag the fight out of the cave.
But in the air, he was exposed — and my mother saw it.
Her hands moved fast, forming signs I couldn't understand but felt powerful. Her voice rang out, clear and sharp:"Mind Body Disturbance Technique!"
The enemy's body jerked midair — then froze, limbs stiff, eyes wide with shock. He was vulnerable.
My father didn't wait.
He moved like a flash of steel — one leap, one strike. The sword tore through the man's neck. A blur, then silence. The body dropped, head rolling across the cave floor.
I felt my mother shift, her breathing sharp, legs already carrying us toward him — toward my father. Relief flickered in her body… but stopped.
He raised a hand — not to hold her, but to stop her. His eyes locked on something behind her. I turned slightly in her arms, and I saw them too.
Four new shadows stood at the cave's edge — still, silent, watching.
We weren't safe yet.
And the storm wasn't over.
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A/N(Hello, my readers! I am very excited to start this new fan fiction. This is my first project, and I will do my best to avoid mistakes and create an engaging and thrilling story. I hope to receive your love and support! Also, give me opinions on Female Heroines 1. Kurenai 2.Shizune 3.Ino 4.Rin 5.Hinata 6.Izumi 7. Yugao According to the votes I may decide the timelines So vote As fast As possible )
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